Word Count: 1,593 words.
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Tatooine was the last place that I ever wanted to return to. Of course, I had been there hundreds of times, it was impossible to avoid the trade centre as a smuggler and bounty hunter, but it had been years since I had enjoyed the planet.
The last time I could remember wanting to be on the sand planet was the day that Han and I had first met Luke Skywalker. We had started that day in the Cantana, drinking away whatever sorrow was affecting us at that time. I couldn't recall what we were smuggling.
"I'm going to hand in some of these credits," I had told my brother. "We might be able to scrap some parts for the Falcon."
"Excuse me," Han had replied, offending. He knocked back whatever drink he had ordered. "She doesn't need scraps. My baby only has the highest quality parts."
"Tell that to the scrap metal I've been putting into her for years," I countered, taking his glass as the bartender refilled it. Eyes glazing over the room, I took note of the newcomers then. "Greedo just walked in. Do you want to deal with him or should I?"
Han cast a glance over his shoulder. "I'll deal with him, you go talk to the weird kid that's been staring at us for ten minutes."
Concerned, I turned my gaze to where he gestured, spotting a blonde man. He was native to Tatooine, I could tell that. It was clear from his clothes and the smooth nature of his skin despite the calluses on the pads of his fingers.
"Moisture farmer," Han told me, pointing deftly to the stains on his clothes.
"What's a moisture farmer doing in town?" I posed then.
"And with the hermit no less."
"The hermit?" I had never heard of such a man.
"A local cretin that hangs around the borders. Some say he's decades older than he looks, others that he's just a man running from something. Regardless, its an odd pairing, don't you think?" Han explained.
"Do you know his name?" I asked then, spotting the man that my brother spoke of.
"Old Ben I think." He took a sip of his drink.
My expression fell as it landed on the man, noticing a familiarity in his face. He was a Force user, that was clear to me from the badly hidden lightsaber under his robes, the robes that I felt I had seen before.
"Know him?" Han posed.
I turned quickly. "What?"
"You look like you know him. Is he someone from your past?"
Hesitating, I took a deep breath. I cast the old man a final look. "I don't know." Standing then, I took Han's drink again before slamming it against the bar. "Now I'm going to trade in these credits and start working on the ship, you," – I poked my finger against his chest – "are going to deal with Greedo."
He groaned. "Must I?"
"You must."
I hit the back of his head harshly before grabbing the credits from my pocket and hurrying towards the nearest trader. The beskar coin fell from my hand as I did this, and I rushed to pick it up.
A shoe caught the edge of the metal before I could touch the coin. Looking up, I found the old man that Han had pointed out moments ago. He watched me with parted lips, eyes softened.
"Thank you," I muttered, taking the beskar and rubbing it gently.
He nodded, and again I took note of the weapon on his waist. "Are you a Jedi?" I posed.
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