Ronen Jerik
Wow Blind, Much Sight
T A T O O I N E - Jundland Wastes
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"Find that which resides in the wastes - that shall have what you seek."
This was the only advice Ronen had been given. He'd had to save for 3 whole months to make the trip to tatooine, scrounging wherever he could. He'd hoped that blind guy from the bar was right, he'd had to stop drinking alcohol... god that was difficult (Although, he wasn't entirely sure he was blind, and thought that it might've just added to the fortune-tellers act). The first place that came to Ronen's head was of course, the famous Jundland wastes, a place not to be travelled lightly...
As he got off the ship near anchorhead, even his escort had a lot less than confidence written on his lips.
"You sure yur' gunna find sum Jedi... uh- Masta' here or sumfing?" Smirking under his leather jacket.
"I never said i was looking for anyone, starif. Just take your money and leave."
"You nee' me to walk you out?" He pointed at someone across the plain, with a walking stick, making fun of his apparent blindness. Ronen held his hand up, as if ready to force choke him.
"Auright Auright!" He began to fly of once more, leaving Ronen quite alone, in the wastes.
He could tell, people were giving him funny looks. To be fair, a man covered in a large, ragged robe, with a piece of cloth covering his eyes looked a tad suspect. But he didn't have time to care, he wanted to find this thing... whatever it was, it needed to find this. 3 years of wandering, boozing and messing around was doing nothing for him, and he was beginning to lose sight of himself. Funny, desperate enough to take the word of some back-water fortune teller, whose word was worth about as much as his novelty clothes.
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God... it was hot... Ronen had been walking for 3 days through the Jundland wastes, and had felt or seen a lack of anything, apart from the odd jawa and moisture farmer as he made water breaks. He'd gone to the closest bar, almost deserted, had about three people in it, including the bartender and Ronen. Oh yeah, don't forget his wife.
"Water?"
"Of all the things we have son, we have plenty a' water." He poured a large glass of something that resembled water...
"So, what brings you here, i thought we were the only people hangin' anywhere near the Jundland wastes, well..."
"What'd you mean well?" Ronen laid his glass on the table, curious to see if he had any leads.
"You hear things... rumours a' course... but things." He was beginning to sweat a little now.
"What... things?" He wanted answers.
"Well... we heard a' tusken raider's been hangin' around where Ben Kenobi used to live"
As quickly as the words spilled from his mouth, Ronen downed his glass, and set off to Obi-Wan Kenobi's home.
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Ronen was getting seriously tired of walking, another 2 days. But, all the effort hadn't gone to waste hopefully, track marks... someone had obviously been in the area fairly recently. I guess the thing he was now looking for was a he or she, rather than an it...
Haphazardly, he saw his opportunity, the building was in front of him, so he did what any right minded madman would do.
"HEY! IS ANYONE THERE?!"
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