Author: HabStab

Omake: Tarkin's Strange Encounters From Across The Galaxy: P1
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The Whipid frowned, uncertain of Tarkin's true motives. "Tenor, why did you bring him here?" The old Jedi Master asked, turning his head towards another Imperial Officer, and Admiral.

"He's another member of our... 'group', Master K'Kruhk." Admiral Tenor stated.

"You wouldn't believe how hard it was, to find out their mere existence, nor how difficult it was to convince them that we shared similar goals." A grim look appeared on Tarkin's face. "Still, that's not the reason that I'm here. Master K'Kruhk, do you believe that you can hide on this world forever? You are a Jedi, and the Emperor is a Sith. He will never stop hunting you."

"And what would your propose, Tarkin?"

"I imagine Tenor has already told you that neither he, Denimoor nor I are the only ones working inside of the Empire working against Palpatine. But, in open combat, we could never hope to beat a Sith. So-"

"You want me to face him." K'Kruhk almost seemed amused. "I'm sorry to tell you, but I doubt that I could defeat a Sith Lord in combat, even if Master Zhao assists me."

"Master Zhao?"

"I am not the only Master here." The Whipid Jedi smirked.

"Heh, while you are, somewhat, correct, Master K'Kruhk, we have no plans to send you or any other Jedi to your deaths. No, instead, we wish for your help in more... secretive ways."

"If true, I'll need to get Zhao in here."

"I would love nothing more than to meet another Jedi Master, Master K'Kruhk."

"You did not need trouble yourself by feeding us, Master Jedi," Tarkin said, grabbing a bowl of soup.

"Nonsense, my friend." The blind Jedi Master let out a weak chuckle. "Besides, this is my special soup."

"Special soup?"

"Taste it, and I shall tell you why it's special."

"Hmm... It tastes a bit... blander than I thought. Good, but bland."

"And that is what makes it so special. Each soup, while made the same way, tastes different to everyone in the galaxy. The taste, in truth, reflects one's place in the Force. The closer to the light you are, the better it tastes. The closer to the dark you are, the worse it tastes."

"... I've heard many things about the Force. But, I've never heard of anything like... this."

"Heh, that's because I'm as much of a chef as a Jedi. One day I decided to... experiment with the Force, and that is how I first made this kind of soup."

"While I have doubts that you are quite skilled, Master Zhao, but... this sounds somewhat far fetched."

"You require more proof? A moment." The ancient Jedi turned his head, "Oh, Sidirri, can you please come here?"

A few moments later a young girl appeared. "What do you need, Master Zhao?"

"My friend, Tarkin, would you mind letting young Sidirri have a bit of your soup?"

Somewhat confused, Tarkin handed the young girl his bowl. She only had a single spoonful before spitting it out in disgust. "That tastes awful!"

"You see," Zhao began to explain, "young Sidirri has quite a bit of anger within her. So..."

"The soup tastes horrible to her." Tarkin finished, causing the young girl to blink in confusion.

"Uh, Master... who is this guy?" Sidirri asked.

"A friend, much like Tenor."

"Hmm..." The little Jedi stared at the older man. "... Are you going to fight the Empire?"

"Heh, while I doubt I'll fight the Empire myself, I do have some friends who will."

"Can I meet them?"

"Ugh." Zhao sighed, "young Sidirri prefers more rash and violent actions. Especially after those pirates attempted to turn us in."

"Hmm..." Tarkin stared into the youngling's eyes, "... I don't need a Jedi going rogue on me. So, if and when both Master Zhao and Master K'Kruhk think that you're ready, I shall introduce you to them. Until then... there is something else we need to discuss, master Zhao."

"Oh, and what is that?" Interest creeping into the old master's voice.

"Reports say that one of K'Kruhk's colleagues, Master Sian Jeisel, sacrificed herself so he and the younglings they were training could escape by activating a thermal detonator."

"Yes, Master K'Kruhk and Padawan Piru were both quite saddened by her death."

"Well... there have been some rumors. That she's still alive, operating as a bounty hunter. While there's no definite proof, the Inquisition and Vader seem to believe in these rumors. So, Master Zhao, would you be willing to help me see if she really is still alive?"

"It's strange you usually don't see many Tusken mercenaries. Especially female ones. Very few of your kind rarely learn Basic." Tarkin said, looking at his new 'employee'.

"Hmmph," Reirin grunted. "And why do you care?"

"As I said, it's rare for Tuskens to become mercenaries. So, why did you?"

"... I wish to be a warrior."

"And your clan wouldn't let you be one?"

"Some clans let their women become warriors, but mine didn't. And..."

"You got tired of that, didn't you? You wanted to prove to them that you deserve to be a warrior."

"Prove? No. If they don't want me to be a warrior, then I won't be a part of their clan anymore. But, my clan doesn't exactly like... 'desertion' and 'betrayal'. They'll send someone to bring me back eventually, so, I want off this stupid planet."

"That... wasn't what I was expecting. Still, do you really want to do this? Leaving one's birth world for the first time can be quite an experience. And I doubt you'll ever see another member of your clan again."

"I understand that, human. And I don't care."

"You will also be put into constant dangers."

"I am not afraid of any challenge I will face, nor of dying."

"You will also need to train every day if you want to be able to face off against some of the dangers in this galaxy."

"I understand. Anything else?"

"Hmm. You are quite brave, Tusken. Welcome to the Rebellion, Reirin."

A/N: So, here's the omake,
lord Martiya .

Anywho, Admiral Tenor, Admiral Denimoor, Master K'Kruhk, Master Zhao, his soup, and the rest of the Jedi are from Legends, while Reirin is from Canon.