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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   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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