[b]Tatooine[/b][hr]
[b]M[/b]ako’s boot sunk in the sandy mound. The trek from Bestine had allowed him to eat and drink but now exhaustion gnawed on his bones and muscles, sleep threatened to close his eyes. He would have slept back in Bestine if not for the constant vision of his father, spooking him awake every other minute. 

[b]J[/b]ust thinking of the pale apparition made him bite his inner cheek with anger. For that was all it inspired in the youth. Not fear, for he was dead and not coming back. But irritation and disappointment in himself for having such dreams. He had hated the man and now these visions, ones realer than life itself, was plaguing his sleeping hours. 

[b]H[/b]e felt his lids sink and watched the sea of sand fade into darkness for a moment. When he opened them again, he stumbled onto the top of sandy hill and squinted at the oppressive suns and endless sand. [b]Tsk![/b] Was all that left his clenched teeth. 

[color=darkred][b] “Mos … Eisley. I have to get there If I want off this wretched planet. And in order to do that...”[/b][/color] He swept the Dune Sea with his narrow glare; the blues of his eyes shivering from the whole ordeal. [color=darkred][b] “I hope I have enough water and rations for this.”[/b][/color] He let his feet inch down until he slid with all the strength of gravity pushing on his back.

[b]H[/b]is boots angled with sand texture, forcing him to correct them. When he finally reached the bottom, he could feel the full bulk of Tatooine’s two stars on him. He raised a hand overhead while yanking off his hood. Their shine made his sun-touch skin look pale in comparison. 

[color=darkred][b] “If I die, no one can say I didn’t try.”[/b][/color]