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After some hesitation, Luke quietly put his pistol back into his belt. As he didso, he wondered why he felt impelled to obey this little creature. "I am wondering," the creature spoke again, "why are you here?" "I'm looking for someone," Luke answered. "Looking? Looking?" the creature repeated curiously with a wide smilebeginning to crease his already-lined face. "You've found someone I'd say. Heh?Yes!" Luke had to force himself not to smile. "Yeah." "Help you I can…yes…yes." Inexplicably Luke found himself trusting the odd creature, but wasn't at all surethat such a tiny individual could be of help on his important quest. "I don't thinkso," he replied gently. "You see, I'm looking for a great warrior." "A great warrior?" The creature shook his head, the whitish hair floppingabout his pointed ears. "Wars don't make one great." A strange phrase, Luke thought. But before he could answer, Luke saw the tinyhominid hobble over to the top of the salvaged supply cases. Shocked, he watched