Matreya
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Zaiden walked along the desert of Tatooine, one of the best places in his memory. He was happy here. Happier then he had been nearly anywhere else, until the recent months. Looking to the sky, he took a deep breath. Enjoying the smell of the terrain, he smiled.
Losing his smile, Zaiden became very serious very quickly. He had come to the planet for a reason. Stepping into the courtyard of a massive warehouse, he whistled loudly.
Not long after, emerging from the shadows within, came a young man of maybe 15, "Where is your master youngling?" The man questioned the young boy softly, not to startle him. He needed a warehouse. Not a scared boy that could possibly run to his master and deliver the message that a man was at the door scaring people.
"He's at the market picking up something. Wouldnt tell me what." The boy spoke as if he was mentally deficient. After closely examining the boy, he found that the young mans face was covered in minor scars and small ablasions. Shaking his head, he spun on his heal and strode from the courtyard and back into the sun.
Crossing the sand quickly, Zaiden debated his next moves. He could just find the man, buy his ware house and send him on his way or maybe do something about the boy. He had been beat most of his young life, and he realized instantly that he had to help.
As he was leaving the boy, he had spotted a man with shortcropped red hair in his recent memories. That was his best bet, and he would seek him with revenge behind him.
Losing his smile, Zaiden became very serious very quickly. He had come to the planet for a reason. Stepping into the courtyard of a massive warehouse, he whistled loudly.
Not long after, emerging from the shadows within, came a young man of maybe 15, "Where is your master youngling?" The man questioned the young boy softly, not to startle him. He needed a warehouse. Not a scared boy that could possibly run to his master and deliver the message that a man was at the door scaring people.
"He's at the market picking up something. Wouldnt tell me what." The boy spoke as if he was mentally deficient. After closely examining the boy, he found that the young mans face was covered in minor scars and small ablasions. Shaking his head, he spun on his heal and strode from the courtyard and back into the sun.
Crossing the sand quickly, Zaiden debated his next moves. He could just find the man, buy his ware house and send him on his way or maybe do something about the boy. He had been beat most of his young life, and he realized instantly that he had to help.
As he was leaving the boy, he had spotted a man with shortcropped red hair in his recent memories. That was his best bet, and he would seek him with revenge behind him.