Obi-Wan stroked his beard as he studied the holo-map.
"There." He said pointing to a planet, "We can do repairs there."
"Tatooine?" Rex asked, confused.
"Tatooine is Hutt Space." Cody protested.
"We don't have much of an option at this point, and we will be able to get the parts we need to fix the hyperdrive on Tatooine." Obi-Wan said firmly.
The Negotiator was none-too-gently guided to a landing in the desert sands. The second Obi-Wan stepped out of the ship, flanked Rex and Cody, the heat assaulted him. But something more clung to the air, sticky and cold, and burning lava all at once.
"Let's get this over with; we're already behind schedule." Cody said. Obi-Wan didn't acknowledge the clone commander. He had a bad feeling about this...
Anakin was pissed. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears, his skin felt hotter than the suns in the sky, the pit of his stomach was colder than carbonite. He glared at the slavers who had dared to step foot in his town, with the intention of kidnapping his friends and selling them back to Jabba.
Anakin drew his blaster. One of the slavers began begging for his life, for mercy. Anakin paid no attention to his pleading. Within moments all seven lay dead in the burning sand.
Anakin felt something at the edge of his senses, like the phantom sensation of a finger trailing down his spine. There was a chill in the air despite the midday heat from the twin suns high above.
"I have a bad feeling about this."