Eye for an Eye: The Life and Times of Ochi of Bestoon, The Greatest Assassin Who Ever Lived
Epilogue: Chapter 42
Loose Lips Sink Starships, or Why I Hate Sand, or The Dagger
It was like any other day, really.
I just walked into the bar, tossed the waitress a credit and sat down to wait for my drink.
Everyone in that place was looking at me like a Jawa looks at an astromech droid.
That's right, boys. Ochi's here.
It felt good to be the center of attention (as usual). But little did I know that today, I would end up attracting a whole other kind of attention.
The bad kind.
They say there's no such thing as bad press. But considering the circumstances I'm currently in, I'd have to begrudgingly disagree.
So there I was. Chatting it up with a couple of Chelidae who were having a hard time keeping up with the conversation. I was surprisingly wasted after just one shot of Tarisian ale. So wasted in fact that I started bragging about something really important in my possession.
My dagger.
Now what makes this dagger so special is the fact that it has the coordinates to the Emperor's wayfinder. And for whatever reason (probably because I was drunk), I decided that it would be a good idea to blab about this fact to two random patrons in a bar on Maldo Kreis.
Luckily, as soon as the words escaped my lips, I realized what I was talking about and began to take my leave. But once I got up from my seat and went for the door, I felt my heart stop.
Standing in the doorway looking right at me were none other than Luke Skywalker and Lando Calrissian. I knew those two had been on the hunt for me. But I'd wrongly assumed that they'd never find me on a backwater world like this one. I'd gotten careless. And now, I'd given away my knowledge about the wayfinder's location to two of the most important people in the galaxy.
Trying to play it cool, I began to pick up a conversation with them.
"Hey, uh…"
But then I panicked and threw a grenade.
Skywalker and Calrissian both dove for cover as the explosion rocked the bar. In the midst of the chaos, I bolted for the exit and made my way back to the Bestoon Legacy. For whatever reason (probably the fact that I was drunk), I had neglected to blast their ships as I took off from the planet. And so with the two rebels hot on my tail, I decided to fly to the next planet closest to my position; a desert world called Pasaana.
As that annoying droid D-O chattered away, I made my way to Pasaana and tried to lose the rebels as I entered the planet's atmosphere. I ended up flying into a big sandstorm, which did get them off my back. But I also had to make an emergency landing on a nearby mountain.
With the sandstorm tearing my ship apart, I left the droid behind and made my way into the storm with my dagger in hand. My hope was to find someone who could help me disappear and get the rebels off my trail for good.
But instead, I ended up sinking through the sand and falling into this damn cavern.
Now here I am. I've been stuck down here for at least a couple of days and I'm almost out of ration bars. I'm still holding out hope that someone (other than the two who were chasing me) will find me and get me out of here. But in case I don't make it, I'm just gonna keep writing this autobiography of mine in the hopes that one day, the galaxy will find it and come to remember me as the greatest assassin who ever lived. Also I think there might be a snake down here, but it's probably noth