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The remainder of that day was spent trying to keep his mind and body busy. He would perform katas, rythemic Jedi exercises, and would just stretch, over and over. He ate a bland meal of whatever was in the first package of food he saw (he couldn't identify it), then crawled into the cot in the main bunk. He fell asleep almost instantly, which was odd for him, but his sleep was not peaceful.
He saw sand, lots of it. An old man was walking towards him, shrouded in a long cloak. He walked right up to Obi-Wan, and the young Jedi took a step back. He heard the man laugh, then he held out his hand towards Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, the grabbed it, as if to shake. He suddenly had the feeling that the ground had completely dropped from under him. He was freefalling, and images crossed his mind. Past, present, future. He saw himself as a boy building his lightsaber, then he saw Anakin, just now crawling into his sleep couch for the night. Then images began to pass in a blur. They showed him everything; Anakin's future, the Republic's fate, the fate of the Jedi, the rise of the Empire, his own demise. Then the image of Darth Maul striking Qui-Gon through passed, and Obi-Wan was jolted awake.
He sat up very quickly, hitting his head on a piece of metal in the process. Breathing hard, he tried to recall all that he had seen while rubbing his sore head. And just like that, the memory of the dream vanished. All he could remember was sand, lots of sand. He tried to see past the sand, to the images that had passed, but he couldn't. It seemed that the harder he tried to remember them, the quicker they eluded him. He rubbed his head for a moment more, checked his chrono, then laid back down, not really intending to sleep. However, he fell asleep almost immediately, and when he awoke hours later, he didn't remember even having a dream.
The next few days passed slowly, leaving Obi-Wan bored and in a near stupor as he neared the planet. He was sitting in the pilot's chair, not doing anything, when suddenly a blaring alarm went off in the cockpit. He was jerked out of his coma and immediately pulled on his headphones, after shutting off the alarm. He glanced at a viewscreen and noticed that he had at least two minutes before he had to pull out of hyperspace. He took advantage of that time and directed power to shields and lasers; Tatooine was a rough planet, and you could get jumped coming out of hyperspace. However, nothing happened when he finally did pull out of hyperspace.
He entered the atomsphere and was about 100 miles from Mos Eilsey when he turned on his comm. He tuned it to a frequency that Kosk had included in the datapad. It was the frequency to a large shipyard, where he could safely house his ship.
He clicked the comm. "This is the Lucky Star requesting a spot in your bay. Repeat, this is the Lucky Star--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time, buddy," a raspy voice snapped over the comm. "How big is the ship?"
"Um. It is a Kuati 629 freighter."
"That's lovely," the voice said sarcastically. "How big is it?"
"Well, its about a medium sized ship."
"Thank you!" The sound of keys tapping came through over the comm. "Alright. Land in bay 649B. The cost is 75 trugats per day, or we will accept the equivilant in another type of prize."
"Alright."
"Idiot. Probably from the Core. Joss! Get-" The being on the other side cut transmission.
Obi-Wan sighed and fought down his impatience with the impolite creature at the other end of the transmission. After at least fifteen minutes, Obi-Wan was given clearance to land in a bay that was almost too small for the ship. He grimaced when he saw the wings scrape part of a wall. He landed it as best he could, then shut the engines down. He threw on a rough-spun tunic and a poncho. Shoving some random credits into the pocket, and securing the vertex in an inside pocket, he stepped out of the ship. He squinted as his eyes struggled to adjust to the harsh light from the two suns.
"Seventy-five trugats," a rough voice said to Obi-Wan's right. Obi-Wan turned to see a ragged looking human extending his hand.
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at the being just as a Bothan came through a door to Obi-Wan's left. He took one look at the human, the rushed at him, pulling a blaster from his belt.
"I told you not to come back here! You're stealing my customer's money!" The Bothan reached the human and leveled the blaster at his head.
The human looked at the muzzle, cross-eyed. "Just trying to feed the family." He shot a glance at Obi-Wan, obviously hoping for some sympathy.
The Bothan snorted. "The only family you have is that family of fleas on your head! I'm counting to ten. If you aren't out of here by then, I'm blasting your head open." The human glared at him. "One...two."
The human's eyes went wide and he scrambled past the Bothan and out the door, all before the Bothan said 'seven'. The Bothan growled and turned to Obi-Wan. "Beggar." he explained. "I've lost so much money to guys like that." He extended his hand. "Seventy-five trugats for one day."
Obi-Wan pulled out seven dull coins, hoping they were the right kind. He hadn't bothered even bringing Republic credits with him, for he knew from Qui-Gon that they didn't work out here. Qui-Gon, he thought, feeling the now-familiar pang of grief. He pushed it away and handed the coins to the Bothan.
He looked them over, then nodded. "Good. One day, stranger. Then you either have to go or pay more."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I don't plan on staying that long." He went back up the ship's ramp and activated a security system. Then he stepped out onto the rugged streets of Tatooine.
