Stars twinkled above the night sky above the orange desert turned blue. On nights like this, they were usually the times when the change of weather would turn from hot to cold. This planet with two suns always made the weather hot, but only when the suns went down did they have nice refreshing coolness.
A single ship was flying down to the surface below, looking for a place to park themselves for good. The family on board has been traveling for years, hopping from planet to planet to try and find themselves a home. Any home would have been okay. As long as they could get far away from what they were trying to evade.
Several weeks had passed since they left the last planet they visited, Glee Anselm, and they were trying to find any place they could to call home. And now their chance had finally come.
The rooms on board the ship were mostly pretty messy. The hallways were clean, and so was the cockpit. But most of the rooms, including the kitchen and bedroom were messy. Mainly because of the parts and supplies they hauled. They had yet to get work on the storage room of the freighter.
Inside the bedroom with the twin-sized bed, there was the whimpering and crying sounds coming from someone within the crib. The doors slid open, revealing the shadow of a twenty-something year old woman. She heard the whimpering sounds and she walked over to answer the cries. Her arms slowly reached inside, slowly picking up the baby to hold her in her arms.
"Shh... shhh... it's okay," the woman whispered. "I got you. I got you... it's okay."
Another figure emerged in the doorway. A woman with metal armor on her body, leaning against the side of the door and watching her partner take care of the infant in her arms. This baby was upset now, but she would feel happy again. They would be there for her all the way, especially for when she gets older...
--
Over the next 17 years, the two women helped raise the little baby so she could be strong and healthy. Of course, it wasn't without its challenges. Many nights with the baby crying, either needing to be changed, or scared, or hungry, or who knows. The two mothers bounced between duties of watching over the baby and making sure it wasn't hurt or scared in any shape or way.
But as time progressed, the baby started to grow, just like with her parents. The infant was waddling on her own legs perfectly fine, even under the little robes that one of the mothers had made for her. She figured out how to walk to one spot and the other without too much trouble, which made both her mothers proud. Their little bundle of joy was starting to learn on her own. And from an earlier time, the parents had learned this baby had powers.
A five-year-old girl was now able to perfectly talk, walk, and move all on her own without any struggles or extra help. That didn't stop her from needing to learn or understand the world around her, but she was more than capable of getting on her own two legs. And even though the big droids on their ship were odd in appearance, colors, and speaking, she wasn't afraid of them. They were family to her, and these droids were there to help the little girl when the parents were not around. These bots even helped out when reading a bedtime story for the little girl.
While Tatooine was a big dustball of a planet, with the harsh heat and billions of questionable characters, the parents ensured as Flurry got older, they'd tell her about every possible ounce of danger that could exist. Thankfully, she didn't leave anywhere without a droid as a bit of an aid, mainly for defense if she couldn't defend herself. And as she grew, she displayed more caution and self-awareness as she hit her teens, which was both a blessing and a curse. Mainly a curse for the parents if they tried to inflict any punishment for their daughter if she did something that was not right.
Regardless, they still loved her. And they were going to keep her safe and help her live on her own the best they could. They promised they would...
--
Finally after a long journey, the ship parked within an open piece of a hollowed out cavern of a canyon, big enough to park their ship. And as luck would have it, there was a path that could get off the canyon wall if anyone was on a speeder-bike or ship or whatever.
The hatch opened up, and the two mothers stepped out. The woman in robes holding the baby close while her armored partner stood by her side. The two of them looked at the other side of the canyon wall, seeing some adobe homes with a few lights on here and there. Perfect spot to hide, and potentially make some new friends.
And if there were kind individuals here, it would be a great place to raise their baby. Even more so, they would be safe from the dangers that lurked over their shoulders. Far from the threats outside of the galaxy. And as the two parents looked at the night skies, the armored woman moved in to hug her wife and give her a peck on her cheek as the two stared at the stars together.
"Lyra. We're home."
