"A young Falleen, around fifteen years old—possibly abducted by slavers." A subtle trace of loathing crossed Greeta's eyes. "There are plent
"A young Falleen, around fifteen years old—possibly abducted by slavers."
A subtle trace of loathing crossed Greeta's eyes. "There are plenty of mines around here. Every day, droves of slaves are brought in as laborers."
"These slavers don't operate dedicated ships. They hide among supply transports and freighters. Tracking them won't be easy."
"But it's possible, right?" Amir looked at her intently. "Money's not an issue."
"It's not about money," Greeta replied without hesitation. "I'm taking this job because I hate slavers. It's time they got what they deserve."
"Good deeds bring good karma!" Amir said, surprised and relieved to find someone with some sense of honor and justice in a place like this.
"Do they?" Greeta chuckled. "I hope so."
"Then I'll be waiting for your good news."
It was already past noon. Compiling the relevant intel would take some time.
Amir grabbed a quick bite at the cantina, then returned to the Traveler.
He opened his comms and sent a transmission request to Obi-Wan.
The channel opened quickly, revealing a hologram of Obi-Wan sitting inside his small hut.
"How did it go?" Obi-Wan asked.
"The moment I left Tatooine, I was chased by TIE Fighters. Then a light cruiser pulled me in with a tractor beam," Amir said. The cruiser's position had been concealed from Tatooine—clearly, the ambush was carefully orchestrated.
"Oh? Good to see you're still in one piece," Obi-Wan said with a wry smile.
"They weren't after you, were they? Are you sure your cover's intact?" Amir pressed.
"No doubt about it," Obi-Wan said confidently. "Besides, someone saw Imperial Inquisitors pulling out of Mos Eisley today. Ha—guess I get to enjoy peace again."
He paused in thought before continuing. "I haven't heard anything about Imperial activity nearby. No fresh intel out of Mos Eisley either."
"Then it must've been me," Amir said with a furrowed brow. He didn't understand it fully, but he had to accept it. "You're back to peace, Master. And I'm diving straight into danger."
"Stay calm, young Padawan. If you get in trouble, I'll come rescue you."
Those words eased Amir's nerves a bit.
"Thanks, Obi-Wan. I'll try to handle it myself."
"Well, even though we're not face-to-face, let me show you an interesting Force technique."
Kayin received the signal and launched his TIE Fighter from behind a vegetation-covered mountain.
Nearby, a hidden base lay nestled beneath massive jungle leaves. From the air, it was nearly invisible—but beneath the canopy, intense fighting raged.
"Coordinates locked in—Kayin!"
"Copy." Kayin eyed the data relayed from their tech—two heavy laser turrets were the targets.
Pulling off a dramatic roll and backflip, Kayin climbed during the maneuver. As the ship flipped, he brought the TIE into a downward tilt, targeting one of the turrets.
"Locked on," he muttered.
The TIE Fighter braked suddenly, stalling midair just long enough for a precise shot. Targeting systems confirmed lock-on.
BOOM! A burst of plasma bolts ripped the first turret apart.
"Nice shot!!" came a voice over the comms.
"Would've been perfect with two fewer spins," grumbled a metallic voice.
An armored figure launched above the treetops on a jetpack. From each side of the pack, a missile fired—spiraling toward the second turret.
Another thunderous BOOM! Both enemy turrets were gone.
Kayin knew then—the battle was over. Nothing left posed a threat.
Circling once from above, he located the enemy's parked ships. Two quick laser blasts shredded a pair of droids before he landed smoothly on the jungle floor.
By then, the ground fight was wrapping up.
Kayin walked to the front gate, where two groups were locked in a standoff.
A shirtless Twi'lek emerged from a nearby building.
"Well, if it isn't the rising bounty hunter Boba Fett. What brings you to my humble camp? Here to cause trouble?"
Kayin smirked. If memory served, they hadn't fired first. He stayed sharp, watching closely, hand hovering near his blaster.
"I'm here for my ship," Boba said, voice gravelly through his Mandalorian helmet.
"Your ship? Ah! That one! I thought it looked familiar. Didn't know it was yours. Quick, someone show our friend to the courtyard in the back."
"The ship's in the courtyard?" Boba asked.
"Yes, yes! Not a scratch on it—same as before."
Boba didn't reply. He didn't even glance at the henchman approaching to guide him.
Five seconds of silence.
Then Boba spoke again.
"I seem to recall there's a bounty on your head."
Before the Twi'lek could react, three blaster bolts tore through him and his two nearby men.
No one even saw Boba draw.
Not even a second passed before Kayin's squad opened fire, wiping out the rest of the thugs.
"Now comes the fun part—splitting the loot!" said a nearby Trandoshan.
"Don't let me catch you hiding anything," Kayin warned as he stepped inside the compound.
"You won't catch me," the Trandoshan chuckled.
Boba had already headed to retrieve Slave I from the courtyard.
Amir ended the call and resumed meditating, carefully recalling everything Obi-Wan had shown him.
"Jedi Mind Trick," he murmured. "So... the Force pushes your projected thought or image into another person's mind, syncing it with theirs, causing illusions or altered perception."
"If you could completely overwrite their consciousness… wouldn't that create another version of yourself?" Amir imagined, giving silent respect to the masters of such subtle manipulation.
But it was mostly impossible. Even temporary mind control only worked on the weak-willed. In most cases, directly manipulating someone's body with the Force was more effective.
Just then, Greeta finally sent a message: the intel was ready—she asked Amir to return to the cantina.
"Finally." Amir grabbed the small stash of precious metals he'd set aside for payment and stepped off the ship.
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