You know I don't own starwars.
Dack stared at the holo map. It was long outdated. It seemed no one had bothered to update the stats on Tatooine. He could see why. It was a stinky place, and what land wasn't covered with seedy bars, moisture farms, cheap shops or slave quarters, was a death-trap; the desert. But Dack knew this was where he was supposed to be. He had told Vader, of course. Well, not exactly told him – he had conveniently forgotten to mention the planet name – but Vader knew what he was doing.
Now all I have to do is find one woman. If she's still on the planet, and if I can find her on this dump…
Trust your feelings. That was what Vader had said. Well, here goes nothing then.
"Very interesting, Vader. Why are you sending your pupil to Tatooine?" Mara Jade shook her head. Palpatine had ordered her to look for the opportune moment to dispose of Dack. He was becoming way to instrumental. So Mara had decided that the best way to dispose of him was to feed him to his enemy, Luke Skywalker. So she had let some information out. She only hoped that Skywalker would fall for it. If all went well, she could capture Skywalker and get rid of Ralter. Only time would tell.
Luke sighed. He had just gotten two pieces of information. He did not know if either of the sources were trustworthy. One told him that Han and Leia had been moved from Naboo to a more secure (and there for impossible to find) location. The other told him that Dack Ralter was investigating on Tatooine. He was inclined to believe the second one, seeing as it proved that Dack was still alive. So it was off to Tatooine – even though he'd sworn against ever going back there.
"Threepio, I'm going to investigate that tip. It may lead to something, or it may not. Either way I'll be back here within a week. So just wait for me here."
"Yes, Master Luke."
Luke turned to walk outside to his x-wing.
"Oh and Threepio," he looked at the droid, "whatever you do, don't go near that plant or any Imperial facility whatsoever, got it?"
"Yes, Master Luke. I shall be waiting here in one week."
"Excellent."
Luke left. He felt oddly bad about lying to the droid. Although he'd said he'd be back in a week, he got the feeling he was never going to return. And it was just too hard to take Threepio along. Besides, it wasn't as if the droid was actually going to suffer, seeing as he couldn't feel at all.
Dack wandered through what had to be the thousandth hut he had investigated that day. It was farther away from the town than the other huts, and by far the shabbiest, dirtiest, cheapest looking one of them all. It looked like there had been some paint on the outside at some point, but the harsh weather had worn it all off. A forlorn power droid sat outside, with a primitive, broken looking vaporator. But there was also…an aura about this hut. Was it the Force?
\You shouldn't go in there.\
Dack scowled. He was becoming Increasingly Annoyed by this voice. \Why not?\
\What you find in there could be damaging to your somewhat fragile mind.\
\Fragile? What's that supposed to mean?\
\You know what I mean. The amnesia will have done something to your mind. Going in there might bring some new, unwelcome memories that you're not ready for. Or burst some bubbles.\
\Well, I can't just sit here, can I?\
\You can walk away.\
\No way. You don't know what it's like to have a blank, not remember anything. I'll find out about my past and deal with it, good or bad.\
\It's your choice. But it could impact a lot of people. Don't only think about yourself.\
\Right now, I'm all I've got. So I'll do what I like.\
The woman peered out of the window. A young man was standing there, looking past her, deep in thought. He scowled occasionally. And he was Force-strong. He carried a lightsaber. He could have only been sent by one person. How that person could have found her after all these years was a mystery. She would solve it later. She ran to the back to put on her cloak.
Luke looked around wearily. It was such a pain, being here. Luckily, Dack's presence was easy to track. Around here, everyone was laid back, floating around half-drunk or worse. Dack's force signature cut like a knife through the atmosphere: quick, precise, determined. Unluckily, he had stopped at about nine hundred ninety nine places where Dack had, and there was nothing of any value to be found. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could feel that something big was coming. Something really, really big, but maybe not all that good.
Having ended his discussion with the Force-voice abruptly, Dack marched up to the door. He knocked quickly, three sharp raps on the door. After hearing nothing inside, Dack walked in. He looked around. It was a grand contrast to the outside of the hut. There was only a small table, a cot, a chest, a fresher and a kitchen. A few belongings were placed around, but all very neatly. The inside was cool and smelled nice. It was almost too perfect. Yup. This is most likely the right place. At least I know for sure that there's a woman living here. No half-decent man could ever be this neat.
She paused, halfway into her escape tunnel that led into the desert. He had knocked. How unusual. Most people usually just barged in or never came around. His kind usually were very violent. And there was something about his Force-signature. It was strong, but it wasn't very clearly dark or light. A shade of grey, perhaps. She wondered who he could be, and contemplated going back up to ask. Then she decided against it. If Darth Vader was sending people after her, they would have to catch her. And she was not caught easily.
Dum Dum dumm…well, I think I broke that short chapter up into enough sections. Again, sorry it was so short, but the school work keeps piling up! Oh well, there's more to come (soon)!