Hearts of Rebels | Star Wars Fanfiction

Chapter V

The group of misfits had stopped the speeder on a craggy bluff overlooking the spaceport of Mos Eisley. It was filled with semi-domed structures, hundreds of market stalls and a crashed starship half in, half out of the desert crowned the centre of the spaceport. It was never removed by the inhabitants of Mos Eisley, since they couldn't care less.

Luke walked to the edge of the bluff, adjusting his binoculars, looking for Imperials.

"Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious," Ben warned Luke, the young man nodded with a determined look.

The two returned to the speeder where Rhea was doing a quick repair to its engine. She closed the compartment standing up as she wiped a bit of rust off her hands and onto her pant legs, leaving a faint red smudge.

Only now did Luke notice the many small burn marks and oil stains on her clothing. She walked up to him, still dusting her hands off, pulling her mechanic goggles atop her head.

"Should run a bit smoother now," She huffed, taking a long look at the spaceport. He nodded in response.

"Thanks"

"I suppose once we get down there, I ought to go find my own pilot," She said with a humorous smile, though she was serious.

"You're welcome to stay with us and come to Alderaan as well. After all, you did see the message. I'm sure we could use the extra help," Ben proposed. But Rhea shook her head, declining.

"I'd love to take the offer, but I've promised to meet a friend on a completely different planet,"

Ben paused in his stride as he passed Rhea, she could have sworn she heard him inside her head. He resumed getting into the speeder before speaking again.

"Oh, nonsense. I'm sure it's not that far from Alderaan, we'll find you a more suitable ship once we've safely delivered this droid,"

Rhea looked at him with a sudden suspicion that he knew where she was going, she went to protest but thought better of it. Rhea was still sceptical on this old man's tales of 'The Force'. Yet there was definitely something strange and mystical about him, as though some force did surround him. She shook the thoughts out of her head and joined them in the speeder.

Luke drove them through the streets until two stormtroopers, their armour battle-worn, stopped them.

"How long have you had these droids?" The Stormtrooper on Luke's side of the speeder questioned.

"About three or four seasons," Luke replied coolly.

"They're for sale if you want them," Ben added. The Stormtrooper on Bens side of the speeder stared at the droids before turning to Luke.

"Let me see your identification,"

Luke nodded and nervously fumbled around with bits and bobs in the speeders compartments, desperately trying to find his identification.

"You don't need to see his identification" Ben declared, with a controlled and oddly calm voice to the Stormtrooper. He made a small motion with his hand partially hidden by his cloak. The Stormtrooper then relaxed his shoulders and looked dead ahead, imitating Ben's tone.