Tatooine. Just setting foot on the planet made a rage boil from deep within. He lost so much to this word -- the place that always took from him and never gave back. His life. His mother.

And now it turned out this is where Obi-Wan had thought to fled. A certain irony struck him about the whole thing. Of course his former master would pick this world. He knew the pain it caused and it was almost the same as rubbing salt in a wound.

Which Anakin, now Darth Vader, knew the full extent of. His hate never once died down since their last duel on the molten planet. Out of all the Jedi to escape his grasp, Obi-Wan was the one that bothered him the most. And having been left to die, only enriched that desire to hunt him down.

But it just had to be on this planet. This dreaded, terrible, awful planet. If he didn't want to take care of this personally, he would have never bothered. But since he had; he was here and he was irritated.

He moved through the sandy plains from where he landed his small ship. Steady, and silently, though from a distance he looked much like a dark shadow stalking across the sand.

Obi-Wan was here. He knew it. Somewhere.

Soon he would find him. Soon, his former master would taste the real wrath of the dark side.