Razor Rockwell
I'm your Huckleberry
A Visit to the Past
Time: Noon
Location: Tatooine
The sands of Tatooine were something Razor missed. It was very hot out though, the twin suns beating down. Not something he missed. He had only stopped in anchorhead for something to drink. He needed it after the hot day, and he rode from Mos Eisley. After his drink he walked out of the local cantina back into the hot sun, his duster slightly moving in the hot breeze. He was lucky to have his hat on. The air was hot, the breeze wasn't a cool breeze but a hot breeze. Razor climbed onto his Swoop Bike and sat for a moment thinking about the journey ahead. It was never easy facing your past. Razor hadn't been to his old hometown in several years. Razor took a deep breath and shook off the feeling and had to get this show on the road. Razor started his bike, put his foot on the pegs, and pressed the handles bar to start moving flying his swoop at high speeds across Tatooine's desert.
It took several hours, but as he approached Razor's stomach turned, ready to see what Imperials had done to his hometown. In the short distance he could see the destroyed ruined burned down rubble of the town. Once he finally arrived, he stopped his bike down in the middle of the street, turned the bike off and just sat there looking around at the destroyed remains of his once great small trader town. Remorse filled his brain as he looked around, so many dead, men, women, children, all dead by Imperials. Razor stepped off his bike and started walking up and down the streets examining everything. He just could not believe what he was seeing, it was like something from a nightmare. Razor saw the old remains of the cantina, what memories he had in there, going in every night to see Jakure, the bartender and was such a welcoming friendly guy and the stories they would swap about adventures of traders coming through the town.
As Razor walked through what was left of the cantina he stopped and leaned on the burned and ruined bar. He just could not believe this. Razor shook his head and then walked out of the cantina no longer standing to be in there. He proceeded to go into various other buildings that were shops and food stores checking them out and reliving the memories in his head he had here as a Marshal. Finally reaching the end of the street, he stood there, still, not moving, staring at one building. This was his old house, where him, his mother and father had lived, his mother and father died in this building, and he was getting ready to enter it. Razor wasn't sure if he was ready for the emotions that were going to flood him going into this building, but he had to do this.
To Be Continued........