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| - Passing through the arid atmosphere of the planet of Tatooine in his TIE, he could definitly, without a doubt, feel another disturbance in the Force. Something was definitly happening, but if it had anything to do with the schematics, he was not sure. "There's no way I'm going to find the plans looking like this," the apprentice mumbled to himself. Trying to think of a solution, his metal elbow bumped a button, which in turn opened a hatch behind him, revealing a small closet area. Turning around the apprentice said, "Whoever built this definetly went to town." "Copy."
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| - Passing through the arid atmosphere of the planet of Tatooine in his TIE, he could definitly, without a doubt, feel another disturbance in the Force. Something was definitly happening, but if it had anything to do with the schematics, he was not sure. Finding the nearest Imperial-controled docking area, he moved in to dock. He took note of what was around him and how people were dressed. Taking close note before he exited the craft, he noticed the people walking to and from his view were dressed in simple clothes, mainly in the color of the peach-ish sand, they had their hoods up and hair in front of their eyes - if they had any hair. He also saw that the species were highly diverse, in addition to humans he saw creatures he recognized as Rodians, Jawas, Tuskans, and many others. Then when his thoughts turned toward himself, he realized he would stick out like a rancor on Naboo with the clothes he was wearing. "There's no way I'm going to find the plans looking like this," the apprentice mumbled to himself. Trying to think of a solution, his metal elbow bumped a button, which in turn opened a hatch behind him, revealing a small closet area. Turning around the apprentice said, "Whoever built this definetly went to town." Taking the brown robe out of the closet, he put it on over his armor and threw the hood over his head. He then pressed the button that releases the hatch and walked out. Finding a nearby squad of stormtroopers next to a small market stand, he ordered what appeared to be the head of the squadren to prepare light transport for the search for the plans. After several minutes of prep, he hopped onto the nearest land speeder and pressed down on the accelerator pedal, aiming toward the clay-wall hanger's exit. Racing through the waving dunes of the endless sand sea on his speeder, the apprentice was for once gratful for the helmet he adorned for it kept the flying sand out of his eyes. He was in the head of the squad, with the troopers following him diagnally in a triangle shape. While to the normal eye it might seem that this god-forsaken place is completly void of any life, but with the Force, one could see that life was abundent, even in the most deathly places. The worm and beetle type creatures thrived underground, while the Banthas and the mighty Sarlaccs adapted to the extreme environment. A buzz on his intercom interupted his train of thought. "Arial spotters have possibly located a crashed pod on the surface." Returning the message, the dark apprentice replied, "I require confimation on the object in question." "Receiving confirmation..... the object in question is confimred as a crashed escape pod." "Copy." Switching channels, Lord Starkiller relayed the information to the others in his squad, "Spotters have a fix on a escape pod, follow me." The squad then followed the apprentice as his veered his speeder to the right, keeping formation.
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