"I want to be able to protect myself," Amir said, thinking of the Inquisitor. "Is that all?" Obi-Wan asked again. Amir could have offered th
"I want to be able to protect myself," Amir said, thinking of the Inquisitor.
"Is that all?" Obi-Wan asked again.
Amir could have offered the kind of noble, Light Side-aligned answer one might expect—to protect others, to seek knowledge. But instead, he chose honesty. "I also want to stop things I don't want to happen. To protect the things I care about."
"Ah, that answer reminds me of an old friend," Obi-Wan said, rising to his feet. "A very old friend."
"I'm not the best teacher, but I can sense that you could be an excellent student." Obi-Wan stroked his beard. "What's your name?"
"Amir."
"Very well, Amir. I will show you what I know—everything about the Light Side of the Force." He paused, gaze steady. "You've encountered the Dark Side already, haven't you? Never underestimate it. But don't fear it, either."
Amir smiled. The nervousness in his chest finally began to ease.
"So... should I call you Master?"
"Ben. Kenobi. Whatever you prefer. Now, show me what you can do."
"Are you sure it's here, Chewbacca?" Lango asked, staring at the wall before them.
"Rrrawgh!!"
Lango tried to interpret the Wookiee's growl. He'd been teaching himself Shyriiwook—communicating with his furry partner had been too difficult otherwise.
"You said the map shows something here?" He took the holomap.
The lines twisted and snaked across the display. Finally, he located their position.
"Yeah... two years ago, this map showed a small path leading inward. But now it's just a wall?" He touched the surface.
Bit by bit, he swept his hand across until—click.
A recessed panel moved inward.
"Rrraawwgh!!"
Nearby, part of the wall slid open, revealing a tunnel leading underground.
"Looks like this is it."
Lango ignited a glow rod and ducked into the passage.
Dark. Wide enough to move cargo containers, but no light fixtures.
"Hear anything?" he asked, his skin slowly darkening to better blend into the gloom.
"Rrugh..."
"Keep going."
The only sound was their footsteps, echoing through the narrow corridor.
Then—a sound ahead. Faint. Raspy. Weak.
Lango glanced at Chewbacca, who gave a silent nod.
"Let's move. I spent a whole day tracking this place through port records. We're not turning back now."
Deeper into the dark—until Lango suddenly froze. Footsteps. Three of them.
Meanwhile, Veronica had boarded a rebel cruiser. Ahsoka led her to a private room.
"This will be your room from now on. Let me know if you need anything—I'm just across the hall," Ahsoka said.
Veronica looked around: a single bed, a small desk, a locker. It was humble, but promising. A new life.
Still... she missed the Traveler's plush bed. Amir better be enjoying it.
She left her bags and wandered to the command deck. Ahsoka was there, gazing at a star map on a holoprojector.
"What are you looking for?" Veronica asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just browsing," Ahsoka smiled. "You remember the holorecorder Amir brought back, right?"
"Of course. We stole it together."
"It's got all kinds of data. Old Republic facilities, abandoned factories, ancient temples... even a Mandalorian outpost."
"I thought we'd never find anything like that, but somehow, we did."
"Right now, it's just a few of us. No real organization yet. But one day, when our crew outgrows this ship, that recorder will help us find a hidden base."
She was scrolling through the recorder's contents.
"Why do you fight the Empire?" Veronica asked suddenly, watching the older woman.
"Why?" Ahsoka thought for a moment. "I used to have reasons. Revenge, justice... but now? I just want to save people. The ones crushed under the Empire's boot."
"And you?"
"Me?" Veronica paused. Her deepest memory surged up like a wave, then twisted into a spiraling vortex.
"I don't know," she admitted.
Ahsoka smiled softly. "You will."
"I hope so."
In a bar, Kayn sat at the counter, eavesdropping. He could understand a dozen alien languages—a gift of a top-tier education.
Wearing a cowboy-style hat and scruffy beard, he looked nothing like a rookie.
"Hey, new here?" A Trandoshan slid onto the stool next to him, yellow eyes narrowing.
Kayn didn't answer.
"Bounty hunting's rough. People disappear all the time. Especially loners. They just... vanish."
Kayn shot him a look. "What do you want?"
"Heh. You've probably heard of my boss." He leaned in and whispered a name.
"Wow," Kayn said flatly, sipping his drink.
The Trandoshan waited. Nothing.
Yeah... this kid wasn't easy to bait.
"There's a big job. Good payout. We're short on hands, or we wouldn't be asking a rookie."
"What kind of job?" Kayn asked. He was broke. He needed work. Dismantling an Imperial ship for scrap wasn't exactly viable.
"Come with me," the Trandoshan said, standing up.
On a dune, Amir sat cross-legged. A boulder the size of a man floated beside him.
"Why not train on that platform?" he asked.
"Why would I?" Obi-Wan replied.
"Isn't it... the high ground?"
"???"
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