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It felt strange for some reason, looking out over the same dunes he'd seen his entire life. Seeing those dunes that he and Luke had played on and pretended to be star pilots and galactic heroes on, and all the while there might have been a Jedi Knight out there watching them. A real hero of the Old Republic, there, practically on his front doorstep!

As Biggs looked at the dunes, neither of the twin suns having quite risen over them, he could imagine General Kenobi standing there in his battle armor. He could be standing there and just be waiting to lead them to victory over the Empire!

"Remind me again why we're visiting a moisture farm in the middle of nowhere?" Winter brought him from his musings.

Biggs looked at his beautiful if less than charming companion then at the door to the homestead that stood in front of them. "Because if we're going to find General Kenobi then this is the place to start. Almost every farmer in the Great Chott Salt Flat community has a Ben Kenobi story, but the only man I know for sure that's ever seen him is Owen Lars."

"Great," Winter sniffed the air. "You could have told me we were just stopping to ask directions from a backwater yokel."

Biggs eyed her for a minute, he still hadn't rung the bell so he figured he had time. "You sound like a Grand Moff. This backwater yokel is one of the best men I've ever known, his nephew is one of my best friends, and he's exactly the type of down to earth person that we're endeavoring to save from the Empire."

"I didn't mean-"

"Let me make something clear your highness-"

"I'm not royalty!"

"You might as well be with the way you're acting. Listen, Lars is a good man but he won't hesitate to throw us out on our collective asses if we give him an attitude like we think we're better than him! We have to respect these people even if they live lives we wouldn't want."

"I'm sorry," Winter said, glancing at her sand covered shoes.

"Apology accepted," Biggs said as he hit the comm switch buzzer. "Also this is important, don't mention the Rebellion."

"What? He's not a loyalist is he?"

"Hardly, but he doesn't want to get involved. Talking directly about the Rebellion will get us kicked out faster than we could make the jump to lightspeed."

"Got it."

"One more thing, you and me are a couple."

"I beg your unbelievable pardon?"

"I'm going to have to explain you somehow to Owen and Beru. You can't be a cousin since moisture farmers are tightly knit groups. So I met you at the Academy and I brought you home to meet my folks."

"This is ridiculous!"

"I tried inviting you over to my house last night so you could meet them and wouldn't have to lie, now you're just going to have to wing it."

"Of all the-"

Winter cut herself short when the door slid open and Beru stepped out. Her eyes darted back and forth before locking onto Biggs. Immediately her face lit up in surprise and delight. Biggs smiled back, as severe as Owen could be, Beru was practically everyone's mom.

"Biggs Darklighter! Is that you? What are you doing on my doorstep so early? You know Luke is still asleep at this hour! Come in, come in!"

"Actually we came to see Owen," Biggs said as he followed Beru into the dwelling. They walked right past Luke's room where he could swear he heard his friend snoring. "I'm taking Winter here on something of a grand tour of Tatooine and I thought that Owen might know a few points of interest."

"Try Corellia…" Owen's voice came as they came into the kitchen where Beru had a breakfast made. "…I hear that place is nice, a lot nicer than Tatooine."

"Mr. Lars," Biggs said.

"Darklighter," he nodded then his eyes turned to Winter. "And you are…"

For half a moment the insides of Biggs chest twisted. Given how difficult she found the idea of pretending to be his girlfriend, he worried that Winter might not play along just out of spite and that he was going to have to spin a yarn on his feet. In fact, he almost opened his mouth to do just that. Fortunately Winter decided to surprise him.

"Hi!" she beamed with a positively jolly bounce in her voice as she shook Owen's hand. "I'm Winter Retrac! Biggsy has told me all about this place! So good to meet you!"

"Apparently," Owen said with half a smile then he cast a look at Biggs and winked knowingly. "Welcome to Tatooine."

"Thank you so much!" Winter said. "Biggs is taking to see all his childhood haunts. It's really kind of adorable!"

"Adorable," Owen said. "Don't think I've ever heard that word used to describe Tatooine."

Beru suddenly placed a plate of eggs and a cup of bantha milk in front of them. Then she took a seat next to Owen and began to chat with Winter about where she was from and how she met Biggs. Again, Winter performed perfectly, to the point that Biggs almost wondered if they had been going out at some point and he'd forgotten! Winter even had their song picked out! A song he hated but a song none-the-less!

