Taking Command Book 2 (Kylux)

Chapter 36: a New Search

Kylo PoV

So here I was, in the middle of a seedy bar on Tatooine. I came here because I knew that my entire family had roots here, and perhaps I could get some clarity. Dressed in simple black garb, I did not stand out among the mass amounts of smugglers, bounty hunters, and other less reliable scum that frequented cantinas in Mos Eisley.

"You need anything, mister?" A coquettish looking Twi'lek girl with stunning turquoise skin sauntered up to me.

"Not really." I said waving her away. "Thanks."

She pouted at me, pursing painted lips before stalking off, her hips moving in the dim light.

"You have a husband." I muttered to myself. She was undeniably attractive, similar to many Twi'leks. I could not keep my eyes off of her. I was getting distracted.

"This is ridiculous." I muttered, storming out, leaving cash on the table.

Out in the sun, my dark clothing caused me to be overheated. I kept it on though. Layers helped to disguise my heavily armed state. I looked around. I needed to rent a speeder. I wanted to drive out to the area where my uncle and grandfather had once stayed.

I found a dealer selling old speeders. Knowing that it was a waste of money, I still bought one. It might come in handy. It was old, but seemed to be reliable enough and I casually forked over the requested 10 thousand credits. This man was one of the few Tatooine merchants who had accepted those. Most refused to, due to Tatooine not being a Republic planet. Perhaps this dealer got out enough to use Republic credits. Not that I cared. It was not my concern.

I hopped on my speeder and gunned the engines and rode out of the town at top speed.

The bike did around 180 kilometers an hour, which was decently fast for one so old. I leaned low over the handlebars and enjoyed the feel of the wind on my face. This was something I definitely had in common with the grandfather I had never met. We were both pilots at heart. I had heard that Anakin had once been an avid pilot. My mother had heard stories about him as a child from her Senator father.

"What do I do?" I asked out loud. I wished I had someone to talk to. I would have even welcomed Anakin the ghost's appearance. It was lonely. I had gotten used to loneliness, but having Hux had made me forget about it.

"You'll just have to adjust." I muttered to myself. "Because you're going to be alone for awhile."

I reached the little settlement where my uncle had grown up. Nothing was left of it except for some ruins. I walked around it. I could feel faint traces of the Force. Uncle Luke had been powerful even as a kid. I wished I could gain more information from this place.

I would camp out here tonight. I would meditate and hope that perhaps some spirits of the past would enter into my consciousness and give me advice. I regretted now, more than ever, killing Luke.

"You could have helped me, counseled me." I said to the darkening sky. "And you tried so hard to do it when I was a kid. And I ignored you. I should have listened." I sighed and laid down on the sandy ground. I wanted to take a nap before I meditated. I hoped that I would have no more dreams. I did not need memories of Hux and I saddening and haunting my sleep.