Episode IV
RISE OF THE REBELLION
War rages across the galaxy! Since the end of the long and arduous CLONE WARS, a new menace has taken over the Galactic Senate in the form of the EMPIRE. Their goal; to bring order and perfection to a chaotic law-breaking galaxy by inflicting their will on every citizen in the Outer Rim.
Hoping to turn the tables on the malevolent Empire, a Rebel alliance formed by General SUNSET SHIMMER has risen to fight back against the Empire to bring freedom and justice for all.
On the Imperial controlled world of Coruscant, we find a group of Rebels sneaking into enemy territory, to discover what this evil force has planned for the galaxy...
Coruscant
The city-covered planet of Coruscant was well known throughout the galaxy, mainly as the heart and capital of the galaxy, featuring a diverse mix of citizens and culture. Skyscrapers towered in the skies, filled with streams of speeder-filled air traffic, and inner levels that stretch far below the world’s surface. Coruscant was also the home of the main government for the Galactic Republic and was the site of numerous historic events during the Clone Wars. Alas, those days were now over. Nowadays, it was the Galactic Empire that ruled with an iron fist, claiming to unite and bind the galaxy together for peace.
Some citizens were open to it, claiming that their control was a lot stronger and safer than the Republic. However, some individuals felt otherwise. Some colorful characters believed that the Empire was impeding on their rights, imposing their will, taking away their freedoms that they enjoyed. Some tried to stand against them, most ending with them being imprisoned for 'treason'. Not everyone was taken away for treason though; some received far worse punishments, almost close to death itself. But some found a way to escape their fate, either through escape or other nefarious means.
Underneath the Galactic Senate building, a small strike force was walking around the archival walls, looking for an archival room. The Empire had something planned, and they needed to find it now. Twelve hours ago they had received a tip from someone within' the Senate (with no idea who it was) about a new weapon being built by the Empire with funds from the Senate. Now they just needed to find the plans and get them out of there, fast.
A set of doors opened up, showing a few soldiers in casual clothes, worn to blend in with the citizens on Coruscant. Better to look like everyone else than to stick out like a sore thumb. The group made it around the corner, seeing another locked door. On the other side was a massive vault-like room. A giant array of files, plans, blueprints, many various documents all throughout the inside.
"Here it is. SP-1K, can you access it?" the commander asked.
A small purple C1 unit astromech with green paneling and two eyes, rolled up to the terminal. "I told you, you can just call me Spike, no need for the capital letters or numbers." A small hand extended out as he accessed the module. The hand swiveled around until the door finally opened up. "We're in."
The rebel team dashed inside and started flipping through the computers, looking for the data. It had to be here somewhere, it just had to be. Finally, after a stressful search, a blueprint plan finally came up on screen.
"Found it! This is just what we need," one of the rebels replied, inserting a disc into the drive to download.
"We have to hurry, the Empire will soon find us," one of the rebels pleaded.
"Almost got it... almost..."
The final pieces of data made it inside the disc, and he pulled it out from the main computer. "Okay, I have it! Come on, we better get out!" The group of rebels set out on the run, immediately booking it away from the information center. And they made extra sure not to stumble and fall. "Captain Syndulla, we have the plans, we're on our way back to you!" The rebel soldier shouted.
"Only one problem with that," said the voice from their coms.
"What's that?"
"The Empire knows we're here! Do you have the plans?"
"Blast it! We're gonna try and make our run! Come on everyone, double time! Spike? Spike!"
"Right here!"
"Dah, good. Okay buddy, we got the plans, get the doors ready--"
And the entire room was almost pitch black as the power shut down. There was an alarm system going off, thanks to the blaring, but it wasn't loud enough to hurt their ears.
"... before something like that happens," the rebel sarcastically remarked.
"They must have found us. Spike, get power back to the doors, we need to leave now!"
The C1 unit nodded, twisting his little claw to access the doors. No power could easily be fixed, all Spike would have to do is find the power source and activate it again. But the rebels standing around anxiously didn't help matters either. Until they heard the sound of something that made their hearts sink.
