The Empire's Fall (Pt.1)

Chapter Four: Mos Eisley

The speeder is stopped on a crowded street by several combat-hardened stormtroopers who look over the two robots. A Trooper questions me.

"How long have you had these droids?"

"About three or four seasons."

"They're for sale if you want them" Ben adds.

"Let me see your identification."

I get very nervous as I fumble to find my ID while Ben speaks to the Trooper in a very controlled voice.

"You don't need to see her identification

"We don't need to see her identification."

"These are not the droids you're looking for."

"These are not the droids we're looking for."

"She can go about her business."

"You can go about your business."

"Move along.

"Move along. Move along."

I pull the speeder up in front of a rundown blockhouse cantina on the outskirts of the spaceport. I see various strange forms of transport, including several unusual beasts of burden, parked outside the bar. A Jawa runs up and

begins to fondle the speeder.

"I can't abide these Jawas," Threepio says,

"Disgusting creatures."

As Luke and I get out of the speeder we attempt to shoo the Jawa away.

"Go on, go on. I can't understand how we got by those troopers. I thought we were dead!"

"So did I," Luke chimes in.

"The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded. You will find it a powerful ally," lla says calmly.

"Do you really think we're going to find a pilot here that'll take us to Alderaan?"

"Well, most of the best freighter pilots can be found here. Only watch your step. This place can be a little rough."

We look at each other, then Luke says, "We're ready for anything."

"Come along, Artoo."

Luke, the droids, and I all follow lla and Ben Kenobi into the smoke-filled cantina. The murky, moldy den is filled with startling array of weird and exotic alien creatures and monsters sight is at the long metallic bar. The sight is

horrifying. One-eyed, thousand-eyed, scaly, tentacled, and clawed creatures huddle over to an empty spot at the bar near a group of repulsive, but human, scum. A huge, rough-looking bartender stops me, Luke, and the robots.

"We don't serve their kind here."

Luke and I are still recovering from the shock of seeing so many outlandish creatures. So he doesn't catch the bartenders drift, and I'm too chocked to say anything.

"What?"

"Your droids. They'll have to wait outside. We don't want them here."

Luke and I look at old lla and Ben, who are busy talking to one of the Galactic pirates. I notice several of the gruesome creatures along the bar are giving us very unfriendly glares, Luke pats Threepio on the shoulder.