In the mist of a water planet somewhere in space, there is deep heavy breathing under a helmet...
"in.. out...."
"in.. out..."
After a sudden deep breath a command is roared, "find them... FIND THEM NOW!"
...Meanwhile, on a planet far away, at AirGun Nation,. "Luke, think you air has no power?"
"No master that's why I carry a flash light," replies Luke.
"Time you must... find your internal influence Luke, and command the power of....air", says Master.
"But master, the flash light?!", Luke replies.
Master closes his eyes and says softly, "Luke, lay your flash down in front of where you stand, and close your eyes"
Master uses his internal influence to cast the flashlight it in the pond, to short the batteries.
Master quietly then says, "Now Luke, open your eyes. Ataman has sent you airgun technologies inside a black box, from the planet Czech. There, pick it up."
Luke slowly picks up the black box.
With his eyes still closed master says, "Now, close you eyes, and open the box... feel the internal influence flow thru your Katran. Ah yes... good, good, that's it. Learn you will Luke."
Master continues, "Enter the contest you must, Luke, or you will not win"
"Ok Master, here is my number... 1701.00", says Luke.
Master replies, "Good, good... I feel the force with you. But patient you must be Luke, before you feel the influence surging thru you body", Master smiles as he turns away and enters his own number.