In the darkness, just up ahead, they heard the sound of a door sliding open. The rebel troopers stood together in attack positions, ready to open fire if a potential threat came running their way. Sweat ran down their heads, and their arms were shaking as they tried not to panic or freak out. Whoever opened that door was near, they knew that. But who was coming to greet them?
But then another sound erupted, making all of them feel like their hearts were about to explode. The sounds of heavy breathing... artificial breathing. Artificial breathing focused through filters, echoing throughout the hallway. And the next noise that followed was a sharp mechanical snap-hiss as all eyes saw a bloodshine-red plasma blade shine forth in the dark.
"It's her! She's real!"
"OPEN FIRE!"
Everyone without question opened fire on the dark figure within the halls. However, the figure did not seem to be fazed by their shots or attacks. Her red humming lightsaber swung back and forth, deflecting the blasts from their guns, sending them hitting the other walls and creating bright short sparks. She wasn't struggling, nor falling to their attacks.
Two of the blasts deflected at two of the soldiers, killing them instantly. Another one was yanked by some unknown force and shanked right through the deadly weapon, and just flung to the side like a piece of trash. Everyone kept trying to back away, but it was no use. She was going to hack through them all. One of the rebels was tossed ot the ceiling, and slammed right down, killing him instantly. Three of them had their guns yanked from their hands, and the dark lord slashed their bodies immediately, hearing them scream in terror.
Just then, the C1 unit finally got the doors to open up, but it was too late. She was getting closer. And so, the man holding the data disc turned towards him with tons of sweat and anxiety streaming down his face. He could feel her getting closer, and time was of the essence! It was now or never!
“Spike, listen to me. Take this information, get it to Hera, fast! Now go!”
Whimpering in fear, Spike did just that, taking the disc in his tiny claw. He folded his claw back up with the disc, and immediately made a run for it, speeding down the corridor to try and run back outside to where he needed to be. And just like that, the last rebel remaining was staring face to face with the demon in charge of this hell known as the Empire.
The rebel didn't have long to react, and by the time he started to, it was too late. There was a hot sting as the burning blade slashing across his body, and he dropped to the floor, now dead like the rest of his comrades.
--
Outside was an entirely different story. While most of the civilians who lived there tried to stay out of any battle or attack zones and just go about their business, it was made hard with the massive firefight taking place outside of a few buildings. Several innocents were caught in the fray, and while the Rebels did help get them to escape, they were still having troubles of their own; the Midnight troopers. The main fighting force of the Empire, soldiers in dark purple and black armor.
Swarms of the Midnight troopers were around the base the Rebels were trying to infiltrate, and now they were having one heck of a time trying to finish them all off. The Rebels did get hit a few times, but trying to keep them all down was the real issue. Many of them had trained a long time for battle, and they weren’t so easy to defeat. One of the Rebels, a woman in a dark fuschia colored Mandalorian helmet, holding two blasters fired nonstop towards the enemy in front of her. She was accompanied by several people, with various species and races. Regardless of that fact, they all shared one goal; to fight and win this war.
“They’re breaking through the front lines!”
One of the rebels, a pilot with an orange jumpsuit and simple blaster kept firing as well, but also trying to keep in touch with the com on his ear.
“I’ve lost contact with the infiltration team!”
A Lasat with a heavy gun spun around with a worrisome face. “There’s too many of them!” He spun back around and shot some more heavy shots, ducking an explosion that barely missed him. Someone else came running through the field, a lime-green Twi’lek with a single blaster fired at multiple troopers who were running. She kept shooting with everything she got, not holding back.
“Where is Spike!?”
The screeching of an astromech droid pierced their ears, racing into the courtyard, stammering and shaking with anticipation. “I’m back, I’m here!”
“Do you have the intel?”
“I got it!”
“Okay, we have what we need, everyone, we must—”
“Hera! Get down, incoming!”
