Raider
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*Tatooine. Not exactly a world he was fond of, if only because the robes he wore did not help against the punishing heat of two suns. Somewhere on this Force-forshaken planet that the end of the galaxy a terrorist cell was carrying out attacks against the Sith Empire. Why they chose Tatooine was beyond him, as if the Sith would have anything of importance out this far.*
*He waited for his master in the local cantina; seated at the bar, a glass of water held lightly in his hand. Eyes slowly taking in the few farmers who were in the place.*
*He waited for his master in the local cantina; seated at the bar, a glass of water held lightly in his hand. Eyes slowly taking in the few farmers who were in the place.*