Gradually the conversation shifted to her stay on Tatooine and Biggs jumped in by mentioning a few of the places he planned on taking her to see. Beggars Canyon, the Dune Sea, The Mos Espa Grand Arena. He just needed to guide the conversation a bit closer to their actual target.

"Seems like you already have quite the itinerary," Owen said. "Not sure why you need my advice, apart from the need to watch yourselves, you'll be going dangerously close to Sand People territory."

"Sand People?" Winter said.

"Native species," Owen said, his voice growing a little dark. "Savages really, they control about half the Dune Sea and the Jundland Wastes."

"Don't worry sir," Biggs said. "I know better than to go near their territory, I want Winter to see a lot of the things Tatooine has to offer but that's not one of them."

"Good," Owen said.

"They sound very dangerous!" Winter said. "Isn't there anyone that can deal with them? Maybe live in their territory peacefully?"

Owen snorted and Biggs glanced at Winter, instantly knowing her intentions.

"Sand People would gladly flay the skin off your bones young lady, no one reasons with them or lives among them."

"No one?" Biggs took a breath, here went nothing. "What about Ben Kenobi? I always heard he would have lived out there."

Owen's eyes narrowed on Biggs for a moment then shot to Beru. Instantly the mood in the room shifted, The air suddenly felt heavy and almost hard to breathe.

"Ben Kenobi?" Winter said. "Who's that?"

"Just a ghost story," Owen said. "Everyone knows that."

"Really?" Biggs said. "My father said that you met him once."

Owen sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Darklighter, I don't know what you're playing at trying to chase after a ghost with your girlfriend but I really don't have time for it."

"But you did meet this Ben Kenobi?" Winter said, her voice starting to drop the light lilt she had used for the entire conversation. "He does actually exist?"

"No," Owen said and Beru shot him a look. "Fine… if you really want to hear a desert tall tale; there used to be a hermit named Ben Kenobi that lived in these parts. He died years ago but people have been telling ghost stories about him ever since."

"How do you know he died?" Biggs said. "There was that time that Luke and I were -"

"It was your imagination," Owen said. "I'm the last person to have actually seen Kenobi and that was years ago."

"How many?" Winter said.

Owen glared at her. "What is this? An interrogation?"

"I just want to know."

"Almost two decades ago," Owen said then stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have chores that need to get done."

"Where did he live then?" Winter stood as well, Biggs grabbed her arm to calm her down but she pulled away. "Mr. Lars sir, I need to know where he lived."

Owen didn't respond to her. Instead he turned to Biggs. "What's going on here? You're not actually taking a girlfriend on a desert excursion."

"He lived on the edge of the Dune Sea," Beru said. "At least we think he did."

"Beru!"

"Owen, we were about two seconds from blows being thrown in my kitchen. I won't have that."

"But this… fine. Yes, south east edge of the Dune Sea as near as we could tell. We never went there but he always came from that direction. But that's it, that's all we know and we wouldn't say more if we did."

"But sir-" Winter said.

"Thank you Mr. Lars," Biggs grabbed her arm again. "Thank you, that's all we need."

"Good. Now I suggest you get out of my house and think long and hard before you come back. You understand me Darklighter?"

"Yes sir," Biggs said. "I'm sorry to disturb you."

"You go following after Kenobi, you'll bring yourself to a bad end," Owen said. "Mark my words boy."

"Some things are worth getting killed over," Biggs said then took Winter by the hand and led her out. Owen followed them the entire way, standing just in front of Luke's door as if trying to physically prevent them from seeing them.

Once outside Biggs released Winter's hand and marched to the speeder they'd gotten off his father. He didn't look at her but instead climbed into the driver's seat and activated the engine. Winter took her seat in a huff and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the dunes in the distance.

"He knows more than he's letting on!" she finally said. "Why did we leave?"

"Because that's all we were going to get," Biggs said then looked at her. "Maybe he knows who Kenobi is and doesn't want to get involved in the bigger things of the Galaxy. I don't know, but we have enough to go on."

"Fine," Winter sighed. "I take it you know the area?"

"More or less," Biggs said. "It's a big area to cover but there's not much more we can do about it."

"Right," Winter said, continuing to stare at the dunes. Biggs joined her, especially as off on the furthest dune, a sandcrawler appeared.

