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Hello there! I’m Obi Wan Kenobi, although “Old Ben“ is how they’ve come to know me upon this sandy barren planet that’s become my home. See, lonely, I wonder dusty roads, adorned in scruffy robes; an undercover Jedi veteran that has seen loads. Battled with tons of clones (among them, Cody), drunk with Yoda, and now look out for Luke, his Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen. From my base among the Jundland Wastes I’m on the case. Just dunes and Tusken Raiders (fussy neighbours), but there’s lots of space to move. Though, aside from awaiting Luke, there ain’t much in this place to do. It’s as exciting as supervising convoluted trade disputes. It takes some patience to negotiate with federations who blockade the routes, 'til Nute Gunray betrays you then invades Naboo. Won’t get anything done in Mos Eisley if you ask nicely. The markets are hardly a posh high street, so it’s not likely. I know the rough side streets and mind tricks you have to do - sometimes it’s not just the S
