The stealth field generator did its job as he slowly stood up, still invisible to the farmer as he slid his rifle from its hiding place. He quickly spun to the side and took aim, seeing that the machine for the moment was locked up from the adhesive grenades. Just to be sure he took aim at the main lines that supplied power to the machine before he pulled the trigger. The blaster bolt cleanly cutting through the line to disable the large machine before Rasuk moved from the area, finding a new waiting place that still had a good line of sight on the old tree that sat in the court yard of the ruins of the old jedi enclave.

Le Grange's ranch ran up against old Willie's farm, and a pair of ranch hands happened to be near enough to the commotion to be of some help to the old farmer if he raised a holler, as he figured to considerin' how many seasons he'd saved up for that there plow of his. Le Grange, "Crazy" Doc Danson, Amos Moses, and the rest of the boys all turned up on old Willie's farm the day he bought that plow, to raise their flasks to him ('course, it had somethin' to do with the fact old Willie brewed the finest moonshine this side of Garang and had long been fixin' for an excuse to crack it open, as all of Garang well knew. A good time was had by all that day, boy howdy). With that plow of his sabotaged, old Willie weren't gonna be happy. "What's all the fuss about, Bill?" one of the ranch hands said once they made their way to Willie, who, knowing him, was stompin' on his hat about now. Both of the ranch hands were armed with the E-5 blaster rifles that were commonly seen on Dantooin' since the Clone Wars. One of the hands also had a DC-15A blaster rifle slung over his back.

Willie, arms flailin', told them the tale. "Sounds like there's a troublemaker in these parts," one of the hands said, then clicked on his comlink and sent the news back to Le Grange's ranch house. "Think he's still around here?" the other one asked, glancing around suspiciously. "Figure we should raise a posse and have a look around, Bill?"

The ploughin' engin' made a mighty clanking noise as the blades were jammed by the goo, and the line severed. Bill climbed out of his cab, slightly concerned. Dantooine was famous for its dangerous fawna and there was nothing more ominous to a farmer than having his blades stopped. As he clambered down over the side of the machine, he noticed the power line.. broken by a blaster bolt. Staying still and looking around for a second he climbed up to the cab and turned on the small radio in the cab (powered by its on batteries), taking his heavy blaster rifle from its holster by the side of the seat. He spoke over the radio "Joe, any you boys by the radio? Reckon we gots another snail stuck in the blades on the Machine, send one of the boys down to clean her out.. And I gots me a blaster bolt hit my power line, reckons I got one o those lost CIS droids out here, or a prankster. Either way, one of yall bring my Akk Dog. We gunna teach this clanky we don mess round here on Dantooine. Bring it down on the speeder with the cooler in it, got a case of Stonekey on ice in the back".

With his message sent, Bill climbed onto the roof of the cab, lying down so to minimise his profile, looking around the landscape. He took out his macrobinoculars and idly began to search the landscape of sweeping grassland for movement until the Colonel turned up "Aye, I be sure there be troublemakers herebouts. Got the dog comin' down and some beers, he'll surely sniff out the trouble"

It was the only other place for him to hide though as he looked towards the old abandoned Enclave. No doubt most of it was caved in, other places might be intact though, and he had a feeling that none of the farmers wanted to venture into the building.

Vincent Le Grange, back at his ranch house some distance away, was rounding up his rifle, his hat, and a few of the boys and piling into a landspeeder, which raised up a cloud of dust as it sped off toward Willie's farm. They weren't there yet, but it wouldn't be long.

Bill himself wiped the sweat from his forehead as he felt his rather considerable paunch wobble as he ran towards the Enclave, he was quite outta shape but wasnt going to have noone saboutagin' his farm. He moved into the ruins to outflank the intruder, holding his Shotgun blaster in his hands and following his dog as it snaked with uncanny speed towards its quarry. "Git r dun boys!" he yelled firing off the shotgun blaster into the air as he approached the trespasser.