[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ZRiTJxv.png[/img][/center]
[b]Tatooine[/b][hr]
[b]M[/b]ako paused in his sinking, sliding tracks through the desert. His hood billowed off his head as he lifted it in response to some prodding, some ripple in the invisible entity his father called the force. He didn’t necessarily like it, the tranquil feeling of the calm ripple traversing his usually chaotic, if not forever-racing mind. 

[b]H[/b]e tensed his jaw instinctively. [color=red][i][b]I[/b]’m gonna have to step up the pace. I don’t agree with that force I’m feeling. Its too, preachy. Too … idle. [/i][/color] He sighed then, almost weary of his own wants. [color=red][i][b]O[/b]r, to be precise, that's what I would like to say. This presence is in the one place I need to be. If I must, then I’d just have to cut it down[/i][/color]

[b]C[/b]onfidence had filled him since sending his father to oblivion. A great, fallen Jedi in his own rights. The man had proven difficult even after being caught off guard. Mako stood in sight of the busy town of Mos Eisley. From the dune he had crouched on, his dark cape flew adrift with an ominous appearance. 

[b]S[/b]omewhere within that town of cutthroats and hustlers were a presence he wasn't willing to meet. If he could just sneak through without drawing attention, then he’d be good. Hopefully they weren't too diligent about the dark side, for his father had not taught him to conceal his own allegiance in the force. Either way, he had little choice in the matter. He’d have to advance eventually. Perhaps he'd wait until sun down, he had not rations left but he could sustain himself in the force for just a little longer.