Spike and the Twi’lek looked back to the fight, recognizing the soldier who was arriving in the battle. A woman with bulky but gleaming silver armor all over her body, inspired by the Clone troopers and Storm troopers from many decades ago, and with a black pauldron on her shoulder. She was the captain leading this assault.
“Converge on the Rebels. We must not let anyone escape!”
“Everybody, fall back!” Hera hollered.
The Rebels started to make a run for it, quickly fleeing the battle to retreat. All they had to do was make it out in one piece and they’d be home free, or so they thought. Even as they ran, the Midnight troopers took out many more of their soldiers on the run. Running took the Rebels straight to a massive platform where a number of shuttles and spacecraft where waiting for them to take, including a single escape pod.
“The Rebels are evacuating the outposts on Dantooine and Florrum. We must reach the others on Yavin IV,” Hera declared. “Everyone, get to your shuttles, now!”
The Midnight troopers kept coming, shooting more Rebels as they tried to flee. More of their numbers dropped, and they were now steadily dwindling to almost nothing. One of the shuttles started to take off, but a single rocket shot its engines and it came back to the ground, spinning out of control until it was away from the platform and exploded upon crashing to the ground.
Spike, finally catching up with them approached Hera. “What do I do?”
“Spike, you must take the escape pod. We'll keep them occupied, but you need to keep those plans safe. You'll need to stop here,” Hera said, pulling up a hologram. “Tatooine. You will go there to Mos Eisley, we’ll have Rebels there to meet you. Find them, and they will take you back to Yavin IV. Now go! Sunset Shimmer is counting on you!”
“I won’t let you down!”
Spike gave one small salute and made a run for the long distance pod, thankfully avoiding more of the laserfire that was coming his way. His legs rolled into the pod and he closed the hatch behind him, watching as more of his allies fall, making him whimper in fear. But he couldn’t look back anymore, he had to run, now.
The engines of the pod activated, and he took off for the skies, watching only the chaos that occurred below. Hera and her crew managed to escape the fight and run up the hatch into their homeship, the Ghost, with another C1 unit waiting for them.
“Womp womp womp?”
“Sorry Chopper, Spike’s on his own. We have to keep their attention on us! Prep the engines!”
The hatch closed as soon as all of the crew made it on board, and it began to take off from the platform. The Midnight troopers opened fire on the Ghost, but their shots were ineffective against the shields. Soon the ship blasted away from the battle as it took off for the atmosphere, with two more shuttles loaded with Rebels racing after it. Sadly, another rocket launched, and so another shuttle went down. Now only the Ghost and the last shuttle were far from the dark purple troopers, escaping their wrath and fire.
Realizing that they could no longer get another shot, the silver-helmeted captain raised up her fist, getting them to stop firing and lower their weapons. She looked at their ships escaping the atmosphere, and then down to the ground, gazing at the dead bodies of every Rebel they had killed.
“How many of those ships escaped?”
“Only two ships and an escape pod, Captain Phasma. The others have been completely destroyed.”
The captain did her best to hold back her anger and not take it out on her troopers, not wanting to waste them as her Lord so mercilessly did. “Contact Lord Midnight. We must track down those ships and get back the plans.”
You could find many planets to take a stop at throughout the galaxy.
You could go to the Outer Rim territories, with a variety of places to take a stop at, like the peaceful Twi'leks of Ryloth, or the pacifist ruled Mandalore. Though there were a few planets within the Outer Rim that most knew to avoid. Like the hot and boiling Mustafar which was nothing but an entire volcanic rock. Or Geonosis, home to the Geonosian bugs who played a hand in the Clone Wars, aiding the long deceased Storm Army.