"What's that?" she said.

"Jawa Sand Crawler," Biggs said. "They find junk in the wastes and sell it to people. They've probably come to trade with Owen."

"Maybe we should ask them where Kenobi is."

"If I knew a word of their language I might, in the meantime we have a scanner and some directions, we should make the most out of them."

"Fine," Winter said as she fired up the scanner. "Let's get to it."

Biggs nodded, paying a final glance to the Sandcrawler before gunning the engine and leaving the Lars Homestead behind, idly wishing he'd been able to talk to Luke and get him to come with them.

"Look sir, droids!"

In spite of the heat, a chill ran up Leia's spine when she heard those words. She'd dared hope against hopes that somehow the minions of the Empire would miss any tale tell signs of the escape pod's occupants and assume it was a malfunction.

But now she stood, in the middle of the desert, surrounded by stormtroopers with only her disagreeable clone rescuer as any sort of back up. Even though she held a blaster rifle in hand, she felt completely helpless as she watched the commander examine the piece of droid chattel left from when Artoo and Threepio crashed.

"You're right," The commander said. "Looks like it belongs to an astromech of some kind."

"If it's an astro droid then it wasn't alone," another trooper said. "There are footprints all around, could be a protocol droid."

"Let's get a tracker on those prints," the commander said. "Fan out everyone! You'll search the entire damn desert with a fine toothed comb if that's what it takes to find those droids."

Leia locked her eyes on Threepio's footprints and noticed the dissimilar imprint of R2's wheels going alongside it. Her stomach sank as she looked at them, unless some sort of sandstorm or something happened, there would be a clear path leading the Empire straight to the droids.

She could only hope that Artoo found General Kenobi in time.

She looked up from the tracks as another stormtrooper approached her. For a second she questioned who it was and warded off her natural instincts to get ready to fire, but then he motioned with his head for her to follow and she knew it was her clone rescuer.

"I managed to get the ignition codes to one of the speeders," he said. "As soon as we're given a break we'll take it and get the hell out of here."

"We can't leave," Leia said. "They've found the trail of the droids, if we don't stick with them then we won't be able to stop them from recovering them!"

"Don't care," the clone said. "It's only a matter of time before they discover your little ruse princess. We're planetside and this is our best chance to escape. We'll make our way to Mos Eisely book passage on a ship and get to Alderaan."

"Don't you understand how important this is?" Leia said. "The fate of the Galaxy is at stake!"

"This isn't up to negotiation," he took a step toward her. "The Galaxy will find its fate one way or another but I can guarantee that it will find it without you if we stick around here too long."

Leia was about to protest when the commander approached them, still holding the droid part. Quickly she straightened up, trying to look as tall as she possibly could. She'd done well enough so far in convincing them she was part of the unit but the last thing she needed was scrutiny.

"Sir," the clone said.

"Stop standing around jawing!" the commander said. "The trail splits up between the two. I want the two of you following after the footprints!"

"Sir! Yes sir!" the clone saluted and Leia followed suit.

"You!" the commander took a step toward her. "I didn't hear you trooper!"

Leia almost flinched and in spite of the cooling units attached to her armor, a cold sweat broke out, running down her face underneath the helmet. One word from her mouth would be all it would take for the game to be up. She'd either be dead or made a prisoner of the Empire.

With surely only seconds to spare before the commander demanded to know her identification number, Leia did the only thing she could think of short of opening fire and getting herself and her partner killed. She raised a finger to the 'mouth piece' on her helmet and gave it a couple of taps then shook her head.

"Yeah, it seems that this soldier's vocoder is on the fritz," the clone said, quickly picking up on her meaning. "Maybe he should report to the garrison to get it replaced."

"He can do it when we get back to the ship," the commander said. "In the meantime you stick with him and try to figure out whatever comes out of his damn mouth."

The commander stormed off and Leia pushed out a pent up breath she held. Her body shivered from the cold and she slowly loosened her fingers which had curled up involuntarily. She must have done something today to make the Force happy with her.

"That was too damn close," the clone said. "Now you see why we can't stick around, yeah? Only a matter of time."

After taking a quick glance to ensure nobody was in earshot, Leia turned to her partner. "I'm well aware of the risk, in fact nothing could be more clear to me now, but that doesn't outweigh the need to get the droids before the Empire does or at least recover them from the Empire."

