Tatooine's Minx
In which Kat is now "living" in Anchorhead. After V'kala's time.
Set around 6BBY
Kat trudged through the sandy streets of Anchorhead. She kicked up the sand with her bare feet and stuck her hands in the pockets of her rugged pants.
She really did feel and look like a rugged homeless child of twelve.
Her messy white hair blew annoyingly in her face as she bypassed strangers and citizens. She knew she'd have to eye an easy target.
She was so good at pickpocketing by now, not even V'kala had noticed when he used to stand at her side. Although she did have quite the advantage that her uncle had taught her.
The fact he had served as a Jedi Padawan under the Old Republic…
Kat spied her target: a young boy of around thirteen. Kat eyed the package of flatbread sticking out of the hole at the bottom of his rucksack. He should be careful of that…
She made a quick apology in her mind to the boy before she began her mission. She tied her hair up with a yellow ribbon and pulled the tatty brown hood over her head. If anyone had ever remember her for anything, it was her white hair.
She tip-toed her way through the bustling street of hot dusk Tatooine air towards the boy. Her stomach grumbled, chiming to her mind 'Feed me! Feed me!'.
She followed the boy, keeping all her concentration of the packaged flatbread. She held out her hand, letting the brown paper package fly into her arms, along with a flask of blue milk. Kat giggled at her bonus as she stood still in the street, still with nobody caring about a little pickpocketing thief.
Except for one confused boy who had noticed the sudden change in weight of the rucksack. "Hey," he found his glare upon Kat. "Give that back!"
Kat panicked for a moment, dashing off in the opposite direction, running down the sandy streets as fast as her little undeveloped legs would take her.
The boy appeared to put up a pretty good chase. Kat held the flatbread and blue milk to her chest like it was her long lost baby. Diving around strange aliens, and the occasional bump into a few, she skidded into a small alleyway and hid behind a small dustbin; one she'd probably be able to fit into if she had the time.
She tilted her head around to view the streets behind her. The boy came to a halt as he realised he'd lost the little thief. He slung his shoulders down, trudging back in the other direction and admitted to his defeat.
"Sorry," Kat whispered to him again, and lowered her hood.
"Hey, freak!"
Kat gulped as a rather large boy her small figure, with two others standing behind him.
"Where ya goin' with little Wormie's snack?"
"I'm surprised she actually did it." One crossed his arms. "Ya might wanna make sure she ain't got anymore hidden surprises."
Much to their disadvantage, Kat slowly and subtly reached for the vibroblade that sat under her shirt and pressed to her back with her brown utility belt keeping it in place.
As the brutes argued, Kat bolted between the first kid's legs…
"Get the cat!"
… and cut the third boy through the thigh.
Guilt waved over her as she sprinted for the other end of the alleyway, hearing the boy's cry of pain. She made a sharp left and ran for refuge.
Kat walked outside the city gates, going along a little further as she found a good spot to eat her dinner. She sat down in the sand with her back against the crème coloured wall.
Her mouth watered at the sight of the flatbread in her hands. Without any hesitation, she bit into the loaf and enjoyed the feeling of food entering her stomach.
Already suffering from heartburn after a few bites, she unscrewed the flask of blue milk and drank eagerly, enjoying the sweet taste.
Wiping her mouth, she pulled off another piece of flatbread and looked ahead to where the twin suns of Tatooine were setting on the horizon.
V'kala wouldn't be pleased by her new lifestyle. Ben would be mortified. She decided to keep her thoughts on Ben, and began planning on how she'd make her way to the old man's home, letting the tragedy of her uncle sink in later.
She'd also have to find a way to get Ed back. She'd need the big red ship to float around the Galaxy again…
But for now, she looked out at the twin suns as they set in the orange dusk, wondering when they'd just stop chasing her.