But one planet that many liked to come to was Tatooine; a harsh desert world orbiting twin suns in the galaxy’s Outer Rim. The place was lawless, ruled by powerful Hutt gangsters who you did not want to mess with. Many of the settlers made a living on moisture farms, while spaceport cities such as Mos Eisley served as home base for many notorious smugglers, criminals, and other rogues who had bounties placed on them. Tatooine’s many dangers included sandstorms, bands of savage Tusken Raiders, even the deadly Sarlacc Pits. The planet was also known for its dangerous Podraces, rampant gambling, and legalized slavery.
Outside of Mos Eisley, and far into the desert, there was an inhabited canyon by the name of Beggar's. Many adobe made houses were built into the canyon walls, supported by the strong mountain walls and awnings constructed out of strong and sturdy material. Sitting on the middle of the canyon walls, joined by many other adobe houses, was a parked freighter ship, sitting inside a small hollow cavern. Covered in a few awnings, and with some clothes hanging out to dry on some clotheslines.
One of the occupant of this formerly proud freighter was a teenage girl, rolling around in her hammock shaped bed. Her eyes opened when her ears heard the sounds of her alarm clock ringing, and so she forced herself to get herself moving. She pressed the button for the alarm and rolled out of the hammock bed, stretching. Her bare feet slapped on the floor as she adjusted her t-shirt and shorts, waking herself up.
"Good morning Sweetie Drop!"
Her bare feet slid across the floor right in front of her dresser, and pulled out her mirror, eyes widening to see her purple and blue hair sticking up as a giant poofy mess. Shrugging, she walked straight to the vac-tubes to use the bathroom, and came back out again. Just as she was about to get herself dressed, her stomach growled with hunger.
She dashed out of her room and into the kitchen, greeting the two parents there with a smile. Already, her mouth watered with the delicious smell of space waffles made with some of the finest ingredients here on Tatooine. The first parent was a green-skinned woman, wearing a tan tank top and work-pants, with her hair tied up in a pony-tail. The ring on her hand visibly shined as she turned to greet her daughter with a smile.
"Good morning Flurry."
"Morning Mom," she said, giving her a side-hug, and getting a peck on her cheek.
"Morning kiddo," said the other mother. She was a pale yellow skin, blue eyes, and with two-toned dark blue and pink hair. She was dressed in a special set of armor; Mandalorian armor, more specifically, and sitting by her feet was a dark blue helmet that matched the rest of her suit, still intact with the graphics of her partner's tattoo and of her own.
"Morning Mama," Flurry greeted, giving her other mom a morning hug and kiss.
"Sleep okay?"
"Mmmhmm," Flurry nodded, still trying to adjust her hair from sticking all over the place. She then took note of another figure entering the kitchen. "Morning Eleven."
An assassin droid, an IG unit to be more precise, walked into the kitchen. This assassin droid had been reprogrammed and rebuilt a long time ago by the Mandalorian parent, repurposed to be a helpful ally to the family, as well as a nurse and bodyguard for their daughter who had yet to master fighting.
"Good morning, Flurry," IG-11 greeted, receiving a hug from the seventeen-year-old. His bony arms moved around and patted her back, greeting her with that same friendly form of appreciation that most people used. "I trust you slept well?"
"I did, thank you. Are you doing okay, Eleven? Nothing is damaged?"
"The Tusken Raiders from the outside settlement did not damage my central wiring," IG-11 replied.
"Glad to hear, Eleven," Lyra frowned, patting his shoulder. "I'm just glad that you're okay."
"So am I," IG-11 replied.
Once breakfast was made, Lyra walked over to the table and set down a plate of waffles for everyone to grab. Soon everyone dug in, and Flurry was very audibly enjoying the delicious waffles.
"Mmm, thanks for the waffles, Mom," Flurry grinned, nibbling on her breakfast.
"No problem kiddo," Lyra chuckled, enjoying her meal as well.
"So are there any bounties you're collecting today?"
"Yeah. A few more claim jumpers, tax frauds, things like that. Nothing that exciting I'm afraid," Bon Bon said, taking another sip of her coffee. "Although... I did have my eye on a possible target that could bring in some extra cash."
"Who?"
