All of the men's jaws dropped. Brightwater was stunned, obviously.
"Vader? Here? On Tatooine?"
Grave rolled his eyes and LaRone looked at the other men. Quiller and Marcross sat stunned in their seats. The term 'Lord Vader' struck fear in evryone around the galaxy. Let alone, deserters...
As soon as the Hand of Judgment crew settled down, Marcross looked up.
"Vader alert. Throw up a mental shiled and look away."
The four nodded and as Vader was questioning the Cantina owner, a member of the 501st busted in.
"Sir," the audio edited voice said. "We've found Skywalker's home. He lives on a moisture farm."
The Sith Lord nodded, and with a sweep of his cape, was gone.
Marcross let out a breath. "Too close. Way too close."
LaRone nodded, then looked to at the other men. "Skywalker? Why does that name sound familiar?"
Grave looked deep in though, then he muttered lowly, "Luke Skywalker. Vader's long lost son. He had searched him on the ISB file, remember?"
Marcross's eyes went wide. "We are on the same planet as Lord Vader's son?"
"Kriff," Brightwater bit out. "Kriff this whole Milking world."
LaRone looked at them. "Don't panic just yet. I wanna see this Skywalker. Brightwater, take the speeder bus back to the port and get you speeder. Let's follow a Sith Lord."
"Affirmative." Brightwater walked through the cantina's door and vanished.
As if it just now registered with him, Grave looked at LaRone. "Follow a Sith Lord?"
LaRone nooded. "Yes. To Skywalker's. I have a weird feeling this is the same Skywalker we rescued on Teardrop."
Grave nodded once, letting the intel seep in. LaRone's lost it. He really has.
Marcross looked around, and a waitress waltzed her way toward their table. "May I help you?" She smiled, and pulled out her notepad.
Marcross nodded. "Four waters, please. It's terribly hot."
The waitress nodded and smiled. "Not from here, I suppose."
LaRone spoke next. "No ma'am, we aren't. We aren't from anywhere, really. Quiller just flies us around."
She nodded and walked off to another table. Marcross looked at his leader.
"Why lie?"
"We can't give off real info without poiting to the fact we are not supposed to be hanging around."
"Oh."
"Yes, 'OH'."
Marcross didn't say anything else until the waitress came back with water. "From Skywalker's moisture farm. Good stuff."
She set all the glasses down and left them a ticket.
"Skywalker's moisture farm, located 4 kilos east of Mos Eisley. Who says we use this adress instead of following our Lord around?" Grave asked.
"Good idea," Marcross said, and LaRone nodded. "Agreed."
After they drank their waters, Brightwater cruised in.
"Ready?"
All the men nodded. LaRone looked at the speeder.
"I see you rented one."
Brightwater looked guilty. "Had to. The ones on our Suwantek were one seaters only."
Nodding, the Hand of Judgment members piled in.
"So we have the adress, and won't have to follow Vader. So that's one plus," Grave said from beside LaRone. Quiller sat up front with Brightwater, and Marcross sat at LaRone's right.
"Okay, that's even better."
And with a rev of the motor, the five headed out to see Luke Skywalker. Little did they know what they were getting themselves into...
A/N: Okay so please excuse errors, and feel free to point them out! Anything you would like added, mention and I will see what I can do! Han, Luke, and Leia will become kinda main characters as the story progresses, so don't worry! Thanks guys!