The arena was empty, as always. That hadn't changed, and it wouldn't, or at least Dash hoped it would stay that way. He was sitting in an old droid factory. There were small red piles of sand and rock piled up against the walls of the factory. A portion of the rock ceiling had long collapsed, and, using scavenged droid parts, Dash had made a new ceiling. He was sitting at a reprogramed computer that had once operated the droid factory, and he was waiting for a transmission; he had been waiting for it for days now. He looked at the holoplayer that was positioned next to the computer. Nothing. But he had more important things to do now than just sit and wait.
He reattached his holoplayer to his belt and stood up from the old rickety chair that had been made out of bits of droirdikas. He walked out of the entrance that had been carved from the rock, and he entered the Petranaki arena, where a large scope like structure stood mounted on a rock. It was insane technology, and the Empire would want it. Badly. Dash approached it, and positioned the scope so that it was facing the sky. He looked into the eye, and he began to punch coordinates into the small computer that was on the side of it. There it was. The Seventh Fleet stalked Tatooine, looking for something, though he wasn't sure what. Force be praised that Thrawn isn't still at the helm of one of those ships; all those other Imperials are laser brains. He would have found me by now, Dash thought to himself. But the Seventh Fleet was around Tatooine, and that's all he needed to know now. He had to get a message to Mon Mothma right away, or some other important rebel. Even though he had sat on this rock for many years, he was as much a rebel as Gial Ackbar, with a scope that was helping the rebels protect the Outer Rim. And he had to defend the technology. The technology t wasn't complicated, but it was all at the same time. You had to use basic materials, like certain metals, to create the scope. Metal was one thing that the Empire would never run out of. But the computer was made using electrobinoculars, a targeting computer, and other technology that was not easily understand by everyone. But Dash did. He had programed the scope for the Rebellion, and he put it to good use. Secretly, he had alerted the Rebellion on a matter of events that were happening in the Outer Rim. And now, here was the Seventh Fleet. He knew that his holoplayer was about as close to dead as it could be, but he still tried to get a signal through to the Rebel Fleet.
To his surprise, he saw a rebel. They had to be, or at least they defiantly weren't an Imperial. Whoever they were, they had blond hair that wasn't well kemp and they were wearing a yellow jacket. The thing that got Dash was that whoever this was, they had a lightsaber attached to their belt. You could always trust someone with a lightsaber, or most of the time. "This is Luke Skywalker. Um… you've just reached the Alliance fleet." Skywalker! If this was a decedent of Anakin Skywalker, this guy was good. "This is Dash Ryler, patroller of Geonosis, speaking. Please inform the most superior officials of the Alliance that the Seventh Fleet has reached Tatooine." "Um, ok," Luke said. "I will make sure to. May the Force be with you, Dash," Luke added as he turned off his holoplayer.
Skywalker. That kid was a Skywalker. And he had to be a Jedi. And Dash was a clone. A clone who liked a good lightsaber; a clone that had survived the Clone Wars. Who had gotten his brain chip removed; a clone that had learned to survive. A rebel clone. He ignited the bright blue blade of the lightsaber that had never left his side ever since he had found it on Geonosis at the arena about ten years ago. The blade reflected off the sand, turning it a mystical blue color. "So the Jedi have survived?" He asked the seats of the arena. He stared at the rows upon rows of empty chairs, awaiting an answer that would never come.