"You're crazy, completely mad," the clone said. "Follow me, we're not going to make a break for it yet but I want to make sure you know without a shadow of a doubt which speeder we'll be going to."

The pair made their way toward the speeder, all the while they kept their heads down as if examining the sands for tracks. The cooling unit in Leia's suit now really kicked into overdrive or perhaps she felt it more because the earlier nervous perspiration, either way she could think of few things as unpleasant as this.

"You know how to drive one of these things?" the clone said.

"Of course I do," Leia said. "I learned when I was sixteen when I stole my father's-"

"Yeah, not important," the clone said. "Just as long as you can fly it."

"What's that?" Leia motioned to a large package in the back seat.

"Insurance," the clone said. "Now come on, we need to keep blending in so-"

"Attention troops!" The commander's voice boomed out loud enough that everyone in the area could hear him. "Assemble in front of me!"

Leia turned her head to her companion but his helmet was as unreadable as hers. But deep inside, her stomach fell and a nervous tingle assaulted the back of her neck. She had a bad feeling about this.

Luckily they didn't leave too far from their speeder as all the men assembled in a line in front of the commander, with Leia and her companion taking the very end. Nearby the dewbacks grunted and growled, as though they could sense the uneasy air that had swept over the desert sands.

"I just received word from command," he said. "Three soldiers never reported in after the battle and were later found stripped of their armor. Everyone here is to remove their helmets and state their identity."

Leia might have been hearing things but she could swear she hear the clone say the word 'kriff' under his breath. If he did then she completely agreed with his sentiments. All the other stormtroopers started pulling off their helmets, all the while the commander eyed each of them suspiciously. If things had been bad for Leia when the commander wanted her to talk… now they were ten times worse.

"Don't take your helmet off no matter what," the clone whispered as he hooked his own hands under his helmet and slipped it off.

In spite of knowing what he would look like due to the nature of him being a clone, Leia couldn't help but steal a glance and take in his worn features. This clone had seen a lot of action, not surprising considering he probably served in the Clone Wars. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. Especially once the commander zeroed in on her.

"What are you waiting for soldier!" he said. "Did your broken vocoder make your hands not work?"

Leia shook her head.

"He's got a condition sir," the clone said.

"A condition? Like not following orders?"

"Adverse to sunlight, I can vouch for him sir."

"Oh you can, can you?" the commander stepped up to the clone.

"Yes sir! He's served with me across several campaigns, Bakura, Kessel, Utapau."

"Utupau huh? Well what a storied career the two of you have had, next you'll be telling me that he's the one that blasted General Kenobi off the cliff!"

"No sir, but we did get to see him fight General Grievous."

A couple of the other soldiers snickered but were instantly silenced when the commander turned on them. Finally he looked back to Leia and the clone.

"Listen soldier! I don't care if the two of you marched with Darth Vader into the Jedi Temple itself! I gave an order and that order is to remove your damn helmet! Now he's going to do as he's said or there's going to be a charred corpse in the sand!"

"More than one actually," the clone said.

Just as the commander asked a quick 'what?' a blaster bolt shot him to the ground. Leia didn't wait for the clone to tell her what to do. Immediately she opened fire as well. The troopers were, for the first couple of seconds, too stunned to do anything but be gunned down.

Using that moment to its fullest advantage, the clone ripped his thermal detonator from his belt and tossed it out in the middle of them. Neither he nor she waited to see what happened from there. Both bolted for the speeder, throwing themselves in amid a cacophony of blaster bolts, explosions and screams.

Leia jammed the ignition, even as the clone was still piling in. Instantly they shot off, headed straight for a nearby rock formation. They needed cover if they were going to have even the slightest chance of survival.

Those chances seemed to quickly diminish as blaster fire rained down on them from behind. The remaining stormtroopers had managed to get themselves organized enough to counter attack. A stray bolt jostled the craft as it hit near the engine and Leia reached for the restraints.

"Don't!" the clone said as he fumbled with the package in the back seat. "That's not part of the plan!"

"This is a plan!?" Leia said.

"A working plan! Get ready!"

"Get ready for what?"

Before he could answer the chugging sound of an engine over head interrupted. Leia glanced up long enough to confirm it was the transport they'd come in. A second later a large blaster bolt burst the ground just to their side, nearly shaking them from their seats.

