The House

The stark whiteness of the sand surprises her. She looks out the cockpit of the little ship that they'd bought and stares across the blankness of the landscape. She fiddles with the end of her braid, watching the sand skim underneath them.

She ignores the concerned look from her guard. She'd had that damned dream, for the past two years, and now, it's waking her up. She hasn't slept well in a month. And all it does is drag her here, to the Outer Rim, to Tatooine.

"Are you sure?" Jocko asks, where he's piloting the ship. Of her many skills, piloting is not one of them. Perhaps if she'd been raised on the trader she'd been born on....

"There." She points to a lonely hovel. After the house that's all it can be. She bites her lip watching as Jocko prepares to set down the ship. Luckily her guard had known how to pilot, so there'd been no reason to involve anyone else. Freema is here because she refused to stay behind at the house, where she'd worked the last twenty years.

She gets up and stops when Jocko puts his hand on her arm. "Let me go first." He says. She nods, and settles back into her chair, to let him go first.

Jocko, carrying his sidearm, steps down the ramp to knock at the door. Little does he know that the occupant would have felt the Mistress already. Her impact upon the Force is slight, but still there. He doesn't believe in all that hocus pocus, but what does he know?

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