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She sat in the pilot’s seat of her ship, silent and patient. This latest mission of hers had brought her to Tatooine. ‘Find him’, they told her. ‘Don’t stop until you’ve dealt with him.’ And she had left, taking the ship she was given and leaving Coruscant without delay.
The trail had long since gone cold, but she was good at what she did. This was what she was for. Her… training had been thorough. Cold his trail might have been, but she found enough to give her something to go off of. Enough to start tracking him. And finding a young woman on Alderaan only helped matters.
Her target was on Tatooine.
It had been an easy matter to erase all trace of her ships’ existence from the computers and the minds of those within sight of her ship when it landed, using a Force suggestion to keep them away from the hangar where she was docked. And to aid them in keeping others from poking their noses where they didn’t kriffing belong. She would need an unimpeded escape when she completed her mission.
She moved through the streets of Mos Eisley silently, moving through what would probably be considered a crowd on Tatooine with ease. The hood of her dark cloak was pulled low, hiding her eyes, and the mask she wore over the lower portion of her face.
It was only a matter of time before she found him.