Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
The twin suns of the Tatoo system were hanging outside the forward viewport, a pair of white eyes blazing up from the black well of space. Like all twins, they were bound together by a tie as unpredictable as it was powerful. Sometimes, the bond boosted their luminosity far beyond that of two normal suns. At other times, it sent waves of ionic discharge pulsing across space to scramble circuits and reorient core-relative compasses. Today, they were benevolent and Sorel was able to enter the atmosphere unmolested by any ion storm.
Fighting thermal updrafts, Sorel cruised under the harsh double suns down to the broiling city of Mos Eisley, the hub of civilisation on this backwater world. Below her, the space-port's towers and low adobe structures shimmered in the afternoon haze. Because of its remote location, Mos Eisley was known throughout the galaxy for attracting thieves, pirates, and smugglers and it seemed, Jedi.
It was a planet she’d visited so many times before and every time it was a different experience. She’d foiled a Sith plot to blame the Silver’s for a massacre and found a Padawan on her last two visits.
She requested clearance and transferred credits for a temporary berth in one of the low-rent docking stalls in the busy traders' district. She preferred this approach, she did not court attention and her ship epitomised that. Externally it was an old freighter. Internally it was state of the art.
After she landed, she shut down her ship's systems and activated the theft-prevention devices — although the best deterrent had always been the its battered appearance.
She stepped out of the dock only to slam into a wall of heat rising from the dusty streets. She tied her dark hair back in a ponytail and kept to the shadows of low buildings, seeking relief from the harsh sunlight as she walked. Of late she’d taken to wearing her bracelet sparingly and twenty metres in wished she’d worn it today. It was a remarkable invention and a present from her Master — one that regulated her temperature amongst other things.
Today the dust was particularly brutal and she breathed through the sleeve of her robes to filter out the worst of it as he looked for the infamous cantina.
After making her way down narrow back alleys, she entered the noise and smells and blessed air-conditioning of the spaceport bar. The Mos Eisley cantina had a long history and quite a reputation, but none was related to cleanliness or fresh air. History told her that in this dark and seedy bar, Luke Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi had first hired Han Solo and Chewbacca for their legendary run to Alderaan.
She suspected nothing quite so historic would happen today, but then...you never knew for sure.
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