The remainder of that day was spent trying to keep his mind and body busy. He would perform katas, rythemic Jedi exercises, and would just stretch, over and over. He ate a bland meal of whatever was in the first package of food he saw (he couldn't identify it), then crawled into the cot in the main bunk. He fell asleep almost instantly, which was odd for him, but his sleep was not peaceful.
He saw sand, lots of it. An old man was walking towards him, shrouded in a long cloak. He walked right up to Obi-Wan, and the young Jedi took a step back. He heard the man laugh, then he held out his hand towards Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, the grabbed it, as if to shake. He suddenly had the feeling that the ground had completely dropped from under him. He was freefalling, and images crossed his mind. Past, present, future. He saw himself as a boy building his lightsaber, then he saw Anakin, just now crawling into his sleep couch for the night. Then images began to pass in a blur. They showed him everything; Anakin's future, the Republic's fate, the fate of the Jedi, the rise of the Empire, his own demise. Then the image of Darth Maul striking Qui-Gon through passed, and Obi-Wan was jolted awake.
He sat up very quickly, hitting his head on a piece of metal in the process. Breathing hard, he tried to recall all that he had seen while rubbing his sore head. And just like that, the memory of the dream vanished. All he could remember was sand, lots of sand. He tried to see past the sand, to the images that had passed, but he couldn't. It seemed that the harder he tried to remember them, the quicker they eluded him. He rubbed his head for a moment more, checked his chrono, then laid back down, not really intending to sleep. However, he fell asleep almost immediately, and when he awoke hours later, he didn't remember even having a dream.
The next few days passed slowly, leaving Obi-Wan bored and in a near stupor as he neared the planet. He was sitting in the pilot's chair, not doing anything, when suddenly a blaring alarm went off in the cockpit. He was jerked out of his coma and immediately pulled on his headphones, after shutting off the alarm. He glanced at a viewscreen and noticed that he had at least two minutes before he had to pull out of hyperspace. He took advantage of that time and directed power to shields and lasers; Tatooine was a rough planet, and you could get jumped coming out of hyperspace. However, nothing happened when he finally did pull out of hyperspace.
He entered the atomsphere and was about 100 miles from Mos Eilsey when he turned on his comm. He tuned it to a frequency that Kosk had included in the datapad. It was the frequency to a large shipyard, where he could safely house his ship.
He clicked the comm. "This is the Lucky Star requesting a spot in your bay. Repeat, this is the Lucky Star--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time, buddy," a raspy voice snapped over the comm. "How big is the ship?"
"Um. It is a Kuati 629 freighter."
"That's lovely," the voice said sarcastically. "How big is it?"
"Well, its about a medium sized ship."
"Thank you!" The sound of keys tapping came through over the comm. "Alright. Land in bay 649B. The cost is 75 trugats per day, or we will accept the equivilant in another type of prize."
"Alright."
"Idiot. Probably from the Core. Joss! Get-" The being on the other side cut transmission.
Obi-Wan sighed and fought down his impatience with the impolite creature at the other end of the transmission. After at least fifteen minutes, Obi-Wan was given clearance to land in a bay that was almost too small for the ship. He grimaced when he saw the wings scrape part of a wall. He landed it as best he could, then shut the engines down. He threw on a rough-spun tunic and a poncho. Shoving some random credits into the pocket, and securing the vertex in an inside pocket, he stepped out of the ship. He squinted as his eyes struggled to adjust to the harsh light from the two suns.
"Seventy-five trugats," a rough voice said to Obi-Wan's right. Obi-Wan turned to see a ragged looking human extending his hand.
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at the being just as a Bothan came through a door to Obi-Wan's left. He took one look at the human, the rushed at him, pulling a blaster from his belt.
"I told you not to come back here! You're stealing my customer's money!" The Bothan reached the human and leveled the blaster at his head.
The human looked at the muzzle, cross-eyed. "Just trying to feed the family." He shot a glance at Obi-Wan, obviously hoping for some sympathy.
The Bothan snorted. "The only family you have is that family of fleas on your head! I'm counting to ten. If you aren't out of here by then, I'm blasting your head open." The human glared at him. "One...two."
The human's eyes went wide and he scrambled past the Bothan and out the door, all before the Bothan said 'seven'. The Bothan growled and turned to Obi-Wan. "Beggar." he explained. "I've lost so much money to guys like that." He extended his hand. "Seventy-five trugats for one day."
Obi-Wan pulled out seven dull coins, hoping they were the right kind. He hadn't bothered even bringing Republic credits with him, for he knew from Qui-Gon that they didn't work out here. Qui-Gon, he thought, feeling the now-familiar pang of grief. He pushed it away and handed the coins to the Bothan.
He looked them over, then nodded. "Good. One day, stranger. Then you either have to go or pay more."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I don't plan on staying that long." He went back up the ship's ramp and activated a security system. Then he stepped out onto the rugged streets of Tatooine.