STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The Hunted

(Ahaz?! Run!)

Backing up, back into the alley, only gives you another unpleassant shock as both of you feel the nozzles of blaster barrels being pressed against your necks from behind.

Kyle tenses up when he feels the blaster in his neck. SLowly, he puts his hands out away from hi body. "Which one are you?"

"A friend you haven't made yet," says the man. "Back into the alleyway. Move slowly, no sudden movements. You don't want to attract attention, especially not from your friend in the crowd over there."

Kyle immediately complies, and nods to Eerin (Carefully) that it's OK. For now, at least. "You the one who sprang us back in the alley?"

"Yes," he says, keeping the guns pressed to your necks. "And before we get off to the wrong start, I am here to help. I know who you are and that you are being hunted. It is worse than you realize."

"That would be hard to imagine right now. And it would help if you get the balster off my neck, unless you have a good explanation. Hey, I know what you did for us back there, and we owe you. What's more, we're in no shape at all to fight you, especially seeing how you handled Ahaz. We're not going to try anything, right Eerin." Kyle is being earnest, he knows he has no chance to get away from this guy, and truth be told, for some reason he trusts him. He almost chuckles at that thought, it has to be the first time he's trusted someone with a gun on him.

"Just a precaution," he says. "In my line of business, you've got to be careful."

The pistol barrels are lifted off of your necks.

"Hey, I understand precaution. Mind if we turn around?" Kyle carefully lowers his hands, relaxes a bit.

"Be my guest."

In case you have forgotten in the heat of battle, this man wears a green-colored blast vest from a stormtrooper uniform over a black short-sleeve with brown cargo pants tucked into black combat boots. His jaw is well-defined, his hair is combed to one side, and he is portrayed by Adrian Pasdar.

"Hello, gentlemen," he says, sliding on of the pistols into a holster at his hip. "Call me Zane. Now, come with me."

He starts to walk off down the alleyway.

Kyle looks at Eerin and gives a small shrug. Not like we have much choice it says. He takes one last look over his shoulder and follows Zane.

Zane leads you down the alleyway, onto a street running alongside Straight Street. There is a white landspeeder waiting for you, the hatch open to reveal Eol Farstrider and a woman in the front seats. Zane gestures to the passenger seats in the back.

"Get in."

"Funny, we were just getting ready to look for you..." Kyle comments to Eol as he gets in the speeder. "So, where to?"

Eol shakes his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this..."

"Can't tell you that," Zane says. "But it is a safe place where we can talk."

Settling into the back seats, the woman in front and Zane slip coarse sacks over your heads in order to obscure your vision. Once all is settled, the landspeeder starts and moves off.

"To headquarters, Eol," Zane says. "We need to be done with this. Things are heating up and could ignite at any time."

"I'm aware of that, thanks," Eol responds. "Oh why did I ever agree to help you guys..."

"Because it's right," the girl interjects.

Eol just grumbles under his breath.

Kyle lets them slip the sack over his head, although he really has no choice at this point. He gives Eerin their signal that it's alright for now, and quietly sits for the ride. He tries to use his spacer's instinct to judge their speed and direction in attampt to judge their location and destination.

Eerin is uncomfortable with the situation, but decides to follow Kyle's lead and lets the bag be put over his head.

"[I hope you know what you're doing...]" Eerin says to Kyle.

Impossible to tell, Kyle. There are many turns in the streets of Mos Eisley and, despite your well-traveled knowledge of the Galaxy, you don't remember the individual streets of this place. It's too confusing. On top of that, you can't tell when the landspeeder is turning down another street or just swerving to avoid people in the streets.

Eerin, this situation is making you paranoid. As Kyle's 'bodyguard,' this is totally a situation that you would have preferred to avoid. You think that this Zane character is a man of his word, but you can never be sure.

The landspeeder comes to a halt and the sacks are pulled off of your heads once you're out of the landspeeder. The speeder has parked itself in a dim garage that is kept cool by the dark and by misters lining the walls. It is a relief after all the running and fighting you just did in the twin suns of Tatooine.

"Welcome to headquarters," Zane says, gesturing to the garage. There is a single doorway on the side of the garage.

Nice place." Kyle comments dryly. Then he notices the misters. "You folks must have some credits. Those misters are a pretty decadent feature for Tatooine. Any moisture farmer on this planet would faint if they saw them." He shrugs. "Any how, let's here the rest of the story. What's going on?"

Nobody responds to the comment about the misters, but Eol shuffles somewhat. He is a moisture farmer, after all.

Zane directs you to the doorway at the side of the garage. "If you please. I'd rather talk around the table. It's friendlier that way."

The woman with him groans, but says nothing.

Eerin moves ahead of his companion and the people they are with, inspecting the doorway for any peculiarities before progressing through.

"[Once we're at the table, you tell us who you are]," Eerin demands.