Chapter One
Tatooine, a desert planet with two suns, protected from the Empire's interference because of the scum of the universe that resided on its surface. If they tried to take control they'd have far worst then a rag tag rebel alliance to worry about.
Tattooine, home of scum like Han Solo, mercenaries like Greedo, crime lords like Jabba, and idealistic youths who thought they knew everything-like me.
For nearly two decades I was raised under the care of my Uncle Owen and his wife Beru. Moisture farming wasn't a fancy life, and it definitely wasn't easy. But it was my life, even if I spent every night before sleeping considering what I'd do if I could get off that planet. The day everything changed began with hearing my Uncle Owen cursing outside.
I lifted my head from my book, a sole luxury I had managed to save for. It was a Biography of Padmae Amidala, a hero of the Clone Wars, brilliant politician, and the youngest queen Naboo had ever seen-during a turbulent period she was able to help navigate through. Then one day after the Jedi fell, she vanished, her fate unknown. Mysterious fate aside, I idolized her. I fantasized about becoming an astute political figure of influence and cleaning up the planet of crime, thus enabling it to be the place Uncle Ben had dreamed of. A place where people could depend on one another.
The cursing started up again, or perhaps it didn't stop, and I tucked my book under my bed before leaning out the window. There was Uncle Ben, dragging the droid that kept track of our finances, among other chores. It appeared to be smoking.
"Something the matter, Uncle Ben?" I called out. He glanced up and sighed.
"Looks like we'll be heading to the Jawas Caravan, Leia. Get ready to go."
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