Author's Note: Words in [ ] are spoken in an alien language.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
More than five centuries before Anakin Skywalker undertook what would become the road to domination
by the Dark Side of the Force, before his son Luke would begin the journey to his destiny as the
first of a new breed of Jedi Knights, the Skywalker lineage was favored by the Force. This is the
story of an offshoot of that mighty line, a young and virtuous woman named Willa Sunrose, who would
pursue her own special destiny. Trained to become a Jedi Knight under the tutelage of the learned
Mon Calamarian Jedi Gy'les, she would embark upon her own quest, to defend the Old Republic against
the unimaginable evil of the Sith. And in doing so, she would encounter one in whom the Force was
equally strong. One who counterpointed her every weakness and complimented her every strength.
One who would prove her true soulmate...
Episode 1 - A Jedi craves not these Things A Jedi craves not these Things
"Long you have labored, Willa Sunrose," the elder gnome-like being intoned to the hooded young
woman as she kneeled before the Jedi Council gathered in their chamber on Coruscant. The entity
holding a willow wand over her head smiled as he completed the ritual. His eyes gleamed with
wisdom, his posture spoke of humility, his voice cracked with unshakable authority. "No more
training do you require; know you all that you need to know. Worthy you have proven yourself.
Rise now, Willa Sunrose. From this day forward, a Jedi Knight you are."
The young Jedi lifted the hood from her head, revealing the closely cropped, flaming red tresses
from which she derived her name. "I thank you, Master Yoda," she bowed in supplication, "and hope
to prove myself equal to the task set before me."
Yoda smiled upon the young woman. "No doubt you shall, child. May the Force be with you." The
eldest and most revered member of the Jedi Council hobbled back to his seat, as Gy'les, the Mon
Calamarian Jedi who had served as Willa's mentor, smiled at her.
"You have honored me, my Paduwan," he declared stiffly, yet his huge yellow eyes glimmered with emotion.
"I am the one who is honored," Willa replied to her mentor. "You have taught me well, Master Gy'les."
"And you have taken your lessons to heart, young Willa." He took her small hands in his claw-like
ones, and nodded serenely toward his charge. Willa smiled, happy at the trust that her mentor had
shown in her.
"Now, then," Master Yoda continued, "New business, we must attend to. Mistress Windu's reports
of the outer rim, disturb me badly they do. Much evidence of Dark Side interference." He
motioned for the regal looking dark skinned woman sitting next to him to continue her report.
"Indeed," Talas Windu announced, "One of the planets of the Outer Rim, Suun'dyl, has sent us
several dire messages. Evidentially, an artificial worm-hole has opened within the planet's
orbit, and there are reports of many terrible creatures walking the planet at night since the
"And is it the general consensus that the worm-hole is directly linked to these visitations?" Gy'les asked.
"That seems to be what the populace of Suun'dyl thinks. They have taken to calling the worm-hole
'the Mouth of Darkness'. And several Jedi who have passed the system have reported sensing a high
degree of Dark Side activity."
"Could this be a plot of the Sith?" asked another Council member.
"It is possible. In any event, it bears looking into."
"I would recommend a small scouting party," Gy'les suggested. "Two Jedi, to ascertain the level of threat."
Yoda nodded, "Agreed, Jedi Gy'les. "Do you volunteer?"
"I do, Master Yoda."
"I would accompany my mentor, if he would have me," Willa suddenly spoke. Gy'les nodded his
massive fish-like head toward his pupil, silently indicating that he would welcome her assistance.
Yoda smiled at the newly-named Jedi. "So eager are you, young one?"
"Only eager to serve, as a true Jedi," Willa answered.
"Then it will be so," Yoda answered. "Jedi Gy'les and Jedi Sunrose, go you will to Suun'dyl."
The meeting soon adjourned, and the separate members of the Jedi Council left to attend to their
own affairs. Gy'les approached his young charge and asked, "Are you certain that you are up to
the potential challenge? There could be a great deal of risk involved in traveling into the
frontier planets of the Outer Rim."
"Master Gy'les," Willa answered serenely, "There is risk in waking up every morning. If I as a
Jedi were to flinch from every danger, or every setback, then what is my purpose in joining the
Jedi Knights in the first place?"
"I am only concerned for your own welfare, child," the usually gruff Mon Calamarian observed.
