Hot. Well, that was to be expected. Every day on Tatooine was hot, due to it’s twin suns. This particular day however, was much hotter than the rest of them, and there really wasn’t much reason why.
The weather on the planet had been odd lately, there had been fewer sandstorms, and more bolstering heat than any could remember. The only people who had the means to obtain the knowledge as to why it was so damned hot didn’t really care, seeing as all the hutt weren’t affected by the heat.
However, this was certainly not the case of the rest of the planet. One man inparticular.
Albelt lie in the middle of the eastern dune sea. His scarlet cloak was covered this the obvious signs of a recent battle. His Echani Longsword was in his left hand, and the corpses of at least 9 tuskan raiders lay strewn about his body. He was dangerously close to a loss of conciousness, as he was feeling the fatigue of battling under the twin suns. He was not used to such weather, and it was showing.
“ Stupid Pride… If I had simply used a blaster and been done with them none of this would have happened. I swear…. My own blade will be the end of me one day.”
He had to talk to himself, the only way he felt he would be able to stay awake. Desperaetly the man hoped for some sort of rescue. He didn’t care who it was, he would be friendly to them if they would remove him from this bloody wasteland of a desert. Or at least offer him a drink.
The weather on the planet had been odd lately, there had been fewer sandstorms, and more bolstering heat than any could remember. The only people who had the means to obtain the knowledge as to why it was so damned hot didn’t really care, seeing as all the hutt weren’t affected by the heat.
However, this was certainly not the case of the rest of the planet. One man inparticular.
Albelt lie in the middle of the eastern dune sea. His scarlet cloak was covered this the obvious signs of a recent battle. His Echani Longsword was in his left hand, and the corpses of at least 9 tuskan raiders lay strewn about his body. He was dangerously close to a loss of conciousness, as he was feeling the fatigue of battling under the twin suns. He was not used to such weather, and it was showing.
“ Stupid Pride… If I had simply used a blaster and been done with them none of this would have happened. I swear…. My own blade will be the end of me one day.”
He had to talk to himself, the only way he felt he would be able to stay awake. Desperaetly the man hoped for some sort of rescue. He didn’t care who it was, he would be friendly to them if they would remove him from this bloody wasteland of a desert. Or at least offer him a drink.
