-Epilog-
An old human man sat at the bar in a cantina, safe from the glaring heat of Tatooine inside the cool building. His eyes moved constantly though, flickering from place to place to make sure no one could sneak up on him and try to put a blaster-bolt through his head.
His eyes settled on a brown-cloaked figure that seemed to be walking towards him and his hand instantly shifted to the small holdout blaster hidden in his vest pocket.
"Hello, are you the owner of First Sun Spare Parts?" the voice was quiet and peaceful, almost making the man feel silly for even thinking of going for his blaster.
"Aye, what's it to you?" he asked, squinting to see inside the cowl but unable to make out more than a nose and two gleaming eyes.
"I think I caused some trouble to you a few years ago, having to do with a building. I've come to repay you." A quick flick from inside the robes and a small purse landed on the bar, the man's eyes followed it greedily and snatched it off the bar top, turning back to ask what the person had been talking about. But the cloaked figure was gone.
Harn walked down the streets of Tatooine, his lightsabre swaying a little with each step. He was a Jedi Knight now, and he only had a few more stops to make before his 'debts' would be repaid. A small smile played across his face, seen by none because of the hood he wore, he was happy now, and thanks to Master Skywalker, Harn knew he could start doing a little good in the galaxy.
An old human man sat at the bar in a cantina, safe from the glaring heat of Tatooine inside the cool building. His eyes moved constantly though, flickering from place to place to make sure no one could sneak up on him and try to put a blaster-bolt through his head.
His eyes settled on a brown-cloaked figure that seemed to be walking towards him and his hand instantly shifted to the small holdout blaster hidden in his vest pocket.
"Hello, are you the owner of First Sun Spare Parts?" the voice was quiet and peaceful, almost making the man feel silly for even thinking of going for his blaster.
"Aye, what's it to you?" he asked, squinting to see inside the cowl but unable to make out more than a nose and two gleaming eyes.
"I think I caused some trouble to you a few years ago, having to do with a building. I've come to repay you." A quick flick from inside the robes and a small purse landed on the bar, the man's eyes followed it greedily and snatched it off the bar top, turning back to ask what the person had been talking about. But the cloaked figure was gone.
Harn walked down the streets of Tatooine, his lightsabre swaying a little with each step. He was a Jedi Knight now, and he only had a few more stops to make before his 'debts' would be repaid. A small smile played across his face, seen by none because of the hood he wore, he was happy now, and thanks to Master Skywalker, Harn knew he could start doing a little good in the galaxy.