Eweev's tales

Eweev hooked the stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, as she stepped out of the small star port and into the dusty street.

A small cantina was on her left. It would probably be empty at this time of the day. On the right, was a medical center.

A soft breeze blew her hair across her face. She smiled, moving it behind her other ear, as she took in the metal fence encircling the buildings, to keep small animals out of this place.

Beyond the fence, stood the rolling purple land she was so familiar with. It was just as she had remembered all of it.

Eweev closed her eyes, taking in all of the sounds of home.

“Are you ok, Miss?”

Eweev opened her eyes to see a tall man with dark hair standing in front of her. He wore dark brown pants and a tan shirt. A dark cloak draped his shoulders, shifting behind him in the light breeze.

Her eyes drifted to his dark, leather belt and the lightsaber resting against his hip. She resisted the urge to place her hands into the pocket of the light blue skirt she wore, to pull out her own.

Her eyes flicked up to his. She knew she couldn’t be felt by him and her lightsaber was within reach, but hidden.

Eweev gave him a bright smile. “I’m fine,” she told him. “I’m just enjoying the breeze.”

His hand went to his hilt. It was an unconscious movement, as it encircled the metal. “Are you sure?” he asked. “You seem a bit nervous.”

Eweev took a small breath. She had every right to be nervous. If he knew who she was, there would be a fight.

“Yes, thank you,” she said. “I’m just coming home for a brief visit.”

“Can I take you somewhere?” he asked. “Dantooine may not be friendly for a lady.”

Her hand went to her hip, to the DH 44 pistol holstered there. “I’m not without protection.”

Eweev could feel the darkness within him. But, there was something just underneath the surface.

He nodded.

Eweev stepped around him, as she stepped towards the cantina. The space between her shoulders blades tingled in warning.

Without thinking, her hand slipped into her pocket, withdrawing her saber hilt. She spun, as the purple blade snap-hissed to life; knocking away a blaster bold aimed her way.

She stood face to face with a tall, armor-clad man, aiming a blaster at her.

Her eyes met the first man she had been talking to. His saber was in his hands, red blade extended in warning.

The man in armor fired again. She deflected the bolt harmlessly away.

The dark Jedi jumped over the fallen man, grabbing her arm, pulling her past the cantina to an AV-21 speeder parked on the other side.

Without thinking, she jumped into the passenger side. He pushed forward on the throttle, taking them away from the mining outpost and into the grasslands of Dantooine.

He took his eyes from where he was driving to look over at her. “You’re a Jedi.”

“I am.”

“That bounty hunter was trying to capture you, not kill you.” He focused his attention back in front of him. “Why?”

It was apparent he hadn’t figured out who she was.

“Darth Vader wants me alive.”

He nodded. “Where are we going?”

“Just head north west,” she told him.

“Unusual,” he said, his eyes fixing on hers again. “Of course, you’re an unusual woman.” He fixed his gaze on where he was driving. “I’m Mark, by the way.”

She slid her lightsaber back into her pocket, pushing her hair out of her face. “I’m Eweev.”