The Hulking Sand Crawler was still for the night. The morning's sales had been profitable and now that the cool air of night had fallen it was time for Chukizi and the other Jawas to begin scavenging for new wares in the dunes.

Something, a feeling, made his cloaked face look up to the skies. The faint dot of a ship leaving hyperspace glowed white and then burned out. Smugglers often used the planet to lay low from the law but Chukizi could sense it. This ship was somehow different.