"Your parents have charged me with the responsibility to see to your welfare. I don't take that
"Hey, you guard my back," Willa said, patting the light sabre handle that hung from her coarse
cord belt, "and I'll guard yours."
"Very well," Gy'les agreed. "We had better be on our way. We must first make sure that the
Vigilance is fully stocked and ready for flight. We leave for Suun'dyl tonight."
The Mon Calamarians have always taken pride in their starship construction. They regard their
ships as works of art, as much as vessels of transport. The Vigilance is one such vehicle.
Its trademark rounded exterior surfaces mark it as Mon Cal design, as opposed to the jutting angles
and flat surfaces preferred by so many other spacefaring species. The Vigilance is a durable
ship, and has served as Gy'les personal transport for many years with distinction.
Willa Sunrose finished taking inventory of the ship's supplies. A full compliment of foodstuffs,
full fuel tanks, adequate drinking water, two speeder bikes, additional supplies, first aid equipment,
spare components should the Vigilance need repairs, all neatly put away in their place.
She smiled as she noticed that Gy'les had remembered the speeder bikes. She always harbored a
secret passion for fast land vehicles. As a teen-ager, she had tinkered extensively with her
old landspeeder, shaping that archaic fossil of a vehicle into a distance-eating machine. She
had even surprised her friends by successfully charting the infamous Beggar's Canyon on Tatooine,
the world where she had lived before being sought by Gy'les, to become a Jedi.
As much as Yoda had chided her over the years about her reckless nature, it was still very much
a part of her. "Adventure, excitement," Yoda would say. "Pah! A Jedi craves not these things!"
But it wasn't about mere thrillseeking, or at least that's how Willa saw it. It was about
pushing herself, bettering herself, exceeding her limits in body, mind and spirit. She had
done that much by learning about the Force, by applying these teachings to her daily life.
Becoming a Jedi was the most important thing that ever happened to her. It gave her soul,
voice and function. It became a way of life that she would gladly dedicate herself.
So why did she feel as though there was something missing? Some vital component to her being,
some missing piece. Something was not there. And ever since she discovered her sensitivity to
the Force, she had been keenly aware of that loss.
She put down the inventory list, knowing that it was complete, and chose to meditate on her
sense of loss. Rather than let that loss control her, she sought to control it. She sat in
a lotus position, relaxed herself completely, and attuned her mind to the Force.
After several seconds of peaceful meditation, the sudden visions hit her like a tidal wave.
She fell backward, physically stunned by the sudden clarity of her visions. She shook herself
out of the meditative trance, and stood up. As she collected her thoughts, she heard a hatch open.
"Willa?" Gy'les asked as he rushed in, concern coloring his gruff voice. "I felt a disturbance
in the Force, that seemed to be concentrated on you. Are you well, child?"
"I'm fine, Master Gy'les," Willa answered shakily. "Nothing to be alarmed about, I just had a
vision of the future. A rather vague one, but..."
"When did it happen?"
"Well," Willa began, recalling the chain of events. "I had finished inventorying the supplies,
but I felt an uneasiness. I couldn't quite define it, so I chose to meditate on it. As I was
in my meditation trance, I saw the vision."
"What did you see, Willa?"
"A person," she remembered. "A woman. My age, more or less. Yellow hair. Blue-hazel eyes.
Thin, pretty, with a great confidence about her. That's all I remember. But I feel as though
she is important to me. That she is someone that I need to know, that I need to trust. And I
know somehow that our paths will cross. Soon."
"It is good to trust your feelings in this matter," Gy'les counseled his charge. "The Force
has sent you this vision, and clearly it will send this person to you. Trust the Force, child."
"I do, Master," Willa answered, smiling warmly. "The Force sent me here, didn't it?"
"Indeed," Gy'les laughed lightly. "Now, let's get underway. We have a mission ahead of us."
The two Jedi prepared to embark on their assignment to Suun'dyl.
"Xander?" The grubby woman shouted from the repair hatch of her Correllian freighter. "Get
your tin butt over here!"
"Right away, Buf," XNDR-12, an old but still serviceable explorer droid, responded with its
usual laid-back charm, its tank-like treads conveying him to his mistress. The XNDR series
was designed to aid surveyors, explorers and pioneers to uncharted worlds. As such, it
combined the best features of an astromech, a repair droid and a pack mule, and the linguistic
capabilities of a protocol droid. A dull silver plated chassis, propelled by tank treads, with
a human-like torso jutting out of the top, with two arms and one head, that carried an AA-1
The previous owner of XNDR-12 had programmed it with a more relaxed personality than most
protocol droids, so Xander, as Buf Somars called him, had a tendency to crack jokes and
behave in a casual manner. At times Buf had wanted to give Xander a memory wipe, but at
heart, she found that she rather liked having his company on long trips.
