[Lord_Zack]

Tatooine, home of Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker and Jabba the Hutt. A haven for criminals and rouges of the worst kind. even after after Jabba's death, the criminals remained.
It was here, at the spaceport of Mos Eisley, that Thega landed the Starrunner.

Unfortunetly for her, the Starrunner was almost exactly like a ship called the Millenium Falcon.

"Halt, Halfling!" the Imperial Officer barked.

"Whats wrong, Corpral?"

"You're ship matches the description of one piloted by rebels, we are searching it," even though the Rebel Alliance had renamed itself the New Republic, many Imperials still thought of it as the Rebel Alliance.

"I'm not a Rebel, I'm a mercinary. You're free to search my ship, you won't find anything incriminating," she said looking around the docking bay. The number was 94,and it was filled with parts for ship repair. An engine here, parts of an escape pod there. The escape pod was of an imperial corvette, Thega noticed. Odd, Thega didn't know of any battles at Tatooine.

"All right halfling, you're free to go. But don't cause any trouble or we'll be coming for you,"the stormtroopers left.

Thega was thirsty, so she looked for a cantina. She found one called the Mos Eisley cantina. It was apparently the best in town. As she entered she saw humans, bimms, rodians, barada, trandoshans, and others. They talked, a band played music and drank. She sat down between an aqualish and a gnaled human. The Aqualish said some thing, but Thega didn't understand.

"Hey, what do you want?" she said.

"He doesn't like you," the human said.

"So?"

"I don't like you either,"

"Why should I care?"

The human looked angry,"I have a deathmark..."

"Leave me alone or lose you're other hand,"

The two thugs took out there weapons. Thega proceed to slash off both there hands. They fled.

"I'd like a Soelian Ale, barkeep,"

"Sure, little lady, but no more chopping off hands, ok?"

She drank it and left the cantina. A man who had been in the cantina was there.

"You shouldn't draw attention to your self, Thega Windwillow,"

He drew back his hood. He was a brown-haired, brown-eyed man, with a beard.

"Dail Tumara, planar ranger, I presume?" she said.

"That's right,"he said.

"Well I need your assistance. My friend, Zack Gedan, has been possed by a powerful demon."

"Archimonde, servant of Sargeras, leader of the Burning Legion. He attempts to return to life, through you're friend,"he waves away an impending question from Thega,"I have my sources, and now they tell me you are in danger, we must go. Get a room at the Ahirman Inn, but stay at my room tonight."

Tatooine's twin moon's had went down. A creature emerged from it's lair. This monstrous, pale creature walked through the street's of Mos Eisley. It had to send a few creatures to sleep to get by them. He felt an urge to feed, but resisted it. No, he had a more serious mission. The halfling must die.

He jumped up in the air and flew to the window. He opened it. This was no simple undead vampire, it was a Nathresim, a Dreadlord. He flew into the window. He conquered a dagger. He stabbed the bump in the bed, and feathers flew up into the air. A pillow, he had stabbed a pillow! He bellowed, a haunting sound.

"A Dreadlord, an officer in Archimonde's army. Our enemy must want you dead alot,"

Archimonde wanted her dead! A frightening concept, but it distracted Archimonde from his real mission.

"We'll stay until tommorow night, then we leave,"

Archimonde sat on a throne in the Twisting Nether. This room had pillars supporting a ceiling and tunnels leading outward. There were art objects on pedastels around the room. Archimonde noticed a figure enter the room.

"Hello, Kil'jaden," said Archimonde.

"So you have returned Archimonde,"said Kil'Jaden. Kil'Jaeden was an Eredar, like Archimonde, as about as powerful as he once was. The Eredar were skilled in Warlock magic, they were adept in controlling and summoning there Demonic allies as well as corrupting enemies. Kil'jaden was a large humanoid, with reptilian scales and spiky hair.

"Yes," he said, "I have,".

"We do not have enough lost souls to recreate your body yet. I have allready begun talks with the Night Hags of Hades, but we doubt that will be successful, we need to invade some Material Planes. The war in Azeroth is not going as we planned. However, we do have the Naga and Bloodelves due to Illidan."

"Good,"

A dreadlord entered, a nervous expression on his face.

" Gel'Vemin, is the halfling dead?"

"No my lord, I was unable to find her..:

Before he is able to finish Archimonde blasts him with a bolt of fire, he burns for a moment and then is destroyed.

Kil'jaeden is shocked," Archimonde, we don't have that many demons! You cannot..."

"Relax Kil'jaeden, those who are not worthy must be purged, now tell me of Azeroth,"he said. But then he got a sharp pain in his head. He howled in pain.

"Human wretch," Archimonde told Zack mentally,"If you do not stop that, you will be in pain!"

"I'll stop as soon as you leave my body, demon!"sending him a wave of pain.

"Arghh, wretched human!"

"The human is exerting control?"Kil'jaeden asked.

"Just tell me about Azeroth," he said, having gotten Zack under control again.

Thega and Dain walked through Mos Eisley. Suddenly a few snake-like people walked through the crowd. There was two muscular males and two slim females.

"Halt, we are the Naga. Lord Illidan has ordered us to kill you."

"Who are these guys Dain, demons?"

"No they aren't but they serve a demon ally of Archimonde. They have elven allies, some of them are probably here too,"

"Talking about us?"

Two elves, dressed in red robes stood up on nearby buildings. They spook words of power and raised there hands over there heads. Two meteors fell to Tatooine, they then transformed into giants of earth and fire.

"These enemies are beyond us, run Thega!"she and Dain ran.