<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Starwarschar.jpg)<br/><br/>Not the most suitable pictures for a Jedi, but I liked it.</div></div><br/>Amira kept her hooded robe pulled up, blocking her figure and face from view, despite the oppressive heat.  She could already feel her underclothes damp with sweat, but was too terrified to show her face quite yet.  Her escape had not been without blood, and it was possible they had figured out where she was going.  Eyes were everywhere, and any mistake could bring the full force of the Stormtroopers down on her head.<br/><br/>Amira's hand lightly brushed her side, where her lightsaber was concealed, just to reassure herself that it was still there.  It was her last tie to her master, a yellow-bladed lightsaber that she had carefully crafted with his aid.  Without it, she wasn't even sure she could consider herself a Jedi.<br/><br/>With a muffled sigh, Amira walked out into the scorching streets of Mos Eisley.  She needed some place to hide, to blend in, and the only place she could think of was the local cantina.