Obi-Wan walks past several glass cubicles where work is going on. He comes to an empty one and sits down in front of a console. An SP-4 Analysis droid comes to life. A tray slides out of the console.
SP-4: Place the subject for analysis on the sensor tray, please.
Obi-Wan puts the dart onto the tray, which retracts into the console. The droid activates the system, and a screen lights up in front of Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan: It's a toxic dart. I need to know where it came from and who made it.
Anakin: Why are we doing this again?
Obi-Wan: Because, Anakin, if we figure out where this is from, maybe we can find where the bounty hunter is.
Anakin processes the thought and accepts the idea.
SP-4: One moment, please.
Diagrams and data appear on the screen, scrolling past at great speed. The two watch as the screen goes blank. The tray slides out.
SP-4: Markings cannot be identified. As you can see on your screen, the subject weapon does not exist in any known culture. Probably self-made by a warrior not associated with any known society. Stand away from the sensor tray please.
Anakin: That's unfortunate.
Obi-Wan: Quiet. I thought I was free of your brother for a while, I don't need you doing it too.
Anakin puts his hands up in wordless defense.
Obi-Wan (to the droid): Excuse me? Could you try again please?
SP-4: Master Jedi, our records are very thorough. They cover eighty percent of the galaxy. If I can't tell you where it came from, nobody can.
Obi-Wan picks up the dart and looks at it, then looks at the droid.
Obi-Wan: Thanks for your assistance! I know who can identify this.
Anakin: And who might that be?
Obi-Wan: An old friend.
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Obi-Wan and Anakin walk down the street. It is a pretty tough part of town. Old buildings, warehouses, beat up speeders and transporter rigs thundering past. Above, the old elevated monospeed with occasional "shiny freighters" hissing through.
Obi-Wan comes to a kind of alien diner. On the steamed-up windows it says "Dex's Diner" in alien lettering.
Anakin: This place seems sketchy.
Obi-Wan: Exactly. This is the place.
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A Waitress droid is carrying plates of half-eaten food. There is a counter with stools and a line of booths along the wall by the window. A number of customers are eating. Tough looking workers, Freighter drivers, and so on. The Waitress droid looks up as the Jedi come in.
Waitress droid: Can I help ya?
Obi-Wan: We're looking for Dexter.
The Waitress droid approaches Obi-Wan.
Waitress droid: Waddya want him for?
Anakin: Don't worry. He's not in trouble. It's personal.
There is a brief pause. Then the droid goes to the open serving hatch behind the counter.
Waitress droid: Someone to see ya, honey. A couple of Jedi, by the looks of em.
Steam billows out from the kitchen hatch behind the counter as a huge head pokes through.
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The Forgotten Hero: A Star Wars Story
FanfictionA young man on tattooine meets a couple of unexpected people, and embarks upon the journey of a lifetime [I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS ALL RIGHTS BESIDES MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER BELONG TO LUCASFILMS AND DISNEY]