Technology pleases me. I personally retrofitted my speeder bike with an advanced ignition system. It is agile and fast. The Jedi don't have a chance of outrunning me.
I speed across the desert floor. The heat slams down on me, and I'm glad. It will slow down the Jedi. I bend over, eyes focused on the landscape, searching for the movement that will show me my enemy. All I see is sand and dust and dunes. Yellow ground, blue sky.
The background of the battle will be as crucial as the battle itself. The sand will make my footing difficult. But I must turn every obstacle into an advantage. I will use the softness of the ground to weaken the Jedi, thus making them clumsy. I am never clumsy.
A puff of sound alerts me. I see a spot on the horizon. As I speed closer, the spot separates in two. To my surprise, it is a man with a small boy. For a moment, I am confused. Is this my prey?
Then I watch how the grown man moves, and I know the figure in the distance is indeed a Jedi. But what is he doing with that boy?
The boy...there is something about the boy. I sense ripples in the Force around him. Yet it is unfocused, uncontrolled. Why is he with this Jedi?
Motivations are uninteresting. Results are what matter. I have one Jedi in my sights. This Jedi will lead me to the second. Even dead, he will lead me, for the second will go after him.
I gain on them. My engine is almost silent. I could knock down the Jedi and start from there. Or would it be more satisfying to leap from the bike and engage him directly?
I want to see his eyes.
The Jedi picks up his pace. The boy lags behind. He is in the way, so I will simply smash into him.
I am almost on them when the Jedi turns and sees me. He shouts something to the boy, and without looking or hesitating one moment, the boy falls flat on the ground. How peculiar, I note, as I zoom past him. Most boys would have hesitated or turned. His instincts are sharp for one so young. Perhaps the Force is more focused than I thought.
As soon as I pass, I dismiss the boy resentfully. He is nothing. The Jedi is my prey.
Yes, Jedi. See where your overblown reputation will leave you. Dead at my feet.
In one perfect movement I stopped the engine and leap off the speeder, my lightsaber activated. The Jedi meets my first blow, blocking it. He must have expected my flying attack.
If an opponent can read you, the fight is over. I don't like that the Jedi was perfectly prepared for my beginning move. Within seconds I lay aside my usual combos and strategies. This Jedi seems to know what move I'll make before I do.
But he cannot match my strength. I sense this. And I feel his surprise at this. Yet he does not let his puzzlement slow him down. I tell myself that this man has never met an enemy like me before, and it frightens him.
Your fear is justified. Prepare to die.
I accelerate my pace, calling on my anger to increase my power. My footwork has never been so brilliant. I use the shifting sand as resistance. My lightness and quickness will defeat this man, with his large body, his heavy movements.
But he is graceful, this Jedi. The sand doesn't seem to hamper him. He is never off-balance, no matter where or how I strike.
Our blows begin to make me tremble. He meets my strength. Our lightsabers clash and sizzle. Dust and sand rise around us. I never lose my rhythm.
The Jedi calls to the boy, telling him to go back to the ship. The cowardly boy runs off. After I defeat my enemy, I will find the second Jedi.
But I must admit that this Jedi is a challenge. If I leap, he is with me. If I turn, he follows me. He meets my ferocity with his own. His lightsaber swirls and hums, and several times comes closer than he likes.
It is because of my previous wound. It has slowed me down somewhat. It is almost ignorable, but it is there. The Jedi has an advantage. I am not at my best.
This realization sends more rage pumping into my body. I am angry at myself, but I use that anger to fuel the dark side. I feel the Force come from the Jedi and repel it, showing him that I, too, have a connection, which is stronger than his. I launch a furious counterattack. I feel the Jedi beginning to tire, and triumph rises like a red mist before my eyes. I gain the advantage. I will defeat him.
I have been surprised at his skill, but now I am confident of victory. I will savor each moment of this battle.
Despite his fatigue, his blows still have power. He is a large man with impressive strength. He will fall heavily, like a monument.
I feel a savage course of pleasure course through me. His weakness feeds my power. I drive him back, spin around when he parries, drive him back again. The dust chokes my throat, but I don't notice it.
Suddenly, the ship is here. And in the blink of an eye, I lose sight of the Jedi. Does he disappear in the dust? Flip past me? I'm not sure.
Had I maneuvered him where I wanted him?
Or had he maneuvered me?
I see him make a leap and land on the ramp of the ship.
No! I am after him, but I am too late.
I stand and watch the ship as it rises. Soon it is just a speck in the distance.
I taste sand in my mouth. The Jedi is gone.
I have not felt shame like this before. It is a darkness darker than any I have known. But it is not a pleasing darkness.
I have failed. Now I must tell my Master.
There is no reason to remain on Tatooine. I know what I must do. I must return to Coruscant and face Lord Sidious. I am prepared to do this, but I do not look forward to it.