I Don't own Star Wars. But I do own a copy of Labyrinth of Evil, and several other Star Wars Novels.
This story is based on what Anakin Skywalker could have thought and felt during the first part of chapter 28, of LOE.
Going around the Cantina's, With Master Kenobi.
My ex master once told me that there were worse places than Tatooine, and at first I didn't believe him.
I thought what could be worse the oppressive heat, the Strong winds and that Sith cursed, grainy Sand.
But that was before Naos III.
The Moon, was a cold lump of rock, that was mainly Snow, Ice and Icily cold water. It was also the sort of place were the locals didn't care enough to give their main settlement a name, so many called just called it Naos III the same name as the moon.
And we were there to track down the pilot that had delivered Darth Maul's ship to his master, in the hope that she would give us a clue to assist finding him.
The streets of Naos III consisted of a series of ice and muddy puddles, these puddles could eat you alive if you let them – How do I Know that? Because I was stupid enough to step into one.
My ex master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, got a good laugh out of this, especially because something pink and disgusting got suck to the side of my boot, he also had the nerve to remind me about there being worse places than my homeworld, but this time I shot a comment back at him saying something along the lines of "Are you going to take me to all the worlds worse than Tatooine?" and "are we ever going to get back to Coruscant?"
In my mind I felt that I had to be back on Coruscant, I don't Know why, I just felt I had to be back there, and not just because Padmé was there ether. Something big is about to happen, and I know it.
However finding this Sith lord was on the top of the list things to do, and to do that we had to find this spacer, that might not even be on this world.
We continued to walk down the street until Obi-Wan stopped in front of a Cantina's entrance, which was when Obi-Wan came up with the idea of going into the cantina's and ask around for her.
I responded that by the time we got to the bridge we'd be drunk – it was all well and good for him being able to do that, being a council member and all, but I'm constantly in the rancor pit with that same Council – and I didn't want to end up in it with my wife.
However I replied with, it's better than going though comm directories and signed myself off to fate, knowing that the odds were that this was not going to end peacefully.
And would you believe something… I was right.
A/N: R&R