~*~ 5 years Before Luke and Obe Wan hired Han Solo’s Ship ~*~
It was a chilly autumn night in small town of Tatooine, and I was sitting outside Chalmun’s Cantina with nothing but an old blaster in my leg holster. My hair was put up into a ponytail with my shorter bangs cascading down the side of my face. My ponytail fell down to about the middle of my back when it was behind my shoulder, but most days I pull it over my shoulder. I was a wanderer with nothing to my name. I scavenged things that I thought may be worth a little money for food, but it was never really enough to get anything good to eat. I tended to settle for something small, just enough to get rid of the empty stomach feeling that I always had. Some look upon me and see a wandering nobody with a dangerous vibe, and they tend to look the other way when they walked by. I don’t really know why people look at me the way they do, but I guess there is no way of changing that after so many years of being stuck here in Tatooine.
I hadn’t realized how long I was sitting there until I saw the sun setting behind the rolling sand dunes that were my worst enemy as I traveled around. I was dropped off here when I was young to fend for myself, I would have never survived if I hadn’t stumbled across the scavengers in the deserts. Most people only deal with them when they have to, but to me they saved my life so I owed them. I was only 12 when I was sent here as a punishment from my family, but I never knew what it was that I had done to deserve being thrown onto this planet by people I didn’t even know. The Jawa’s found me cowering in an abandoned cargo ship, when they came to raid it for parts. When they saw me half alive, and being a young girl helped, they decided to help me. I am 23 now and the Jawa have long forgotten me as the rescued girl, and they have called me friend. They sent me here to retrieve something that they needed to fix their cargo machine, and they sent me to get it. I have been paying my dues with the Jawa by being their mechanic on the cargo machine. I kept their steel hauler rolling, but I guess they didn’t need me anymore.
I have been waiting outside the Cantina place for hours upon hours waiting for my “friends” to come back and pick me, and the part, up, but they never came back for me. So here I sat outside Chalmun’s Cantina with a spare mechanism to fix something that probably wasn’t even broken. So here I sit on a crumbling rock wall outside with a mechanism that I spent the last of my money on.
As I sat on the wall thinking I failed to notice the sun had disappeared from sight, and everyone was heading indoors. I decided to stand and walk into Chalmun’s Cantina just to have a look see if anyone was in need of a mechanic on his or her cargo ship. I would be happy to oblige.
It was a chilly autumn night in small town of Tatooine, and I was sitting outside Chalmun’s Cantina with nothing but an old blaster in my leg holster. My hair was put up into a ponytail with my shorter bangs cascading down the side of my face. My ponytail fell down to about the middle of my back when it was behind my shoulder, but most days I pull it over my shoulder. I was a wanderer with nothing to my name. I scavenged things that I thought may be worth a little money for food, but it was never really enough to get anything good to eat. I tended to settle for something small, just enough to get rid of the empty stomach feeling that I always had. Some look upon me and see a wandering nobody with a dangerous vibe, and they tend to look the other way when they walked by. I don’t really know why people look at me the way they do, but I guess there is no way of changing that after so many years of being stuck here in Tatooine.
I hadn’t realized how long I was sitting there until I saw the sun setting behind the rolling sand dunes that were my worst enemy as I traveled around. I was dropped off here when I was young to fend for myself, I would have never survived if I hadn’t stumbled across the scavengers in the deserts. Most people only deal with them when they have to, but to me they saved my life so I owed them. I was only 12 when I was sent here as a punishment from my family, but I never knew what it was that I had done to deserve being thrown onto this planet by people I didn’t even know. The Jawa’s found me cowering in an abandoned cargo ship, when they came to raid it for parts. When they saw me half alive, and being a young girl helped, they decided to help me. I am 23 now and the Jawa have long forgotten me as the rescued girl, and they have called me friend. They sent me here to retrieve something that they needed to fix their cargo machine, and they sent me to get it. I have been paying my dues with the Jawa by being their mechanic on the cargo machine. I kept their steel hauler rolling, but I guess they didn’t need me anymore.
I have been waiting outside the Cantina place for hours upon hours waiting for my “friends” to come back and pick me, and the part, up, but they never came back for me. So here I sat outside Chalmun’s Cantina with a spare mechanism to fix something that probably wasn’t even broken. So here I sit on a crumbling rock wall outside with a mechanism that I spent the last of my money on.
As I sat on the wall thinking I failed to notice the sun had disappeared from sight, and everyone was heading indoors. I decided to stand and walk into Chalmun’s Cantina just to have a look see if anyone was in need of a mechanic on his or her cargo ship. I would be happy to oblige.