Right! Here is another chapter for you poor people. Sorry if its not that good, I try. But review please!!
Obi-Wan almost shuddered as he watched the enhabitants of Tatooine. Most of them were non-humans, and looked at him as if they wanted to rob him. They were also very dirty, and not just physically. As he passed, Obi-Wan heard a conversation of what the two guys had done with a dancer they had hired. Obi-Wan snorted and contiuned his walk.
He stretched out his senses for a trained Force-sensitive person as he walked to the small motel that he would be staying in. He had thought ahead, and thought it best to go ahead and get a place in-city to stay. It would make it easier to go in and out. He finally reached the dingy door of the motel after a half hour. He opened it, then stepped inside, dusting off the sand that had clung to him.
He approached a vile looking Dresselian and rapped his knuckles on the desk to get his attention. The being, male or female Obi-Wan couldn't tell, looked up and frowned.
"Cheu gasgo sity?"
Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side. "No. Speak Basic. I don't know what you are saying."
The being nodded. "Alright then. You needin a room?"
"Yes. I don't know how long I am going to be here though."
The Dresselian, male by the voice, nodded and messed around with a datapad that looked as old as Obi-Wan. The nodded again and turned back to Obi-Wan. "Room Cie Di Zouh is open. But since you don't know how long you are staying, it will cost more."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I'm just looking for someone."
"You bounty hunter?" the being asked. Obi-Wan only smiled. The Dresselian exhaled and looked down again. "I pity the fool who has to deal with you."
"Why's that?"
"Something about your eyes. They just seem...odd. But anyway, that will be thirty drugats a night."
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Only thirty? The place where I docked my ship charges seventy-five per night." he said as he fished out the money.
"Well, a ship is a lot bigger and harder to protect."
"Ah, that would explain it." The owner gave Obi-Wan a key card and Obi-Wan nodded his thanks. He walked to his room, and slowly opened the door. When he saw the interior, he grunted his approval to no one. The room, despite the horrid outside, was actually livevable. Obi-Wan tossed his bag onto the sleep-couch and inspected the rest of his 'hovel'. The 'fresher worked, which was a relief.
Obi-Wan shrugged off his poncho, sat down on a small chair, and began to read the datapad with the information on the missing Jedi.
*Yusuu Comachi- A sixty year-old Jedi Master who is renound for his training of initiates. Male Hurturian. Has had two Padawans before, and recently has another.*
The list on Yusuu went on and on, all about him and his accomplishments. Obi-Wan sighed in relief when it was finished, only to have to read on Kyra next.
*Kyra Banks - The twenty-three year old Padawan of Jedi Master Yusuu Comachi. Human.*
Kyra's info was just that. Just how old she was and who was her Master. It did, however, include a holo of her, which Obi-Wan studied. It was the same woman from the frantic holo message. But in the new holo, she looked very clean and happy. Obi-Wan found himself staring at her picture much longer than he had intended to. He brushed it off as wanting to recognize her when he saw her and stuffed the datapad into his pocket. He then grabbed his desert cloak and pulled it on. He checked to make sure he had both a blaster and his lightsaber, then stepped once again out into the streets of Mos Eisley.
He paused at a four-way intersection of dusty roads and just looked at the passerbys. *So many vile creatures, and then so many innocents who got stuck here as well*, he thought. He sighed and stretched out his senses to try and find the lost Padawan.
Obi-Wan almost shuddered as he watched the enhabitants of Tatooine. Most of them were non-humans, and looked at him as if they wanted to rob him. They were also very dirty, and not just physically. As he passed, Obi-Wan heard a conversation of what the two guys had done with a dancer they had hired. Obi-Wan snorted and contiuned his walk.
He stretched out his senses for a trained Force-sensitive person as he walked to the small motel that he would be staying in. He had thought ahead, and thought it best to go ahead and get a place in-city to stay. It would make it easier to go in and out. He finally reached the dingy door of the motel after a half hour. He opened it, then stepped inside, dusting off the sand that had clung to him.
He approached a vile looking Dresselian and rapped his knuckles on the desk to get his attention. The being, male or female Obi-Wan couldn't tell, looked up and frowned.
"Cheu gasgo sity?"
Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side. "No. Speak Basic. I don't know what you are saying."
The being nodded. "Alright then. You needin a room?"
"Yes. I don't know how long I am going to be here though."
The Dresselian, male by the voice, nodded and messed around with a datapad that looked as old as Obi-Wan. The nodded again and turned back to Obi-Wan. "Room Cie Di Zouh is open. But since you don't know how long you are staying, it will cost more."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I'm just looking for someone."
"You bounty hunter?" the being asked. Obi-Wan only smiled. The Dresselian exhaled and looked down again. "I pity the fool who has to deal with you."
"Why's that?"
"Something about your eyes. They just seem...odd. But anyway, that will be thirty drugats a night."
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Only thirty? The place where I docked my ship charges seventy-five per night." he said as he fished out the money.
"Well, a ship is a lot bigger and harder to protect."
"Ah, that would explain it." The owner gave Obi-Wan a key card and Obi-Wan nodded his thanks. He walked to his room, and slowly opened the door. When he saw the interior, he grunted his approval to no one. The room, despite the horrid outside, was actually livevable. Obi-Wan tossed his bag onto the sleep-couch and inspected the rest of his 'hovel'. The 'fresher worked, which was a relief.
Obi-Wan shrugged off his poncho, sat down on a small chair, and began to read the datapad with the information on the missing Jedi.
*Yusuu Comachi- A sixty year-old Jedi Master who is renound for his training of initiates. Male Hurturian. Has had two Padawans before, and recently has another.*
The list on Yusuu went on and on, all about him and his accomplishments. Obi-Wan sighed in relief when it was finished, only to have to read on Kyra next.
*Kyra Banks - The twenty-three year old Padawan of Jedi Master Yusuu Comachi. Human.*
Kyra's info was just that. Just how old she was and who was her Master. It did, however, include a holo of her, which Obi-Wan studied. It was the same woman from the frantic holo message. But in the new holo, she looked very clean and happy. Obi-Wan found himself staring at her picture much longer than he had intended to. He brushed it off as wanting to recognize her when he saw her and stuffed the datapad into his pocket. He then grabbed his desert cloak and pulled it on. He checked to make sure he had both a blaster and his lightsaber, then stepped once again out into the streets of Mos Eisley.
He paused at a four-way intersection of dusty roads and just looked at the passerbys. *So many vile creatures, and then so many innocents who got stuck here as well*, he thought. He sighed and stretched out his senses to try and find the lost Padawan.