It had taken time, but with meditation and good old fashioned rest, Caden was feeling like himself again. He'd had no twinges or stabs of pain since escaping Kaminoan space, and certainly no panic-provoking visions of impending doom. He suspected now that his vision - a term he loathed - was nothing more than a hallucination, courtesy of Kroenen. At the time, the situation was too heated to take note of the fact that, unlike his usual visitations from the Force, this one had been clear and concise.
What bothered him more, though, was the fact that it had worked. Not only had the High Inquisitor broken down his barriers with ease on two seperate occasions within the same five minutes, but he'd exploited a weakness Caden hadn't even known existed; fear of losing his friend, Castor Vax.

Vax had left earlier in the day, to pick up supplies from Mos Eisley, a venture that would likely last long into the evening unless he could procure transport. Sitting beneath the beaten thruster fuselage of their shuttle, Caden was staring at his open datapad, fingers poised over the touch-sensitive keys, trying to write a message to his superiors now that he had the time.
So far, he'd managed little more than an official document header, a frivolity he'd normally ignore in favour of time efficiency.
"Can I be of assistance, sir?"
Caden shook his head, and reached behind El-Tee to flick his deactivation stud. The droid wasn't very good company in this dormant, factory-settings state. With a resigned sigh, he stood, closing the datapad and slotting it into his belt. Like Castor, he'd shed any clothing which identified him as a Force sensitive or former Imperial operative, and adopted a simple light-cotton tunic beneath a dust poncho, eschewed his boots for light-duty wraps, and adopted his lightsaber holsters to be worn around the torso rather than the waist, hiding them from view.

Satisfactorily inconspicuous, he stepped out of the cave, keeping his Force signature tightly reigned in as he squinted against the blinding sunlight. He'd thought of heading out to the nearest town, maybe try to procure a new processor for his droid, or - and far less likely - a pair of lightsaber crystals for his weapons, to take away the connotations of wielding red blades. Unfortunately, he had no idea where in the Jundland Wastes he was, or how many kilometers of sand lay in any direction between him and the nearest settlement. It would be a bad idea to get lost here. He'd just have to wait for Castor to return.

Turning back inside, his mind prickled with the feeling of being watched. Casting a look back over his shoulder, he saw nothing but rocks and hills on the horizon, and sand as far as the eye could see.
"Must be the heat" he muttered, heading back into the shade.

Caden Sturn
Former Inquisitor - Fugitive
Imperial Inquisition Ace Pilot

It annoyed her to an extent that she had to go all the way out to the sandpit of the galaxy to deliver orders....orders! Of all things. Orders. And babysitting. Almost. She sighed and paced the doorway of the docking bay as the ship landed, briefcase in hand. They hadn't told her who the Inquisitor was that she was meeting, just that she had to make sure he didn't step on too many toes. And it was specifically mentioned to her that he was not to upset any, how to put it delicately, delegates that were currently (and only for now) important to the Empire.

When Animus' ship landed, she didn't bother to turn around and look at it, or the man that was climbing out of the ship. It didn't much matter. When she finally did turn around, an expression of surprise crossed her face for a brief moment and she slid her sunglasses off. "Well...fancy meeting you here." Mira said before she slipped her hand into her briefcase and pulled a datapad out. "Whoever they were sending for you wasn't able to make it. I kinda stopped listening when it came to those details. So they sent me. Lucky you." She smirked a little and handed it over.

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Once Vax's shopping trip was complete, with the added bonus of a few ship-tinkering tools, he boarded his speeder again again took off. His destination now took him past the spaceport and out of Mos Eisley. Vax had begun to feel uneasy about the city; there was something... off. He couldn't yet put his finger on it, but odds were it didn't bode well for himself or his young friend. He hadn't heard from Caden recently either and it seemed wise to check on the lad.

"I need to get checked into my hotel, Animus. Why don't you meet me there when you're done sending your messages." The agent would walk away from his ship to let him make his communications, and she went to find her hotel, which wasn't far from the hanger.

Castor had barely left the boundaries of Mos Eisley when he cursed; realizing he had forgotten medical kits and equipment. Turning sharply on the controls, he headed back into the treacherous city to purchase what he needed.

Its been a good long six weeks stranded on Tattooine near Mos Eisleysbut their work on thier new gunship is complete but the sooner they get off of Tattooine the better it wasnt what he felt in the force that is troubling him its the new sing of Imperial forces on the surface in and around Mos eisley that has him worried perhaps those Imperial pigs caught up with them after they fled the Utaupua system perhaps they did after all bug the fighters they were in while they fled perhaps Joe was wrong to trust Drace he could have broken under the Interrogation of the Imperial forces whose to say for now what he and Tyler have to do is leave Mos Eisley and head for the dunes wastelands and more importantly head for Jabba the Hutts compound only their will they be able to seek refuge from such a man to go into their own hiding as it were as he looks over at Ttlyer who has put on the last bit of food storages and water containers he grabs his sleeves black cloak and places it on as they take one last look at the home they have made for themselves since they ran from that system which now they know was an imperial trap it had to be how else could they find themselves here on this sandy wasteland.

Joe waks up the ramp as it closes behind him tyler is already int he cockpit bringing up the engines as they come on the roar of the engines are a good sign Joe sits down in his chair and clicks on the shields as they come on to full he powers up the weapons as a precaution as they begin to lift off and blast themselves out of the landing area once in the area Joe along with tyler takes the controls and keeps the gunship in a low altitude then he looks on the galaxy map which has a zoom and he pin points the location of the Hutts compound he gives tyler the oppertunity to fly the gunship they have made into their own in six weeks and mostly all their funds gone into their construction for them to successfully be forgotten fromt he Imperial forces they will need to prove their skills to the most wretched scum and villianary in Jabba the Hutt as they will be the best bounty hunters who will go for any bounty for all the cash.

"That was fast." She responded as she reached for her datapad and pulled up the number for the Mos Eisley Security Office. Mira doubted somehow that Mos Eisley had that great of security. So far it had seemed like a scumhole of sand and miscreants. And she had only been there ten minutes. "I'm two doors down from the hanger at the hotel. Room 24." She said before she disconnected the line and started making calls.

"This is Agent Mira Naeva of the ISB, I need another garrison sent out to patrol Mos Eisley because of increased criminal activity in the area." She said firmly, and it only too a moment for her to receive n affirmation that it would be done." After she disconnected the call with Mos Eisley Security, it would take about 10 minutes for a more visible security presence to be noticed.