Alric went tumbling down a dune for the third time that morning, falling through the sands and kicking up great clouds of dust and other particles, tumbling over and over again until he reached the soft sandy bottom of the desert.
There he lay within the sand, his suit hot, his body covered in a thing sheen of sweat, and his hair in utter disarray due to wind and the grit that had so easily fallen into it. He let out a loud sigh, laying on his back within the dune. His fists were shaking, and he could feel any and all fluids starting to leave him entirely. His eyes closed, and the thanked the force or whatever that he had listened to Ned about taking the scarf.
With the beating heat of Twin Suns Alric had managed to keep his skin mostly covered, using the scarf to wrap his head and keeping the rest of his clothes on at all times, even if it meant being hot as all hell.
Alric had no idea how long he had been walking, nor did he have any idea where he was walking to. It seemed that seconds after he moved somewhere his footsteps would be erased, and moments after he crossed a dune it would shift and go elsewhere.
He was sure death was inevitable.
Laying in the twin suns he let out a loud sigh, the power of his glasses having long since gone out rendering them nothing but a pair of darkened lenses, though he was thankful for that. Slowly Alric managed to push himself up and off the sandy ground, clumps of dirt falling from him. His white shirt was stained yellow, and the tie that had been born neatly around his neck was now tied in a belt loop to his water bottle, the bottle itself was only a fifth full.
“Well. You lived a full life.” Alric told himself as he took another step forward.
A valley lay ahead of him. Two massive dunes that seemed to split the desert for the next three miles. He looked at the huge, nearly mountain sized hills of sand and shook his head.
There was no way.
His eyes followed the path of the valley, deciding that it was his only way through. The thought of an ambush never occurred to him, the idea that something out here was alive was a distant thought. Alric shook his head, then simply began to trudge through the sand.
As midday arrived Alric felt the heat of the twin suns baring down on him. The hot rays beating though his black suit jacket and swarming him like bees. In exasperation he removed the jacket, folding it slightly and looping a finger through its holder. He tossed the fine suit over his shoulder, and began to walk further. He did not notice the figures atop the tall dunes around him, he did not notice their movements or the massive Banthas alongside them. He didn't notice their cries, nor their rifles resounding as they fired all around him.
Only when their chief stood in his way did Alric see the Tusken Raiders.
Dozens of warriors stood all around him. Each one looking to kill, capture, loot, each one unintelligible and yelling, each one angry and waving his gaffi stick of slugthrower. Alric looked at them all, eyes hidden behind sunglasses as they panned over the hundreds of warriors that were now in the valley surrounding.