Tatooine. The desert planet from which Anakin and Luke Skywalker emerged from obscurity to leave their own distinctive marks upon the galaxy. Wei always had thought it strange that a planet destined for obscurity would provide the two people who were arguably the most influential people in the history of the galaxy.

Wei sat in the famous Mos Eisley Cantina. He sat at the bar, casting his gaze around at the unseemly aliens who looked like they all worked for the Hutts and the poor human moisture farmers who looked older than they were thanks to the harsh climate brought by the planet's two suns.

"Moisture farming. Climate-wise, this planet might be dry, but booze-wise it is wet!" Wei signaled for the bartender to refill his glass with the cheapest Corellian alcohol he had.

"I wonder which table it was where Han Solo was supposed to have shot first?"

While the whiskey Jedi pondered over why some people felt it was so important a renegade would shoot first, he did not notice the people around him.