After the Jedi was down and sure to not get up any time soon Drionn easily ambushed Solo and Chewbacca from behind. Within seconds the highly trained Mandalorian had taken both man and towering wookiee and won.

He and Ocubas loaded the three bodies up in a closed canopy speeder. But before going to their freighter, they made a stop in the docking bay where Solo's ship waited.

Gingerly Drionn picked Tallis up from where she lay. Her breathing was swallow and feeble. It did not concern him. The poison was made specifically for Force sensitive beings. Often times Drionn was tasked with hunting down Jedi survivors for the Inquisitors; dark Jedi who sought to kill, kidnap or turn Jedi and those like them. The poison was not a fatal one, but powerful. One fit for Force sorcerers like Tallis. She would recover on her own in a day at most.

Carrying the girl to the ship, he lowered the ramp and entered.

It was meaningless sentiment, Drionn told himself. All his friends from long ago were dead. His home, his family, Mandalore was gone. And Tallis for all her naivety was able to comfort him when he was lost. That is why he carried her. That is why he left her in the bunk room to sleep away the injuries he caused. It was not care, nor love, nor sorrow. Sentiment.

Her face was relaxed now, the painful part was over.

"Good-bye, Tallis." And with that he left her behind.

~~~

"Breathe. Just breathe."

"Reach out with your feelings. Let them flow, let them guide you."

He inhaled deeply. He exhaled softly. The darkness was parting her curtains. Colors could be seen ahead. He reached out, curiosity and confidence leading him out and into the stars.

"Good, good. Go further, see more. The Force can show you many things, you have only to listen and understand piece by piece."

The stars danced about, forming images, guiding him onward and further into the vast cosmos.

Colors suddenly burst like splotches of watery paint falling on paper. He followed them eagerly. Blues, greens, reds, purples, grays. They formed a picture. A blurred one, but one he could understand nonetheless.

"Luke? Luke?"

His eyes suddenly flew opened. His lungs instantly sucked in air. Luke gasped and coughed as sand went down his throat. Quickly he grabbed his jug of water and drank. Just barely did he take note of Ben's hand squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm fine." Luke said once he had washed away the sand in his throat. "I just . . . I saw Han."

Ben frowned, his wrinkles growing deeper and his brows knit together. "What do you mean?"

Slowly Luke shook his head. "I saw Han . . . in a blue place. Chewie was there, and Tallis too." The images were coming back to him now. "Ben, I think they're in trouble!" Luke tried to get up, but Ben's hand still on his shoulder stopped him.

"Luke, you have to wait." Ben said patiently. "What you saw was a vision. Force sensitives often have such an ability to see past, present and future events. However such visions are not to be used lightly or without examination first."

At this, Luke felt himself wilt, but he nodded still and sighed. "But what if they're in trouble right now? Can't we do something, anything at all?" Luke asked.

Ben seemed to press his lips together in a thin line. "I'm afraid you must meditate more on your vision. What information can you remember from it right now?"

Hastily Luke began to think. "It was blue, they were in a cantina or some bar club I guess. There was a big man, and I think there was a Mandalorian. I think . . ." Luke swallowed down his worry for calm and rational thinking. "I think Tallis is sick. Han and Chewie were jumped."

Ben stroked his beard. "Why would someone want to jump Captain Solo and the others?" He asked.

Luke frowned, glaring at the dirt in thought. No one would think Han had money. He dressed like a hobo and his ship was no better. He only really carried his DL-44 on him, and Chewbacca carried little outside his crossbow and satchel. Tallis never displayed her lightsabers, she barely thought of herself as a Jedi. But then it struck him.

"Of course!" Luke berated himself. "Jabba! Han didn't get back to Jabba in time so there's a bounty on him."

"If that is so" Ben said brightly "then all we must do it wait. They will bring Han to us."

Luke shot up from his seated position, this time Obi-Wan did not stop him. "I'll get Leia, we need to make a plan."