"Almost there!"

Another blast came, this one closer, almost a direct hit. The impact in the sand sent shards of glass and burnt sand around them in a shower of heat. Leia tried weaving the speeder in an effort to make them a more difficult target but that thing would be able to follow them anywhere they went.

"Get ready!"

"Get ready for what?"

The ship blasted again and Leia could do nothing but scream when she realized the laser fire was going to be a direct hit. She jerked the controls but in less than a second the speeder erupted in flames, debris, and smoke.

"There really isn't anything out here but miles and miles of miles and miles," Winter said capping her brow with the palm of her hand. "You really think that General Kenobi could live out here?"

"Well it wouldn't be an easy life," Biggs took a swig from his water pouch. "But with the right equipment anybody could. And certainly General Kenobi could if half of what I've heard about the Jedi is true."

"I'm more concerned as to whether or not what Lars said is true. Do you really think Kenobi is dead?"

Biggs paused for a moment, being a rebel, he liked to think he lived in hope, but he couldn't deny the pesky possibility that Luke's uncle was right. Contemptible attitude be damned. With a sigh he stepped out of the parked speeder and looked down from the ridge they sat on.

"I can't say that it's not possible," he said. "I've always supposed that he was a ghost if anything. That's the way most of the 'Ben Kenobi' stories go."

"What do you mean?"

"Here's the thing," Biggs said. "Like Lars said, Ben Kenobi showed up nearly twenty years ago, that much is sure, and a few people like Lars can tell you about meeting him. But as far as I know the last time anyone actually saw him face to face, let alone spoke to him was... at least ten years ago, probably more."

"So why the ghost stories?" Winter sipped her water "In fact, didn't you mention something about that to Lars?"

"Yeah," Biggs said. "And my story is typical of most the Kenobi stories. "When I was a kid, Lars nephew Luke and I fell into a ravine. We were stuck down there for hours, all day actually. Then just as it was getting dark, Luke said he heard a voice calling in the wind. I thought the suns had gotten to him but Luke insisted that he could hear a voice calling to him and telling him where to go to get out."

"Interesting."

"That's not the interesting part," Biggs said. "No, the interesting part is that we followed that voice and it led us to a rock face, I was about to tell Luke he was crazy but he said the voice told him there was a series of stones that we could walk along and use as stairs, sure enough, there were the rocks. Soon we were out and able to try and go home."

"And you think it was Kenobi?"

"I didn't know what to think... But I haven't even gotten to the strange part," Biggs said. "The strange part is that I never heard this voice at all, but when we were walking away from the ravine, I looked up at the nearest sand dune and I swear I saw someone."

"Kenobi?"

"I don't know. He wore a cloak and a hood and he almost seemed to... glow. I turned to tell Luke but when we looked back no one was there."

"Hmmm."

"Hmmm? That's all you have to say to that?"

"What do you want me to say? Maybe it was Kenobi, maybe you were seeing things after the sun baked your brains, or maybe you just told me the kind of ghost story you would tell to get some girl to swoon for you."

"Are you serious?" Biggs said.

"At this point I'm not going to take anything at face value," Winter said. "Kenobi was a powerful Jedi Master, if your story is true then Kenobi is most likely alive and the two of you just imagined the rest of it. I can't imagine what interest a powerful Jedi Master would have in a couple of farm boys like you."

"I didn't imagine anything, I saw him, he had a blue glow around him like a ghost."

Winter just sighed and shook her head. "Very well Darklighter, I'll take your word for it, but I'm not getting stuck in a ravine with you just to draw out the spirit of a Jedi Master, instead we should get back to scanning for any signs of technology."

"By all means," Bigg said as he gunned the engine and started them off further toward the Dune Sea. They didn't make it more than a few kilometers before Winter rapped him on the shoulder and leaned toward the scanning screen a bit.

"Did you see that?" Winter said.

"What?" Biggs glanced from the speeder controls to her.

"There was a formation of some kind and some metal on the scanner."

Biggs slowed the speeder down a touch so he could get a better look at the scanner. He darted his eyes back and forth between the horizon and the scanner but saw nothing.

"Whatever it was it's gone now," he shrugged.

"Turn around," Winter said. "It's been the first blip we've seen in hours!"

