Ben Kenobi

Mos Eisley

The landspeeder comes to a stop on a cliff overlooking the city of Mos Eisley below. It is bustling with activity.

"You've been here before?" Cam asks, awestruck at the size of the spaceport.

"Unfortunately. I hope this is the last time."

"How are we going to find this Tarkuno in somewhere so big?"

Ben smiles. "I know a few places to ask."

Soon after, Ben and Cam enter the Mos Eisley cantina. The cantina is dimly lit, with a thick layer of smoke hanging in the air. The walls are lined with different species, all huddled together in a chaotic mix of colors and alien languages. The cantina is much larger than the one in Anchorhead. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and various types of alien food. The combination is overwhelming, and Cam can't help but wrinkle her nose at the strong, pungent odor.

"Watch yourself," Ben says. "Let me do the talking."

"You sound like my brother," Cam says mockingly.

"He sounds like a sensible young man."

Cam scowls at him. "He really isn't."

They approach the bar. The surly CANTINA OWNER stares at them. "Whaddaya want?"

Ben holds up two fingers. "Two of your finest refreshments."

The Owner steps away and returns with two drinks. Ben throws some coins on the counter and takes a sip.

"One more thing."

"What?" the Owner growls.

"We're looking for someone called Tarkuno. Would you happen to know him?"

The owner eyes him suspiciously. "Why you wanna see him?"

"We hear he's a charming individual."

"Don't know him." The owner turns away. Ben sighs.

"That's it?" Cam says. "Don't you have like special powers to make him tell us what we want to know?"

"I don't do that anymore. Let's try somewhere else."

They leave their drinks and exit.

Outside, Ben surveys the menagerie going back and forth outside.

"What are you looking for?" Cam asks impatiently.

"A shady character looking to make some credits."

He sees an alien with a long nose go by. He confers with him inaudibly as Cam watches. Ben passes the alien some credits. The alien points to a building then hurries away.

"Well?" Cam asks.

"Our quarry is just over here."

Cam looks at the building. It looks abandoned, with one wall caved in. "You're sure?"

"Trust me."

They approach the building. Ben examines the decaying outside. All is quiet.

"Is it safe to go in?" Cam asks.

"Let's find out."

He approaches the ajar door. It won't slide open automatically so he has to prize it open with his fingers. Cam helps him force it open. They enter the darkness beyond.

The interior of the dilapidated building is shrouded in darkness, barely visible through the thick layers of dust and debris. Broken furniture lies in pieces on the floor, its sharp edges crunching underfoot with each step. The musty scent of neglect permeates the air, making it difficult to breathe. Every surface is coated in a thick layer of grime, and the dim light filtering through the boarded-up windows only adds to the eerie atmosphere. It's as if time has stood still in this forgotten place, frozen in a state of decay.