Tatooine was a desert world, and there was not much else to say about it. The only people that lived there were either the indigenous Tuskin Raiders and Jawas, or poor settlers that tried to eek an existence out of collecting meager drops of moisture from the atmosphere. Anyone that visited was there to either deal with the local Hutt crime lords, or in a last ditch effort to push off wares that no one with any amount of common sense would otherwise buy. The twin suns kept the world unbearably hot and dry, to the point where if you didn't have protection, your skin would be a blistery, boiling mess before long.

At least, that's how things used to be.

Mos Eisley Spaceport; where once there were adobe huts everywhere and all manner of life were welcome to roam the dusty streets, there was now cold Imperial steel. The walls of the Mos Eisley Base towered high overhead, with a mesh ceiling far above them that allowed in sunlight, and filtered out heat through special systems. The room that Yua, Yosuke, and Souji arrived in was of a strange shape; closed off like a cage (only lacking in bars) at the point they were spat out into existence, yet wide open beyond that. Before them, Adachi was standing, looking perfectly fine except for the fact that he was holding his hands up in surrender. Before him were a dozen or so white armored men, completely faceless thanks to their masks, all with their guns trained on the group. Carefully, he craned his head around when he heard them emerge, mindful to keep one eye on the men looking like they were going to fire any second.

"Don't. Move," he warned through gritted teeth.

The faceless soldiers move forward then, one grabbing Adachi's wrists and pulling them behind his back, restraining him, while the others go for the teenagers with the intent to do the same. The others remained where they were, guns still focused on the group, though one shifted slightly, looking like he was talking into something in his helmet from the way his head was canted.

"Commander, we have three more Champions. We're taking them into custody now."

Even though the communicator was in the man's helmet, they could easily hear the response:

"Excellent. Lord Vader will be pleased."


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