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"An Engineer in Mos Eisley recently overhead a group of smugglers talking about creating counterfeit weapons in a local bar and had his R5 droid record the conversation. Unfortunately, he was ambushed and the droid was stolen before the mercenaries fled into the Jundland Wastes. We need to get a hold of that droid before they can wipe it’s memory.
You are to locate the Mercenaries, retrieve the droid, and return to the Temple.”
“This should be quick, kid. But it'll give you a chance to pick up some negotiating skills. It sounds like it could get nasty though, so I'll be going with you. You'll find some of the galaxy's worst lowlife on Tatooine - the wastes will be no better. I’ll be at Bay 3E, I’ll fly us there."
You are to locate the Mercenaries, retrieve the droid, and return to the Temple.”
“This should be quick, kid. But it'll give you a chance to pick up some negotiating skills. It sounds like it could get nasty though, so I'll be going with you. You'll find some of the galaxy's worst lowlife on Tatooine - the wastes will be no better. I’ll be at Bay 3E, I’ll fly us there."
Eileen didn’t particularly like scorching suns, or deserts. She’d read that in times past, her species’ planet was likely quite similar, before it’s destruction. But having grown up in the frigid climate of Rhen Var, it was a far stretch from her usual environment. Luckily, her body had begun to adapt to the changes, and her Jedi robes - which she made no attempts to hide - where loose enough to allow her breathing room.
She’d been waiting at the base of the canyon, looking forward through the rocky wastes. It had been the sites of battles past, she knew that much - and the Sand People had only increased their presence here as a result. It was a smart move for the mercenaries to have pulled. If they were heavily armed, they could have gotten through the Tuskens easily, or bartered their way across with goods or food. Eileen thumbed her blaster, but decided against it, gently pulling the cylindrical durasteel of her saber out of its wrist holster.
Turning to the Padawan, Eileen gently smiled. She was young, she was learning, and she was also the only other person interested in this assignment. From what the Vahla has read, Connie was similar to herself in many respects. This was a time for her fellow Jedi to prove her skills, and if they worked in harmony and the Force willed it, perhaps Eileen could impart some knowledge as well.
“Hey, Kid. If I didn’t tell you yet, just call me Eileen. We should get moving - the darker this place gets, the more Tuskens we are going to run into. If we can avoid a fight, we will, but keep an eye out, eh?”
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