There was nothing new in calling Tatooine a desolate planet. Dustin didn’t despise the planet, but he didn’t want to be here either. He was tracking down an old rival back from his Watchman days. A gun runner that had been a thorn in his side for years. They profited off of wars big and small yet always raked in tons of credits. Dustin had finally tracked them back here to the desert planet.
Recently their efforts to throw off Dustin had become remarkably sloppy, almost as if they didn’t care about being found anymore. He had moved in head to meet his rival and intercept them at Mos Espa. Exiting one of the various cantinas and approaching the hanger in which they were landing in.
At first the manager was concerned about Dustin’s uninvited arrival. But with a few straightforward words and a wave of his hand the Rogue Jedi didn’t face any resistance from the manager, even ordering them to activate the tractor beams within the hanger once they landed. Dustin wasted no time, standing there waiting at the hanger as the ship arrived. Ready and willing to finally put this rival of his to justice… or so he thought.