Biggs knew this desert well; he'd travelled it countless times. He knew that when a scanner picked up a stray bit of metal it probably meant a piece of scrap that not even the Jawas thought enough of to salvage. But in the last twenty four hours he'd also come to know that Winter was hardly someone you said no to.

"Yes ma'am," Biggs said as he swerved the speeder. The sudden turn and inertia sent Winter spilling into him, pressing her warm body up against his. Instantly she jerked away then socked his arm.

"What was that for?"

"This is a search and rescue operation, not the Boonta Eve Classic! Drive like you know how!"

"Okay fine I... Wait... Boonta Eve Classic? You're into pod racing?"

"Don't be ridiculous! I just happen to know that the locals of Tatooine are enamored with that particular race."

"You just happen to know that? Fair enough, it is the most famous racing event in the sector. I had front row seats when Rikki Bawbi won the tournament last year."

"You mean Quadri..."

Biggs looked at her with an upturned brow, and she gasped. A smirk curled under hs mustache as he watched her face flush at being caught red handed.

"Alright fine!" She said. "I may watch the occasional race! So I am well aware that Ben Quadineros came out of retirement to win his first ever Boonta Eve title."

"You're a Pod Groupie," Biggs grinned from ear to ear. "I'll bet you have posters and models at your home."

"I most certainly do not!" Winter said. "But for the record, Rikki Bawbi is nothing but an arrogant, brainless son of a- there! Stop!"

Biggs flattened his foot on the brakes and the two nearly smacked their heads on the console. This time however, Winter saved the chiding remarks and focused on the scanner, trailing her finger from the singular blip near the edge of the screen to the coordinate reader. Biggs nodded at the reading then glanced out along the rocky ledges.

"Okay there it is," Winter said. "Please tell me you have a pair of macrobinoculars in this thing?"

Biggs nodded and fished them from the compartment, he then stood up in his seat and focused in the direction of the blip. Winter reached for the binoculars but Biggs just put them to his face and began scanning his eyes over the picture. All the while he heard Winter complaining that she needed to look.

"I don't see anything just yet," Biggs said.

"Then give them here so I can find it!"

"Shhhh, I'm trying concentrate."

"Ugh! I can't believe I'm stuck in the ass end of space with the likes of you."

Biggs almost chuckled at her contrition but at that moment the macrobinoculars picked something up and the auto focus feature began highlighting and filtering the image until a small adobe hovel appeared. Biggs blinked hard and looked again, it had seen better days but it was definitely man made.

"I might have to make you the navigator on my next flight," Biggs said. "You were right, there is something out there."

"Let me see!" Winter said, plucking the macrobinoculars from him. It only took her a couple of seconds to zero in on the structure; all the while Biggs capped his hand over his brow and squinted at its direction, hoping to get a glimpse with the naked eye.

"You know of anyone that lives all the way out here?" she said, not taking her eyes off the building.

"Not a one," Biggs grinned as he plopped back down in his seat. "Odds are that's where our Jedi lives!"

Winter sank back down as well and for once she shared his smile. Biggs felt his heart take maybe an extra beat or two as he gazed at her and actually enjoyed how good she looked wearing a grin. When this was over he was definitely going to ask her for a drink.

"Let's get over there and see if he's home," Biggs said then looked up at the sky. "And we better do it soon. We don't want to be out here at night. This is Sand People territory."

"Let's do it flyboy," Winter said but then in the next second the smile from her face disappeared, replaced with an expression of shock and fear. Her blaster came up and Biggs turned just in time to see the gaffi stick coming at his face.

Blaster fire collided with the tusken raider's chest and he collapsed backward just before his weapon would have connected with Bigg's head. The air filled with the calls of the Sand People and Biggs looked around to see them rushing out from hiding places in the rocks and stones.

He gunned the accelerator but a frightening snap/hiss issued from the air and the engine actually fell clean off of the speeder. Biggs drew his blaster but Winter grabbed his shoulder with one and pointed with the other, drawing his eyes to the sound of the nearby humming.

The Sand People swarmed around them and around a single solitary man, dressed like one of them complete with head and face coverings, but holding a laser sword in his hand. Biggs gripped his blaster a bit tighter and looked to Winter but she was just as clueless as he was. Biggs mind boggled at what was presented before him. General Kenobi? With the Sand People?

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