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Anson walked off of the ship, his blaster rifle and sniper rilfe both slung over his back. He walked through the big metal doors into Mos Eisley. He was thankful to be on his homeworld, but at the same time it had bad memories. He was here for one thing and one thing only, to kill a small crime lord that Anson hadn't seen since his childhood. The man who killed his parents...