This trip was longer than most. She had picked up readings of an undiscovered planet near
the Outer Rim, one that could support colonization. Her employers would pay her handsomely
to chart this world, so that a new group of colonists would have a new home. However, her
ship, the Slayer, had to choose that particular moment to blow a fuel line. She had to land
on the nearest planet to effect repairs, and it would have to be Tatooine. Not only one of
the less hospitable planets in the galaxy, but the home of the Hutt Cartel. Three times since
landing on Tatooine, she had been forced to work for a particularly unsavory Hutt named Snydaa,
in order to afford parts to repair the Slayer. Those parts proved to be defective, and she
found herself owing Snydaa more than she could afford. She tried to break this vicious cycle
by avoiding any Hutt, but Snydaa had been more than just a little persistent.
And about this time, her dreams started. Dreams of a young red-haired woman, whom she had
never met. There was a serenity that colored her features, and a sweetness in her smile that
made Buf's heart beat faster. When she caught sight of those deep green eyes, Buf thought
that she could fall into them, and never emerge. Great, she thought angrily, I'm falling in
love with a dream!
But this dream lover, she beat any of the real lovers she had known over the years. Mostly
one-night stands, no meaningful relationships. Buf's job as a surveyor wouldn't leave her
time for anything more lasting. But this red head. There was something about her. Some force,
some destiny, was trying to pull them together. She knew it. But she couldn't understand it.
"Uh, Buf," Xander's tin-like voice interrupted her reverie. "We've got company."
"Let me guess," Buf poked her blonde head out of the repair hatch. "The esteemed Snydaa the Hutt?"
"The one and, thank the Maker, only," Xander quipped. "Shall I translate for you?"
"No, you'd only edit what I have to say. Besides, I've been on this dustball enough to
pick up some Huttese. I'll handle Grease-ball." She stepped out of the hatch, brushed
off her coveralls, and approached the fat slug.
[Buf Somars] the Hutt greeted her with mock civility.
[Your Ugliness] Buf answered, not even trying to be civil.
[I thought that you would like some employment while you're visiting my fair nation. I've
taken the liberty of passing your name to some associates of mine--]
[Snydaa,] Buf cut him off. [Listen to me good, because I'm not going to repeat myself; tell
your associates that I don't work for them, and will never work for you or anyone with whom
The Hutt slithered slowly toward Buf, who didn't flinch, even though the stink coming from
his body could curdle milk at ten meters. [I'm sorry, Buf, but it doesn't work that way.
You are only allowed on this world at my sufferance. So long as you stay on Tatooine, you
work for me.]
[Fine,] Buf smiled. [As soon as I have my ship repaired, I'll be off our planet, and out
of your employment. And if you send your goons to sabotage my ship again, I'll send them
back, one piece at a time.]
Snydaa hissed, then laughed. [Do you think that I would condone sabotage against your
vessel? You wound me, child.]
With lightning speed, Buf drew her blaster, and pointed it directly at Snydaa. [Wound you?
What a wonderful idea! Get away from my ship and out of my sight, slug boy!]
The Hutt backed off, his eyes narrowed in anger. [You've made a mistake, Correllian.
The last one you'll ever make!]
[Yeah, yeah, I'm so shaking.] Buf answered as the Hutt slithered off.
After Snydaa had gone, Xander commented to his mistress, "He'll be back, Buf. And I don't
know if we'll be able to repair the vessel in time."
"Yeah, I know," Buf answered, holstering her blaster. "But I'd rather be sent to the spice
mines of Kessel than ever work for that slug again. C'mon, Xander. We're going to Mos
Eisley. Maybe someone knows a way I can get off this hellhole." The two longtime companions
left for the city of Mos Eisley.
Episode 2 - A wretched hive of Scum and Villainy A wretched hive of Scum and Villainy
Mos Eisley. One of the most disreputable places in the galaxy. If you need to locate a bounty
hunter, obtain some information, or fulfill your desire to have your throat slit from ear to ear,
this is the place. A dry flat city, in the middle of the dry flat planet of Tatooine, Mos Eisley
is home to the derelicts, the drifters, the con artists, the fugitives and the disinherited of a
thousand planets. And into this city, which a great man would many centuries later call "a wretched
hive of scum and villainy" came the Corellian explorer Buf Somars and her droid companion XNDR-12.