"Some bounty hunter that didn't pay up front when needed. And it turns out the almighty Jabba the Hutt wants them in for a substantial reward," Bon Bon said, displaying a hologram of the fugitive in question; a Nitko with a jagged scar running down his face.
"Okay, no, no, absolutely not. I do not want to get mixed in with the Hutts," Lyra said sternly. "Not to mention, I'm technically a fugitive?"
"Lyra, in case you forgot, we're all fugitives. Besides, I've done business with Jabba in the past, once you get past the stench, the miserable slaves, and the dead bodies underneath your feet, he's actually a reasonable man," Bon Bon said, sipping her coffee. "I know you don't want to do business with him, but we could use some extra money."
Lyra couldn't argue with that. They were getting by fine with the money they had, but the family did have some plans for the future they wanted to do, and they needed more cash just to get the ship moving.
"... Okay, maybe I'll consider it. But changing topics, Flurry, I take it you're excited to see the Boonta Eve race later today?" Lyra asked.
"Mmmhmm!" Flurry squeaked excitedly. "I've been waiting for months, and now it's finally here! I'm so excited, I could just die!"
Her parents just rolled their eyes playfully, chuckling as they got the rest of their breakfast.
"I can go see it right, can I?" Flurry begged. "I'll bring IG-11 with me as always, please?"
"Yes, you can go."
Flurry squeed with joy as she was about to get up--
"After..."
And she whimpered.
"After you clean your room and we have another session of training."
Their daughter naturally pouted. "Aw, Mom..."
"Flurry..." Lyra said sternly.
"... I'll get it clean in a few minutes," Flurry said, racing off in a puff of smoke.
--
Flurry stood on top of the cliff area, above Beggar's canyon, standing with her mother, IG-11, and a handful of other droids. Most of them were repurposed commando droids, dating back to the Clone Wars. But regardless, all of them were there to help teach her. Flurry's mothers knew that their daughter had the Force; an ancient mystical power used only by Jedi, warriors of peace from a long time ago. Lyra herself was also a Jedi, and so she decided as Flurry was getting older, to help teach her to understand the ways of the Force and to teach her how to properly use them.
Today's lesson was rather simple; blocking with a lightsaber. She gripped the lightsaber hanging off to her side (made out of spare parts laying around on the ship) and gripped it tightly. She ignited the blade, flashing a bright green glow in the light. Legs standing straight in a fighting stance, shoulders relaxed, and arms bent with both hands holding the weapon.
"Good. You remembered the stance. Now, I'm going to have the droids fire on you one at a time. Every time one fires, I want you to deflect the blast towards the few metal cans I have mounted on the post right here," Lyra gestured to the post.
Flurry gulped. "But that's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible if you don't try. If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything," Lyra winked. "Now, are you ready?"
The daughter breathed in and out, keeping herself ready. She could do this, she knew she could.
"Okay, I'm ready."
Lyra looked to each commando droid, and gave them the signal. "Fire at will."
"Roger roger."
The first one fired, and Flurry moved her blade down to bounce the blast. The blast barely touched the tin can, not even scratching the surface. The second one fired, and Flurry blocked again, only for the blast to go right past the can. She threw her head back in frustration, but she still moved back into the stance to try again.
The third commando droid fired, and Flurry, locking onto the beam, moved just in time and deflected it towards a can, finally knocking it off the stand.
"There you go," Lyra smiled. "See? You can do it. Now, we have one more exercise I want you to try."
"What's that?"
"Cheep, G-G, bring 'em out!" Lyra called.
Two astromech units rolled out; a C1 unit with gray and yellow highlights, and an R4 unit with black and gray colors with gold yellow streaks running up the torso and across the dome straight to his back. Both of them were pushing some metal crates out across the sands, moving them into a few positions in front of her. From what Flurry could see, they were both filled with several droid parts and empty cartons, but what she had to do with them was what concerned her.
"I want you to try and lift these two boxes," Lyra instructed.
