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- “Actually?” Obi-Wan straightened out of his self-effacing slump.
- Smiled, like a Jedi. “No. I don’t think so. You don’t need to search us
- for weapons.”
- A dreamy look crept over the Sep officer’s broad, badly shaven
- face. “I don’t need to search you for weapons.”
- “My cousin and I are completely harmless.”
- The officer nodded vaguely. “Yes. You and your cousin are completely
- harmless. Hold out your wrists, please.”
- “Why?” said Obi-Wan.
- “All security-cleared citizens must be microchipped. Standard
- procedure. Only hurts for a minute.”
- Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan. But his former Master nodded, so
- he held out his wrist. The officer unclipped a different scanner from
- his belt and injected him. The man was right. It did sting.
- “Thank you,” said Obi-Wan, once his own chip was implanted.
- “Now run along. And after you’ve logged us into your security system
- as cleared, and granted us a full month’s docking permit, be so kind
- as to forget everything about us.”
- “I certainly will,” said the officer, his eyes glazed. “You gentlemen
- have a good stay. Pay close attention to all posted regulations and
- don’t ignore the curfew. Anyone found on the streets after sunset is
- shot on sight.”
- Anakin watched as the Sep walked out without the slightest
- protest. Then he shook his head, and looked at Obi-Wan.
- “Master Kenobi, you are disturbingly good at that.”
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