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Drakesoka: Hordes of Tatooine

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Hordes of Tatooine

by Lordhadrian


Drake and Ahsoka had been trapped in the very heart of the Tusken Raiders lost Empire on Tatooine. An Empire of sand and desperation.

Ahsoka had been kidnapped by the raiders and sent into the dark bowels of Fort Tusken, but the Force user, Drake, had summoned the courage to rescue her from the chaotic nomads who slaughtered all intruders. He helped Ahsoka, and together they had faced a beast worshiped in the darkness of Tusken.

They triumphed against it, and found a way through the catacombs of the ancient Fort.

"I cannot imagine how you found me, or why you would risk your life, but I am grateful" Ahsoka smiled a little as they climbed from the darkness into a bright hole to the surface.

Drake shrugged "When my men found Riyu Chuchi, we realized the danger you were in, so I had to act fast. But, for now, we are going to have to make haste to get to my ship."

Drake and Ahsoka moved slowly across the desert sands. He had in his hand a small beacon that led to his ship.

"It's not just a small fighter, is it? I mean, there's room for both of us, isn't there?"

"Relax." Drake sighed "It's.....big....enough...."

Drake and Ahsoka reached over a hill and stopped. Ahsoka's eyebrows furled.

"That's not good." She whispered.

Jawa's were busy dismantling his ship, enjoying a bonanza in the desert.

Drake ran at them, waving his light sabre and scaring them off. The Jawa scattered, ten or twelve of them, away with little trinkets and pieces of engine, control panels and servos.

Drake shouted at them, then kicked what was left of his space craft.

"Well, I certainly did not expect that!" Drake muttered.

Ahsoka calmly walked next to him and looked over the wreckage of the pillaged ship.

"Mos Eisley is only a few hundred miles away. I suppose we should get walking?"

"I still have my communicator." Drake held up his comlink. He tried talking into it but there was static.

"Come in, mothership! Come in!" he tapped on it, shook it, brushed off little bits of sand.

He looked at Ahsoka. "Only a few hundred miles? I think I can swing that."

Ahsoka almost smiled, at least grateful for all his efforts. "I needed to stretch my legs anyway."

Drake and Ahsoka gathered what supplies they could not scrapped by the Jawas and started walking. The desert was littered with small dunes, with mountains in some distant locations.

"Where will you go once we leave Tatooine?" Ahsoka asked, trying to pass the time without staring hypnotically into the far off mirages.

"I came here to rescue you so we could return to my home base. I helped your friend, Senator Chuchi, by the way. I hope to make you my guests for as long as you wish to stay. But, I hope you would be willing to join me in my endeavors to restore order in the galaxy."

"And just how do you plan to restore order?" Ahsoka looked at him.

"You know, the usual. Knowledge, tolerance, diplomacy. We have strength but we don't use force except as a last resort"

"There are many worlds who could certainly use your help. So many were displaced by the Clone Wars."

"We handle each world one at a time. It's hard work to keep the peace, but every little step counts" Drake answered.

"You make a good Jedi." She smiled

"Well, I try." he smiled.

Their thoughts were interrupted by some noises echoing far off behind them. Loud trumpets and roaring animals pierced through the deep desert, and Drake froze.

"Sounded like banthas!" Ahsoka gasped.

His voice did not reflect anything good "Banthas and hunting horns. The sad people are on the move!"

He held up his binoculars and scanned the horizon where old Fort Tusken's ruins lay. He searched around various distant locations, but could sense movement.

"THERE! Our luck has changed. And not for the better."

"What do you mean?"

"We kicked their God in the butt, and now they have put out a hunting party. Hundreds of Tusken raiders will be swarming this area in a matter of hours."

"We are going to have to be more clever than them." She thought.

Drake sighed as they kept walking.

"Being clever won't help us in this desert heat, and won't help us outrun the banthas."

"We'll worry about them if they find us."

"Tusken Raiders are the best hunters on Tatooine."

"Well then" Ahsoka sighed. "We better keep walking."

They kept moving.

But it soon became apparent that Raider scouts would catch up with them.

Drake spotted two large Banthas moving in their direction from a long distance away.

"They know where we are. They're following our tracks."

By this time, though, Ahsoka was feeling exhausted from the heat.

"We are going to have to engage them soon. We must hold onto our strength!"

As the hour passed, Drake and Ahsoka hid behind a small dune of sand. Certainly they would not have much of an element of surprise, but they had little chance to survive if the scouting party overwhelmed them.

Though the Sand people traveled in numbers, they were still primitive savages.

Drake and Ahsoka carefully waited as a long column of Banthas with Tusken snipers lumbered close.

Half buried in the sand, they slowly watched as the scouting party searched the area. The two lay very still, knowing that a false move would have them up to their knees in trouble.

The Sand people choked out orders and exclamations in their animal language. It was a hostile language, full of contempt for the galaxy that was greater than them.

Drake and Ahsoka used the Force to create deceptions, distractions and a few mirages that drew the attention of the sand people from their location.

Night fell, and though the patrol had long since past them, the pair stayed hidden in the cooling sand.

"We'll wait until morning" Drake whispered "Then we can continue. Using the Force to drag away some canteens of water was a nice touch, by the way."

He smiled at her as they took small sips of the liquid.

"You did pretty good too" Ahsoka lay close to him, feeling cold in the night.

"Still, I would have rather have been able to acquire one of their banthas." Drake sighed, having to restrain his powers.

Ahsoka shook her head "Violence would not have solved our problem. It would have drawn hundreds of Sand people around us."

"Well, thanks to your precautions, it is no longer a worry."

Drake gently rested next to her, very close. Both felt awkward trying to share body heat, but it was not an entirely unpleasant experience. Side by side, they wrapped their arms around each other and rested for a moment. After a few more hours they started walking again in the shadows of the night.

They did not talk much after the rest together, feeling each others hearts beating. But they were relaxed together. Ahsoka took Drake's hand as they walked.

Their connection was not a fully realized one, but they felt it grow as they became determined to make it back to safety.
Drake and Ahsoka have escaped the lair under Fort Tusken and defeated the beast Zargon.  Stranded in the desert, they must walk far to get to Mos Eisley, and avoid the Sand People, who now want revenge.

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Blackheart010's avatar
Love these kind of stories