Quiller cruised them into Tatooine's view in 4 standard hours. The young souding voice at the spaceport's landing asked for cargo and verification ID.
"Yes, sir. No cargo as we are landing to see relatives. Just two speeders. Our verification ID is Gillia 11879034." Quiller waited for a response.
"Okay, Gillia, you are in hangar five, slot 22, land when ready."
Quiller made a face. "That was simple. These ISB codes really get you by."
LaRone looked at him and nodded before saying, "Yeah. Glad this thing was decked out. We'd be dead if it wasn't." He looked at Brightwater who was playing with one of his gloves. "What are you doing?" he asked him.
Brightwater looked up and said, "I've been on this Suwantek for 4 standard hours, and have had nothing to do." He laughed. "Just entertaining myself, I guess."
Grave looked up from his sniper rifle he had been cleaning. "I could have easily found you something to do." He looked at Marcross was charging his BlasTech's battery pack. "See," Grave said. "Something to do."
LaRone rolled his eyes. "Alright fellas, tighten up. We could meet with Imps down here." He looked at Quiller as he landed the Gillia with ease, and lowered the ramp.
The five men walked down the ramp, and there was one official there. "Hello, crew of the Gillia. I'm Captain Thrad. I just need to check you and your ship over and you are good to go." He gestured toward the ramp.
"Yessir, we understand. Board her. It's all clear." Brightwater stepped to the side to let Thrad on the ship, and a couple minutes later the Captain returned.
"Clear. Now you are free to roam are hot, but none-the-less wonderful planet. Enjoy, boys," he said coolly, standing at ease. The men nodded and walked from the port. Grave was the first to speak.
"Friendly man. Way friendly. Think he is on to us?"
LaRone shook his head. "Nope. The people here are polite. Only farmers come here, so visitors are something they appreciate."
"And," Marcross added, "We are safe here. No Imperials around. See?" He gestured around them, and only thing Grave could see was heat waves.
They walked in silence for a few minutes when Brightwater pointed in front of Quiller. "Speeder bus station. Let's head out. Where do you wanna go?"
Quiller looked deep in thought before her said, "Mos Eisley. To some remote civilization." He looked at the others who nodded.
"Agreed," they said in unison. The five troopers walked to the speeder bus station and paid one tenth of a credit a piece to board the bus.
Nodding to the vents, Brightwater laughed. "It has air!" Grave harrumphed and looked at him.
"You're the reason we are ON this fireball. I don't want to here you say one, and I mean ONE word about heat." He crossed his arms over his chest and settled into the seat.
Quiller, LaRone, and Marcross laughed at the two men. The five of them took up to rows, Quiller sat beside Brightwater, causing him to be crammed in by Grave. LaRone sat with Marcross behind the trio.
LaRone closed his eyes, and let the cool air blow over his face. He was starting to doze off, when the intercom in the bus buzzed to life.
"Mos Eisley. We are in Mos Eisley."
LaRone groaned and stood up, allowing Marcross to get up from the seat. Brightwater had a comical look on his face and Quiller looked agitated.
"Does Brightwater know when to shut up? Grave is so kriffing mad he can't see in a kriffing straight line!" He looked at Grave who silently followed the scout.
Marcross laughed and LaRone snorted. He looked at Quiller and said, "No, he doesn't. Not at all."
As they exited the speeder bus in single file, LarRone looked around. He didn't believe his eyes and let something slip.
"Kriff! Blast it! Get in the milking cantina! NOW!" He urged the men forward, all of them confused.
Brightwater looked at LaRone. "Wha-?"
LaRone stopped him. "Go!" he snapped.
Brightwater marched forward, and Marcross, Grave, nor Quiller asked anything.
As they entered the cantina, LaRone explained. Before he talked, he took in a shaky breath.
"Grave was right. No Imps. No ISB. Only Lord Vader."