Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? (Sigh) I don't own Star Wars.

Mos Eisley Spaceport. . .

Obi-Wan Kenobi glanced around his surroundings uneasily. . . Someone was watching them.

Luke was maneuvering the speeder through Mos Eisley, when two stormtroopers appeared out of nowhere. For one panicked moment he considered gunning the engine and racing through the pedestrians and other vehicles.

A firm grip on his arm both restrained and relaxed him. He glanced over to see Kenobi smiling, warning him.

“How long have you had these droids,” barked the first stormtrooper. Apparently, pleasantries were not a custom of the empire.

“Three or four seasons I guess.”

“Where are you from?” the trooper demanded.

“We live in the west, near Bestine.”nervously Luke answered.

“Let me see your identification.”

Kenobi then leaned over and began talking easily to the trooper. “You don’t need to see his identification,” the old man informed the Imperial trooper in an extremely peculiar voice.

Staring blankly back at him, the officer replied, as if it were self evident, “I don’t need to see you identification.”

“These aren’t the droids you’re looking for,” Ben told him pleasantly.

“These aren’t the droids we’re looking for.”

“He can go about his business.”

“You can go about your business.”

“Move along,” Ben whispered.

“Move along, move along.”

The speeder continued along the dusty trail. . .

Arianne quickly found the boy and his companions. Two stormtroopers approached the speeder and began to question them.

Arianne crept closer, hoping to hear some part of what was being spoken.

“He can go about his business.”

“You can go about your business”

“Move along.”

“Move along, move along.”

A force-user!

Arianne followed the Force-user and the boy into one of the cantinas.

Moving inward, Luke was astonished at the variety of beings making use of the bar. There were one eyed, and thousand eyed, creatures with scales, creatures with fur, and some with skin that seemed to ripple and change consistency according to their feelings of the moment.

Leaning close, Kenobi gestured toward the far end of the bar.

“ Corellians-pirates mostly.”

“I thought we were looking for an independent freighter captain with his own ship for hire,” Luke whispered.

“So we are, young Luke, so we are,” agreed Ben. “And there’s bound to be one or two adequate enough for our needs. Wait here.”

Luke nodded and watched as Kenobi worked his way through the crowd. . .

Arianne’s POV

Eavesdropping in cantinas is very, very hard. I was attempting to inconspicuously nudge my way to the Force-user, through the hordes of bodies, aliens or otherwise, blocking my way.

Suddenly I felt something in the Force-

Something shoved Luke roughly from behind, so hard he almost fell. He tuned angrily, but his fury spent itself in astonishment.

“Negola dewaghi wooldugger?” a large squarish monstrosity of multiple eyes bubbled chanllengingly.

Luke had never seen its like before; he knew neither its species nor its language. The gabbling might have been an invitation to a fight, a request to share a drink, or a marriage proposal. . .

“He doesn’t like you,” a stubby human next to the alien informed him.

“ I’m sorry about that,” Luke wished fervently he was anywhere but here.

“I don’t like you, either.”

“I said I was sorry,” Luke told the human.

“Are you insulting us? You’d just watch yourself. We’re all wanted.” He indicated his drunken companions. “I have the death sentence in twelve different systems.”

“I’ll be careful, then,” Luke muttered.

The little man was smiling broadly. “You’ll be dead.”

“This one isn’t worth the trouble,” a calm voice said. Luke looked up startled. He hadn’t heard Ben come up alongside him. “Come, let me buy you all something. . . “

By way of reply, the bulky human blabbered hideously and swung out a massive limb. It caught Luke across the temple and sent him crashing through a table.

Abruptly, a blue-white light appeared in the cantina, and the human was moaning and whimpering as he stared at the stump where his arm should have been.

Obi-Wan’s POV

There it was again, the feeling that someone was watching them . . . though it was probably normal because of the lightsaber incident.

But this someone seemed . . . familiar. I turned around and found myself gazing at a woman in a long, hooded black robe. She twisted her head slightly, to get a better look at my face, and accidentally uncovered a pair of large gray eyes. . .

Sorry for the long wait. I know it’s no excuse, but I really have been supper busy.

I STARTED CHAPTER 5!! I haven’t gotten very far, but still it’s a start.