Old Tusk
Mos Eisley Cantina, Tatooine
Another quiet afternoon within the shady Cantina. Some folks are around enjoying a Corellian ale, others looking for a bounty, while some are just looking to not be found. The Bith musicians casually played their jazzy tunes, while ahead sat down a group of patrons, a Rodian who gulped down another Corellian Whiskey, a Twi’Lek who seemed particularly bored, and a Duros who seemed to be interested in what the intoxicated Rodian had to say.
“I seen him! I seen him, I tells ya!” The Rodian said while his palm slammed the table, taking another swig of the burning liquid. “Old Tusk wandering near Anchorhead, his robes gleaming in the sunlight.” The Rodian would say with both mystery and excitement. “Old Tusk? What are you blabbering about?” The Duros tipped his long hat, he asked never hearing what the Rodian had talked about beforehand. “Old Tusk, strange wanderer that had been seen in these dunes for decades. They say he is some old Tusken chieftain, some say he used to be an old Jedi Master, hell I heard some say that he carried two lightsabers.” The Twi’Lek woman once bored now leaned in, as if the words of the Rodian had caught her interest. “You ever encountered him before?” The question the Twi’Lek asked caused a glimmer in the Rodian’s eyes.
“One time when a band of pirates attacked me. I was pinned down, wounded out in the middle of the Dune Sea. Blasters and thermal detonators rocked against what remained of my speeder. Just when I thought the storm and the pirates would finish me, a green flash happened. I heard the cries of the pirates mixed with the howling of the wind.” The Rodian paused, the eyes of the Duros and Twi’Lek were filled with anticipation, he took another swig of his drink. “The storm was something fierce as it looked to take me. Then I saw the green flash disappear and two hands grab hold of me. I passed out, but when I came too was I left unharmed. My supplies were there. However, I noticed a strange black melon the Tusken drank. Only then did I see him off on the horizon of the twin suns. The man covered in robes, with metal dangling on his belt. He never said a word, but that Melon was thanks enough.“
“What do you think happened to Old Tusk?” The Duros would ask, his tone was filled with wonder as he was gripped by the tale. “No one knows. Some say he keeps wandering Tatooine, some say he keeps searching out there for a tribe, a purpose. But if you’re ever lost in the desert then Old Tusk might show you the way.” The Rodian would finish with one last gulp of his drink.
Dune Sea, Tatooine.
The twin suns had settled and Jakkor could finally rest by the fire. He had returned to his small hut, carrying with him some water and some womp rats. Such was the day to day life of his exile. Still his Jedi training long echoed in his mind, each day he recited the code at dawn, then he would begin the rest of his day, hunting along the trails hidden in the sand, he walked like that of his ancestors seeking out where the water was, where the womp rats would find rest, though each day he found it increasingly more difficult. A couple decades ago it was easier for his exile, but now as an old man he began to ponder what his life had been.
He was a relic of a bygone age, perhaps one of the last of his kind, yet he stayed on Tatooine for more than fifty years. In that time he lived a simple life, helped those as he could. Only using his training when necessary, yet as night fell on Tatooine and the Tusken was roasting his prey over an open fire, his old gaze went to the stars. He wondered what had happened to the galaxy at large, some part of him longed for adventure yet often told himself this was where he would stay. “Enough of that Kess, you’re too old. Those days are long gone.” He would tell himself as he turned the spit over the fire, making sure his meal would cook to his liking.
There was a time where he had seen everything. He fought in the Clone Wars, hunted until he woke up in this galaxy, traveled the stars and then came home. He came to live in peace, yet he couldn’t help but feel there was more. Such things he pondered while his rat finished roasting. “There is no emotion, there is peace.” He recited to himself, his eyes closing as the old Jedi felt himself give into the Force. On a quiet, starry night did the old Jedi Master let himself reach out through the Force. He sensed everything from the smallest grain of sand, to the mighty Krayt dragons that roamed the sands. The Old Jedi was searching for something, or someone. However, He didn’t know that the Force would guide the old Tusken on a new path.
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