The desert planet Tatooine was a desolate place indeed. In all his travels through the Outer Rim, Rowan had never encountered such an empty world. The sandblasted rock and the windswept dunes melded together in an endless expanse of brown. The twin suns, circling high before, gave the sand a blinding luster.
Rowan wore the tough hide clothing favored by many the locals, covered by a pale brown cloak. Why the Force had brought him to this place, he did not know, but his visions had been clear that this desert held something of great importance. Still, as he walked the sun-parched ground, he could not shake the sense of foreboding that had settled over him since first setting foot on Tatooine. In the distance, the cry of a Tusken Raider echoed. Rowan's hand strayed towards his lightsaber hilt, hanging from the sash of his robe. He stayed his hand, knowing full well that the Raider was miles away. Instead, he opened himself to the Force, letting it flow through his mind, letting it be his eyes and ears.
Suddenly, Rowan realized he was not alone. “Who's there?” He called out, his voice muffled by the violence of the wind.
Rowan wore the tough hide clothing favored by many the locals, covered by a pale brown cloak. Why the Force had brought him to this place, he did not know, but his visions had been clear that this desert held something of great importance. Still, as he walked the sun-parched ground, he could not shake the sense of foreboding that had settled over him since first setting foot on Tatooine. In the distance, the cry of a Tusken Raider echoed. Rowan's hand strayed towards his lightsaber hilt, hanging from the sash of his robe. He stayed his hand, knowing full well that the Raider was miles away. Instead, he opened himself to the Force, letting it flow through his mind, letting it be his eyes and ears.
Suddenly, Rowan realized he was not alone. “Who's there?” He called out, his voice muffled by the violence of the wind.