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Star Wars
The Returns of Tyler Lucian
Tyler Lucian examined the Light Saber. It was second rate. Skywalkers always made second rate Light Sabers. He remember when Anakin Skywalker wanted him dead, and he dove into the Acid Lake. But there was a covering gel he had prepared in the lake, which he sunk into, giving the appearance of his untimely death, so the Dark Lord of the Sith would hunt him no more. And so, a new life to live, he walked the galaxy a while, and made his way to Tatooine. He settled in Moss Eisley, on the outskirts of town, and became a trader in second hand wares. Now he had a light saber in his possession. It was made by a certain 'Rey Skwalker' apparently. Second rate. It functioned alright, but it did not have the prestige of a rel Jedi or Sith's prowess about it.
'It's second rate, Rey,' said Tyler.
'Listen, Lucian. It's first class material. The DNA of every Skywalker flows into me in that Light Saber.'
'Smells like Palpatine blood,' said Tyler, sniffing it. 'And I've bedded a few Palpatine harlots in my time.'
Rey smiled. 'I'm aware of the ladies of the Palpatine clan.'
'They do get around,' smirked Tyler. '500 credits. Nothing more.'
'Done,' said Rey. She took the credits. 'I'm saving to get some expensive items from a local store,' said Rey. 'I've seen what you have, and there are a few odds and ends of interest. I will be back. But there is some Skywalker stuff of old man Owen in town which I must have. The cretin won't sell it cheap, though. So you have one of my older light sabers to deal with. It was made carefully. It's Jedi quality.'
'Might get 1000 for it,' said Tyler, stroking his chin. 'But it lacks panache. No blood and sweat has gone into it. The force thinks it second rate.'
'You sense the force?' queried Rey.
Tyler looked at his friend. 'It's known to work in Lucian's. Anyway, get out of here. I have work to do.'
Rey nodded, and left the shop. Tyler examined the Light Saber for a moment, flicked it on and made a few moves, and then turned it off. Taking a tag, he wrote out 20,000 credits, and attached it to the light saber. Should sell soon, he thought to himself. Easy money.
The End
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