"Stay frosty, Xander," Buf warned. "There are thieves and killers everywhere."
Xander looked around him, and observed, "Interesting choice of words, Buf. I don't think the
native language has a word for frost."
"Funny, Xander," Buf griped. She scoped out some of the squat buildings around her, her eyes
resting on a sign that read "Whistler's". She had met this Whistler before, a devil-headed
Labrian who had offered her employment, free from the Hutts. She kept her eyes on his hands
as they spoke, to make sure he didn't reach for a weapon or pick her pockets, but she was inclined
to trust him more than she trusted the Hutt Consortium. "Looks like we'll have to take him up on
his offer," she admitted.
"As long as it doesn't involve the Hutts," Xander conceded. The two figures walked into the
bar, and found their nostrils assailed by strong odors; drinks being brewed, she thought at
first, but later decided that Whistler simply didn't maintain regular hours to clean his
establishment. Not that he ever seemed to have any customers to object anyway.
The fat Labrian raised his eyes from his task of wiping a glass with a dirty rag. [Buf!] he
stepped out from behind the bar, embraced her hard, and generally greeted her like a long-lost,
and suddenly wealthy, brother. [And you brought the tin toy with you!] he exulted, much to the
droid's dismay. [He can entertain my clientle.]
[What clientle?] Buf asked, disengaging herself from the conman's grasp. [From the looks of
it, this place hasn't seen a turnover in business since the last time it rained here!]
[You've only caught me during my slack period,] Whistler explained hastily.
[Which started, as I recall,] Xander ribbed the fat fool, [just after you bought the place from the Hutts.]
[I don't think I like your attitude, friend,] Whistler flustered. [So you just go and get
yourself dismantled like a good droid.]
[C'mon, Xander,] Buf growled, aiming her contempt at Whistler. [We don't need anything from
him, not that he has anything to give.] Whistler stood, surprised as she and the droid left
together. He sat alone in his bar, knowing that she was probably the only person who would
set foot in his place all week.
"Good call, Buf," Xander affirmed. "Besides, I need to get out of here to clear the air."
"You're a droid," Buf said as they left the seedy establishment. "You don't breath."
"No," Xander answered, "but I do have olfactory sensors, and they were saying, 'get out now,
or I won't be with you tomorrow'!"
Buf laughed at the thought, but soon found her attention drawn by another event. Trandoshan
traders, large, long-limbed reptiles, had just started an auction, selling their wares. They
were slavers, and their 'cargo' were captured Wookiees.
One large and angry slave was being dragged to the auction block, as the Trandoshan hissed out
the beast's virtues. Buf raged as she saw this unconscionable act. She had been offered large
sums of money to aid the Hutts in transporting slaves from other worlds to the Hutt Throneworld,
but refused adamantly. She couldn't stand the sight of an intelligent being in chains. And that
sight was greeting her at this very minute.
"Stay here, Xander," she ordered her droid. "After dealing with Fat-boy, I feel like kicking
some butt." She quietly stole away toward the auction block, losing herself in the crowd.
The auctioneer was shouting out for bids, and some of the crowd were offering increasing numbers
of credits for the Wookiee.
"Seventy-five!" someone shouted. "Eighty!" someone else added. "Eighty-five!" "Ninety!"
"One hundred and fifty," Buf added quietly.
"The bid is one hundred and fifty," the Trandoshan announced. "Who'll say one-sixty?"
"One-sixty!" someone behind Buf said.
"Two hundred," Buf said calmly. The Bothan who had bid against her glared at her, her fur
rippling his displeasure. Buf just smiled. No other bidders were forthcoming, and the
auctioneer slammed his gavel down, announcing that Buf Somars had bought herself a Wookiee.
Buf approached the podium, to claim her prize. The Trandoshan hissed happily at her; [Just
pay the two hundred credits, and he's all yours.]
