The Dune Sea was a desert made of sand that stretched across Tatooine's wastes. In the Tatooine navigation system, it was located in the planet's first quadrant.

This large area was once a large inland sea. Extreme temperatures and lack of water made the area inhospitable to most lifeforms. The Dune Sea was home to creatures such as the sarlacc that lived in the Great Pit of Carkoon and Tusken Raider camps were spread across the areas. It is believed a Jedi lives here in the southwest corner of the Sea.

After they left the cantina Kalin rented two eopies to travel through the dune sea. Unfortunatly for him he could not use his speederbike as it was not capable for travelling with two individuals, which also meant it was not possible to take his Dark Eye Probe Droids with him. It bothered him a little bit but he had no other choice.

"Listen, you have my word of honour...if you believe me that is...that no harm will come to you! At least not when you are trying something foolish...." He mumbled his last words.

Further in the Dune Sea he spoke to her again,

"I think we should first pay a visit to that steph-brother of his...if he get more defensive....we'll just have to be more agressive!"

As they travelled further, Kalin felt another presence....a lone man who travelled through the dune sea...in the far distance. Another disturbance came from the west. Something terrible has happened. Someone was in terrible pain. They continued until they reached the homestead of the one named Owen Lars.

Resei and Taves walked the desert for a long time.
They followed the tracks.
Then they saw another set of tracks heading back towards Mos Espa.
"That's cursed.. Just my luck! We go back, perhaps they've seen them in the Cantina..."
And they turned again, not in the best mood, and just a bit hot.
("Man it cannot be hotter in the source of Mustafar!!!")

Resei searched the desert for several hours not finding anything.
Before he came across a farmer he knew.
Old Jach, Jach the weirdoe, he had a small shuttle in the main hangers, and he did not use it to flee the planet.
Resei hadn't understood him until he had gotten a taste of life outside Tatooine himself.
He pulled his helmet off.

"Ain't it me Old friend Jach!?"
"Who are... What the ****... Young Mantok! What are you doing here? I thought you had left when your mother... I'm terribly sorry 'bout what happened... I keep thinkin': If I'd been there things would have gone different!"
"I doubt it. The Tuskens killed ten Sandtroopers... They were unusually many..."
"Oh... I see... Well, anyway, I'm terribly sorry what happened! I know how it feels to lose someone you love. Oh, my dearest Erghina!" His eyes got glacy, and for a moment Resei was wondering if the old man was going to cry.
"Now, boy. What is that outfit you've got there? And why are you back anyway? I doubt it was only to speak to me..."

Resei ignored the first question, and when straight to the matter.
"I was wondering if you had seen a female Twi'lek and her children wandering about in the desert?"
There was a long break.
"I tell you this only because I knew you once, and because of the tragic loss of your mother... Yes, I know who you are talkin' about.
She was desperate, had no money, her housband wasn't there, no food left... She needed some money and a passage of the rock. I gave her 1k and shuttled her to the smugglers moon myself, for a... certain fee. You know... Female Twi'leks are wonderful, and I hadn't... in a while, you kno'..."
"I kno' excactly what you mean... Well, Naar Shaddaa... Fine. I will find her regardless...
And by the way she was carrying about 5k in her pocket...
Strange she didn't use them to pay...?"
"Kid, I saw no money, and I examined every inch of her...
So unless one of the kids had them, where they were playing outside in the garden while... No, I think she had no money."
"I see... Thank you, and goodbye."
He turned his back to the farmer and left.
After a while he suddenly heard a faint "Goodbye, Bounty Hunter," and wondered how much that old farmer knew of the 'outside world'.
Then he got to the hangers.

Resei and Tharn tracked the lerge attacking squad for many more hours.
Then they made a camp, and got some sleep, guarding half the night each.
Resei took the last half, not caring that he would be more tired when they set off.
In the morning they broke camp, silently.
The greatnes of the task had struck them both in sleep, an they were starting to doubt.

During the day the suns grew hotter ("why are there two blasted, hot suns!?").
The traces were getting fresher, even though when they set of they had been months old.
The raiders had been moving slow, seemingly not in a hurry.
Also the traces had crossed a few places, and Resei and Tharn hadn't bothered to follow them all, but chosen the freshes, knowing all too-well what was on the other side...
Suddenly they saw some strange tracks in the distance, and burning.

"What are those tracks," Tharn asked.

"Not too sure... It could be... Atleast it's not another farm. This is wasteland... Could be an old Tusken camp. We'll know soon anyway. Let's take a closer look!"

When they arrived, sneakily in case of Tusken presence, they were shocked.
Right there in front of them was the burning ruins of a Tusken Raider camp.
They started running, eager to examin it more closely.
The burnt wreckage of the tents was still smoking.
There were many corpses halfly hidden by the Tatooinian dust.
And to their both's amazement there were Sandtroopers among them.
Many Sandtroopers. More than half of the corpses!
It was clear to Resei, so clear he could almost picture it.
He put his hand on a Sandtrooper corpse, concentrated, and did...

A big squad of Sandtroopers. A Tusken Raider camp. A hand signal from a seregant to charge. A prepared army of Tusken. A masacre. A Tusken corpse, a friend laying with hollow eyes in the bloody dust.
A Tusken with a gun...

The vision stopped abruptly, and he found Tharn standing over him with a worried look.

"It is obvious. A Sandtrooper charge because of the overdone raids. They met a prepared Tusken army, who had smelled them long beforehand. Still they were though enough to whipe out nearly all. Sandtroopers are amongst the Empire's finest. The general in command is the one hanging on a stake over there, I believe...
Still, it will make our job a thousand times easier. We'll have to hurry, they're probablt heading full speed for the main camp and some reinforcements. We have no time to waste."