Flurry gulped. "I don't know, I'm not sure if I can..."
"You held back a charging bounty hunter from killing your mama when you were a baby," Lyra put on her hands on her hips, smirking.
"And I keep telling you, I don't remember that! How could I have even done that?" Flurry whined.
"I'm saying you can do it. Just give it a try."
"Well... alright," Flurry said, putting her lightsaber away.
Flurry stood in a well balanced pose, making sure her feet were locked into the ground. Slowly her arms went up, focusing on the two boxes in front of her. She looked at them, and narrowed her gaze as she opened up her palms. The boxes shook and rattled, the Force starting to connect with them. The two astromechs that had pulled them out slowly backed away to avoid possibly getting hit just as a precaution.
Lyra watched carefully, making sure she wasn't hurting herself. Her golden eyes looked down at the boxes, and she noticed they were slowly moving away from the ground and into the air. Not by a lot, but it was progress!
"Almost, there you go... you can do it..."
The boxes kept vibrating as she tried to pick them up, and Lyra could see her visibly straining a little as she tried to raise them higher.
"I.. ah... I can't do it..."
"Yes you can, keep going! You can do it!"
Flurry, not wanting to give up so easily, pushed forward and tried harder until the two boxes were finally up at a reasonable hovering height.
"Yes, yes, yes! You did it! I knew you could do it!"
And she immediately lost control and let the boxes drop and bounce on the ground. Luckily none of the contents spilled out, but she was visibly exasperated as she finally got them down.
"I don't understand how you're able to do this," Flurry said, almost whining.
"Mastering the Force takes a lifetime of dedication and training, Flurry. I know it wasn't easy, but trust me, it will get easier, if and only if you practice some more," Lyra said, pulling her daughter in for another hug.
After the 'training' area was cleaned up, Flurry walked down with the assassin droid all the way down to the bottom of the canyon where the landspeeder was parked. Lyra and Bon Bon walked down with them, intending to have a few quick words before they went off for the day.
"Okay, so there is a chance this bounty hunter we're gonna chase will take a bit of time. We found out he likes to rest over at some economically depressed town far from Mos Eisley. But it should be a simple job of capturing him, bringing him in, and getting our payment," Bon Bon stated. "Simple as that. Flurry, Eleven is in charge. You will do as he says, understand?"
Flurry nodded. "Yes Mama."
"Good. Now don't forget your backpack," Bon Bon said, giving her a backpack with a scratched up Republic logo on it. And within the backpack were a few essentials; some tools, extra com devices, ammunition, batteries, water, and a few other necessities.
"And I'm giving you some change so if you wanna purchase a snack or two, you may," Lyra said, opening up Flurry's palm and giving her a few credits.
"Thank you, Mom," Flurry grinned.
"And you remember our rule--"
"--Do not talk to strangers, especially if they are carrying guns out in the open," Flurry repeated with a bit of deadpan in her voice.
"And you know which particular strangers to stray away from?" Lyra asked some more, wanting to see how much her daughter had paid attention.
"Stay away from Bossk, Greedo, Dengar, 4-LOM, Zuckess, IG-88, or Boba Fett," Flurry answered.
Lyra and Bon Bon smiled. She did remember after all.
"Good," Lyra gave her a peck on her cheek, and Bon Bon gave her a peck on her forehead. "Now you two have fun, okay?"
"Eleven, you're positive all of your systems are functional? No required repairs?" Bon Bon asked quickly.
"Negative," IG-11 answered, marching towards the speeder.
"Well have fun you two!"
"We will!" Flurry waved as she got into the shot-gun seat.
IG-11 pulled himself into the driver's seat and his claws gripped onto the steering controls. The engines of the speeder let out a powerful roar, and so the two took off into the canyon to get to the Boonta Eve Classic. A burst of wind brushed past Lyra and Bon Bon as the speeder took off, but thankfully no dust had hit their faces or their eyes.
"You think they'll be okay?" Lyra asked, a little concerned.