[Oh dear,] she said, acting innocent, [I don't seem to have my credits with me. Perhaps you'll
accept a knee to the groin, and a blaster in the kisser.] She proceeded to deliver just that,
and as the angry reptile-man struggled to get up, she cuffed him again with the side of her
blaster. [This auction's over, Lizard Boy. I'm taking the Wookiee with me, and if you try
anything with me, I'll blast you into the next system. Do we have an understanding?] She went
over to the Wookiee, and held out her arms, indicating to the hairy giant that he should do the
same. He held his arms out in front of him, and she shot at the restraining cuffs with her
blaster. The cuffs clattered to the ground, and the freed Wookiee raised his shaggy arms into
the air, bellowing joyously.
"Buf!" Xander shouted. "Behind you!"
Buf turned, just in time for the Trandoshan to club her with his right arm, sending her tumbling
off the auction dias. The Wookiee growled loudly in anger, and attacked the slavers, sending the
audience gathered for the auction fleeing in a hundred directions. He then helped Buf to her feet,
and gently inspected her to make sure she had been injured.
"I'm fine, friend," she tried to explain, then turned to Xander. "Your protocol circuits don't
happen to know Wookiee, do they?"
"Certainly, Buf," he answered. "I am versed in over six million languages and dialects--"
"Great, Xander, I don't need the sales pitch. Just tell our friend that he's free to go, and if
he needs help to locate his family, I can probably get him in touch with the authorities."
Xander turned to the Wookiee, and howled out her message in the beast's native language. The Wookiee
responded in kind, and Xander translated; "Our new friend, Ossborca, is grateful for you help, and
wishes to accompany us. And he can understand what you're saying, although he doesn't speak Corellian."
"Oh. Well. Uh, Oz, can I call you Oz, I like you and all, but I don't need any company. I barely
have provisions for myself."
Oz moaned and bellowed some more, and Xander said, "He says that since you saved him from slavery,
he owes you a 'life debt', in the custom of the Wookiee people. He feels obligated to join us, and
"Great," Buf said under her breath. "Look, Oz, thanks and all that, but I don't need a bodyguard.
What I need now is someone who knows his way around a Correlian star drive." Oz beat his chest
proudly at her words. "You know how to repair a star drive?"
Oz grunted affirmatively. "Well, maybe we can work together after all." The Corellian and her
newfound friend began to talk some more, with Xander translating helpfully. They were unaware of
the angry Hutt who had heard about the incident at the slave auction. The Hutt who planned to
take his losses from the auction out of Buf's hide.
"This is Willa Sunrose, requesting clearance for the Vigilance to depart Coruscant airspace."
"Clearance granted, Willa Sunrose," the too-sweet computer voice chirped. Willa maneuvered the
Vigilance for a clear take-off, and fastened her safety harness. "All systems nominal,
Master Gy'les," she announced to her mentor.
"Then let us be off," said the Mon Cal Jedi.
With the flicking of a few switches, and moving of the steering mechanism, the Vigilance
arrowed out of its hanger bay, and into the night sky over the northern hemisphere of the capital planet.
Willa always looked at the endless vistas of Coruscant with a strange mixture of awe and revulsion.
Awe at the scope of this city, which encompassed an entire planet, and revulsion that there was no
room for this central world in the galaxy for anything green and growing. Sure, there were parklands,
trees planted at equal spaces among most streets and thoroughfares, but nothing wild, nothing truly natural.
As a child, she escaped the dry arid wastes of her homeworld Tatooine, because something inside her
screamed to be among living things. She had considered striking out on her own, maybe the jungles
and rain forests of Ithor, or the wild forests of Kashyyyk, or even the oceans of Mon Calamari.
Anywhere where there was life.
It wasn't until her path had crossed that of Master Gy'les that she fully understood the truth
about herself. Her desire to be among the living was an early manifestation of the Force within
her. Gy'les knew that the Force was strong in Willa, and that she would make both a formidable
and compassionate Jedi Knight. Despite her age(seventeen the day she stood before the Council,
petitioning them for the privilige of being Gy'les paduwan), Yoda sensed an innocence within her,
free of fear and anger. Those things, he cautioned, were the path to the Dark Side of the Force.
All life in the universe contributed to the energy field that was the Force. Her desire to be
among living things was an extention of her need to be one with the Force. Even amid the vast
cityscapes that comprised the Coruscant skyline, the streets and thoroughfares were teeming with
life. The desolation of Tatooine couldn't smother her desire to be part of that life, part of
the Force. She needed to feel the Force the way she needed to breath.
