After a complicated series of twists and turns, the Jedi led him into what appeared a mere office, but the presence he felt within could by no means have the word mere applied to it. "Enter." The Jedi told him, then turned around and walked off. He entered the office, and vaguely noticed the astromech droid, the flight suit, and a few other items, but the main object of his attention was…
"Rafet Orin?" A blond-haired man with ancient eyes asked. "I'm Luke Skywalker. I assume that by coming here, you want to begin training as a Jedi?"
"Yes, sir. I have a limited ability in the Force, but I would like to develop it as much as possible." The young man told his ten-year elder.
"You're lucky to have so little power. The dark side can't get much of a grip on you, that way." Rafet carefully guarded his feelings, making sure Skywalker didn't pick up on the irony he felt in that statement.
"You may see it that way, sir, but I would like to learn what I can. Better a little power with control than infinite power without." Skywalker, Orin was surprised to see, took a few moments to compose an answer to that.
"True." He murmured finally. "Go find Tione, the woman who brought you to me, and tell her I said you should begin training at once.
"Yes, sir." Orin turned around and walked coolly out of the room.
Fett's ship emerged from hyperspace within relative spitting distance of Yavin 6. Much closer and the planet's natural gravity would be pulling him straight down. He had all the threads of thought necessary for his plan, and they began to weave themselves together in his mind. He guided his craft in for descent, not on Yavin 4 but the barren rock whose orbit had brought it closest to the moon. He parked his ship in a crater, where it would be invisible to all but the best sensors. The hunter lay in wait, and began weaving the trap to catch his prey.
In his three days at the Academy, Orin had learned things he would have needed to dedicate thirty years of training to learn on his own. He couldn't believe the power of the Force even his limited talents afforded him. Still, he worried. If he learned too quickly, they would move him on to harder exercises, and spend more time training him. Any Master who spent more than five minutes with him would be sure to recognize the dark side within him quickly enough. Avoiding them required a delicate and dangerous contingency plan. He decided to ease back, appear to struggle with even the simplest of exercises. He needed to remain at the Academy six months without anyone detecting him. After that, he wouldn't need to worry about pursuit ever again.
Destructive potential always looks so beautiful. Fett mused, contemplating the sun of Yavin. Destruction itself was often aesthetically pleasing, as long you got far enough away. But those thoughts quickly banished themselves from his head. He required time to focus on the matter at hand, to put his plan into action. His plan, while still half formulated, had coerced him into a visit to the Yavin 4. Slave II glided in for a landing, and he focused on the ancient pyramid that was the Academy.