"I'm sure they'll be okay. Besides, everyone knows you don't mess with an IG unit," Bon Bon replied, giving her wife a peck on her cheek. "Now come on, let's go get our bounty."
The couple marched back up the steep hills back to their ship house, and back on the very top of the canyon to get a good view of the desert from high above. Before marching towards their vehicles Lyra looked beyond the canyons again, gazing off at the barren wasteland once again. But she soon turned around and climbed onto the bike that was parked next to the Mandalorian. Looking behind her, she placed her mask/helmet on her head to hide her face and gave a nod to her wife. And looking behind her, she could see a small droid with multiple tiny legs climb into the seat behind her. A buzz droid, to be exact. It looked at Lyra for a second, and then transformed into a small ball, hiding within it's shell and magnetizing itself to the bike. The Mandalorian had a bunch of little droids on her ship, which made simple missions and daily life better.
And so, once the party had been collected, the couple raced off on their bikes out into the desert to begin their mission...
Day was soon turning to night. The skies were still bright and red, but already the twin suns were beginning to set. For one half of the planet, it was going to be time to get themselves ready for some much needed sleep. Others, it would only be the right time to perform whatever job or mission was required to work during that setting.
Unbeknownst to most of the civilians of this hellhole of a planet, a long-distance escape pod appeared out of hyperspace and was now plummeting towards Tatooine. The pod's thrusters burst with flames as it roared down to the surface, past Beggar's Canyon and into the vast open desert. And with a powerful thud, the pod went sliding across the barren lands, leaving a trail right behind it. Soon it began to slow down, and the pod finally stopped power-sliding into the ground, slamming into some rocks. A powerful thud finally made the pod stop in its crash, and the hatch opened up. The C1 unit flopped out of the pod, slamming into the sandy ground.
"Ow."
Using his little arms, Spike pulled himself back up, shaking a bit to get the sand off his face. "Well, at least I made it. Hopefully Hera and the others will be okay. Hmm.. now where am I?"
Spike's dome spun around, surveying his surroundings. Nothing but long stretches of open desert as far as the eye could see. Thinking of other options, the small dish on top of his dome started to spin around, scanning for any possible settlements or towns, anywhere he could go.
"Okay, multiple bio-signatures to the north. Guess I'm going that way."
His third leg extended out, and so he started to roll away from the escape pod into the open desert, tracking the signal. Hopefully if he continued that way, he would find something out there. At least someone who could lend him a hand...
Flurry and IG-11 sped through the desert, on their way home. And in addition to heading on home, Flurry was granted permit to drive the speeder with IG-11 sitting next to her.
"Do you think that referee was still mad at me?" Flurry asked with a bashful expression.
"Why do you ask?" IG-11 inquired.
"Well, you saw, I stretched my legs, I wasn't trying to trip him," Flurry frowned. "I didn't mean for him to lose his popcorn bucket."
"You explained as best as you could. Some people are understanding, some not so much. It isn't something you can help," 11 said. His scopes then turned to the direction in front of him. "Flurry you should slow down."
"Why? There isn't anything out here."
"Flurry, slow down. I am detecting a droid signal in front of us."
"Eleven, I'm sure--"
"Look out!"
Flurry slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. What they saw in their way was slammed against the front of the speeder and went bouncing across the ground like a beach ball. Panicked, Flurry jumped out of her speeder and ran towards what she hit, praying that whoever it was wasn't hurt.
But when she got closer, she was confused. A track of three lines were connected to what she hit, and when she got closer, she saw a small bit of shine reflect in her eyes. Upon further inspection, she soon saw what she had hit.
"Oh no. Blast it, I hit an astromech!" Flurry panicked, cupping her mouth in horror. "Eleven! Bring the speeder around, he could be hurt!"
Spike tried to bring himself back up, but he couldn't. He was slammed so hard that he was on the verge of shutting down, until all power systems deactivated and he shut himself down...