Tharn nodded silently, and they hurried after the surviving Tusken.

In the evening they were closing up on the newest Tusken camps.
They both knew the Tusken must have smelled them.

"This is crazy!" Tharn whispered. "They probably smelt us miles ago! This is too crazy to succeed!"

"You are looking at it from the totally wrong direction! They will know we are only two, a 'small pack', and that we would probably have no chance against them. They will assume we are a couple of farmers on stray, and know nothing of them being so close. They will hope to take us unprepared for dinner or something. The truth will be a different one. They won't expect two... uhm... rather skilled Bounty Hunters -sorry about the uncorrect term- and we will surprize their not to well-planned attack against two unskilled farmers, and -hopefully- kill the chief and get away.
This plan is so crazy that it will surely have to work!"

"Well isn't it Resei the genious... This is the most stupid plan I've ever heard, and we will probably be the menue tonight, but what choices do we have? We're to close to give up now!"

"That's the spirit," Resei whispered back, and smiled naughty, winking.
"Let's take them!"

The camp was small and dark, as the survivors were few, and seemed abandoned, so that anybody who entered would be surprized by the Tusken Raiders.
Resei and Tharn approached it like two farmers on stray would have done.
Walking slowly, speaking nervously together, 'unaware' of the Tusken danger, looking nervously around not seeing anything.
They pretended not to know they were being watched, their eyesight blinded by the falling darknes ("Man, if I didn't know better, I'd think there were Tusken right here watching us now!" *nervous laughter*).
Then, when they had reached the middly of the camp, the Tusken stroke.
The bonefires were suddenly lit, to blind the 'farmers'.
The Tusken jumped out from nearly all directions, screaming to scare the two 'blinded farmers' into paralyzation.
But Resei and Tharn had closed their eyes when the bonefires were lit, avoiding being any more blinded than the Tusken them selves by the sudden flash of light.
They opened them quickly after, in the same instance as they drew their weapons.
Tharn sent out a deadly blast-serie in the mass of Tusken, and, standing back-to-back with him, Resei let his Flamethrower lit more bonefires. Living bonefires...

The Tusken was, luckily, as Resei predicted, taken by surprize.
Before they could asnwer, the two 'farmers' had dived into shelter behind some of the tents.
They didn't waste their time, and, knowing that the chief most likely didn't participate in the ambush, they went in different directions looking for his tent, quickly, trying to avoid Tusken on their way.
When turning fast around a corner, Resei encountered two of them, however.
He took one shot right in his side, but the Zakkeg hide did its job, and he only felt a strong punch, whirled around, and landed two shots in each Tusken.
He jumped over the body, trying to avoid the attention he had made before it reached him.
Then he faced it...

The tent stood metres above the others, and was far more finely woven.
The door was even protected by a small roof, and there were a guard outside it, his back to Resei.
Resei was coming towards him in high speed, leaving the Tusken with little chance of defending himself from the danger approaching from behind.
He knocked him down with his Zakkeg-reinforced right fist, making little noice when sending the Tusken into his own dreams.
Then he turned left where the Tusken had stood, and faced the door.
He went in.

Inside he found two cheifs, holding their guns with worried expressions.
First it surprized him, but in the next moment it struck him as obvious.
Only two united tribes could have an army that big.
This would, however, lead to a tense mood between the two tribes, and he realised by killing one of them, it would remove the last obstacle...
"Civil war" would be inevitable, and the Dune Sea would be a little more safe for a while.
It would be a better revenge than he had dreamt of!
He only had to kill one of them.
The problem was the two guns directed at the entrance, which he now stood right before!

He threw himself down, and in that very moment the two chiefs fired.
He aimed his blaster as he had done so many times before back on Mandalore, and pulled the trigger.
One of the chiefs was slung backwards with a hole in his chest.
The other chief froze in a moment when the realization of what this would lead to struck him.
That was all Resei needed.
He rolled, rose, and managed to rip off a piece of the tent, fleeing out there rather than the soon-to-be crowded door, barely avoiding the last chiefs shot, and hope for revenge.
He ran into the shelter of the tents.

Some tents away from the noice of the chief-tent Resei almost tripped in a corpse.
First he thought it was a Tusken killed by Tharn, but then he realized it felt... wrong.
It was to hard, as if long dead, or wearing armour...
He had been wrong. It was the opposite. It was Tharn, killed by a Tusken.
His old apprentice was laying dead before him on the ground in a Tusken camp.
In a brief moment he considered carrying it with him, but the thought was absurd.
It would slow him down to heavily, and if the "civil war" didn't break out immediately, he would be tracked down and murdered.
So he ran. As fast as he could, troubled by thoughts.
He had won a revenge, but lost something he could almost call a friend, or atleast someone he knew.
The price was high, but it was worth it.
was it not?

All the Tusken had went to the chief-tent, and were organizing the hunt for him, so Resei met none on his way out.
He was tired, but the knowledge of that if he didn't get away he wouldn't see Moirine, or anybody else, ever again, kept him running.
He ran slow, getting slower and slower for nearly every step.
He knew that the hunters would eventually start disputing, and go back due to the loss of one chief, but they could still manage to hunt him for some miles.
If they got him, that could perhaps solve a bit of the problems, and ruin all he had achieved, making Tharn's death wasted.
So he ran, as if he had Darth Vader himself in his heels...