The Vigilance began its ascent into escape velocity, and cleared the planet's atmosphere
within minutes. Soon, it was free from the gravity well of Coruscant's sun, and Willa set the
coordinates for the jump to sublight speed. She always felt a strange rush when the stars outside
their view port turned into lines as the ship travelled at near-light speed. She took her mind
off the ship for a while, and concentrated on her earlier visions.
What was it about this mysterious blond woman that mystified her so? Why should a woman whom
Willa Sunrose never met should enrapture her heart like this? She meditated further on her,
after taking her leave from Master Gy'les as he piloted the Vigilance, and learned more
about her mysterious someone.
She knew that her name was Buf Somars, and that she was from the planet Corellia. An important
world in the galaxy, it is often said that the Corellians have rocket fuel in their veins, as
the desire to explore, to go out into space and seek adventure, seems deeply ingrained into the
Corellian psyche. She was an explorer, like many of her people. A maverick, a bit of a rogue.
And someone who was very important to her, in a way she couldn't define as yet. But she would
know why. And soon.
"Master," the scared woman cowered before the throne of the hooded man. "What would you do of me?"
The mysterious figure on the throne looked at her with dark eyes, that matched his dark countenance.
He smiled at the young woman, laying supplicant before him. A smile without mirth, without heart,
without soul. "Continue to serve me as you have done before, Dru'sil. That is what I would have of you."
"I have the information you require, Master," Dru'sil said to the hooded man. "The Jedi Council have
sent two of their own to investigate the Suun'dyl wormhole. A Master Jedi named Gy'les, and his
apprentice, Willa Sunrose."
"So the Jedi have finally noticed my Mouth of Darkness," the hooded man mused. "Good. I can deal
with a few Jedi. Leave me, child, I will ponder the information you have given me." The woman
left silently, leaving a powerful Sith Lord to contemplate his options.
He had been aware of events near the wormhole. He knew that there was a woman from his past,
stranded on Tatooine, and that she was somehow destined to be a thorn in his side. Ever since
he discovered his true power, his control of the Force, he knew that this showdown was coming.
He also knew that he had to deal with the Jedi that were travelling to Suun'dyl. He couldn't
allow that, not just yet. He needed a little more time to consolidate his power. He needed to
stall the Jedi Knights. If he could destroy this pair of Jedi, so much the better.
"Spyk!" he shouted to his apprentice. Darth Spyk, the pale yellow haired Sith apprentice,
appeared quickly before him, bowing with respect. "My liege," he addressed his Master. "What
do you command?"
"There is a ship, of Mon Cal design, heading toward Suun'dyl," the Sith lord stated. "I do not
want them to arrive there."
"Shall I destroy them, my liege?" Darth Spyk asked eagerly. His desire for destruction was
known throughout the most shadowy regions of the galaxy.
"Just cripple them," answered the Sith Lord. "I want them to arrive at Suun'dyl eventually,
just as soon as I prepare the proper welcome for them. Soon, they will know who is the real
power in this galaxy."
As he briefed his apprentice, Darth Ang'lus knew that he would encounter the Jedi himself,
soon enough. He relished the opportunity to destroy them.
"We'll be emerging from hyperspace soon, Willa," Gy'les announced. "Prepare for planetfall
within twenty minutes."
"But it's too soon," Willa protested. "According to the star charts, Suun'dyl is still ten clicks away."
"The Vigilance is still being pulled into real-space," Gy'les said, as he read the instruments.
"Evidentally there's a gravity well within our flight plan, like the pull of a large star."
"But there was no star near this area! I made out this flight pattern myself!"
"I know, child," Gy'les answered. "I don't doubt your skill as a pilot, but we're still being
forced out of hyperspace. Hang on, emerging into real-space--NOW!" The starlines coalesced into
pinpoints of light, and the Vigilance now flew at cruising speed.
"Willa," Gy'les barked. "Scan the immediate area, tell me what could have caused that gravity well?"
"There's your answer," Willa indicated after reading the scanners. "An artificial gravity generator
operating from the planet Tatooine."
"I see," Gy'les agreed. "If that generator is still in operation, no ships in the area will be
able to leave. And we need to shut it down to finish our journey to Suun'dyl."
"Preparing to land on Tatooine," Willa announced, unenthusiastically. She had no desire to visit
the planet of her birth, and she certainly didn't want to trek through the desolate wastes of
Tatooine again. She felt that there was nothing waiting there for her, no reason to return to
her home so soon.
She was about to learn how wrong she was.