Layers of sand and dust seemed permanently settled onto Luke. It didn't help that Tatooine was a planet with two suns; Luke often felt like a dehydrated ration pack. The thought conjured images of Aunt Beru's less successful experiments in the kitchen. It almost made him smile. However it wasn't long before his mind was elsewhere again; someplace far, far away…

His gaze seemed to pierce the ceiling of his claustrophobic room, burning a path straight to explosive battlefields among the stars, seemingly just out of reach. His imagination roared like the engine of a starship, gliding over vistas of fallen allies and enemies alike. Burning bolts of red and green traded fiery damage between the waves of fighters zipping through the battle. His flight of fancy was interrupted by a sharp set of beeps.

Luke's recent acquisitions were proving to be a nuisance. These blasted droids, he thought to himself, who needs a shiny protocol clanker and his trashcan sidekick out here anyhow? He resignedly re-applied a cleaning rag to the stout droid, it beeped again, contently this time.

"Yeah, yeah… you're welcome." He managed with a sigh. Unlike the R2 unit, the protocol droid seemed pleased enough to at least have an owner, and not be part of a scrap heap. Luke kept his complaints under his breath as much as possible. For the most part he loved droids; he just didn't love to be stuck on this rock of a planet, working with bots tasked for moisture farming in all its glorious tedium.

Feeling more or less satisfied with his halfhearted cleanup of the R2 unit, Luke aimed to toss the rag into a nearby bucket. Before it even left his hand, the air in the middle of the room seemed to fold in on itself in a furious tangle of… something. The ferocious displacement was like a sudden dust storm in the room, knocking the fussy R2 unit clear.

"Goodness gracious me!" The golden C-3po exclaimed. Out of the chaos, a body came flying through, impacting against the nearest wall. The vortex-like disturbance was gone as soon as the person arrived. Confused and speechless, Luke managed his way to his feet; unsure what to do. A stunned silence from man and droid alike hung in the air as all eyes were trained on the seemingly unconscious person, crumpled up on the floor.

With a violent start, the person sharply inhaled and scrambled to their feet, in a seamless blur of wild hair and tattered clothing. Before Luke could even register the fact that he was now staring at a wide eyed girl, no older than him, she had thrust… a stick at him?

"Expelliarmus!" she yelled without hesitation, somehow sending the rag flying clear of Luke's hand. He spun in shock to see the rag sail through the air as the girl shoved past him, recklessly sprinting for the exit.

"Hey! Wait!" Luke yells after her. Immediately the girl found her way clear of the building, faced with a barren and unfamiliar desert. She paused for a second to take in her surroundings, but quickly gathered that she needed direction, a lay of the land… something. Before Luke could even catch up with her, she sprinted off again, bounding further out from the odd structure. Luke's voice didn't even register with her as she frantically scanned the horizon for a hint of anything familiar at all.

Frustrated but not abandoning logic, she hurriedly collected her wits and snapped her gaze to the skies, searching for at least the sun, which could give her a starting point, if nothing else. Her hand rose to her brow, shielding her eyes from the harsh Tatooine daylight, as she spun on her heel to see its source. Luke watched curiously as she froze, like a statue. The stillest he had seen her since she seemed to pop out of a… what? What exactly- no, where exactly did she come from? He thought to himself.

Her blank expression betrayed a profound and terrifying confusion as her hand slowly fell from her brow. After a moment that seemed an eternity to her puzzled onlooker, she finally averted her eyes from the blinding suns in the sky. Luke slowly approached her, but found her pointed stick suddenly aimed at him again, now jabbing his chin upwards. She abruptly walked him back a few steps, angrily scowling in desperation.

Luke barely realized he was holding his hands up in non-threatening gesture as he stared into her eyes, affixed in a face that had all-too-recently seen the kind of battles he only dreamed of.

"Who are you?" He asked in a hushed tone. Her confusion raged behind a slowly fading scowl. She pressed the tip of her weapon a bit harder; Luke's curiosity left him oblivious to the potential danger.

"Why…" she managed, breathlessly, "-are there TWO suns in the sky?"

"You- well, there's always been two suns around Tatooine." Luke replied with a dumb look fastened on his face. The girl staggered backwards a step, muttering under her breath.

"Tat- Tatooine? What?" She seemed certain only that Luke was not a threat to her, but she had never been so lost in her life. Merlin's beard, she thought, where the hell am I?

"You… are clearly not from here, and I want to help you. What's your name?" He asked again, in the most passive tone he could muster. She looked at him, catching her breath. Luke bore out the silence patiently, hoping he could at least know who she was; a member of the Rebellion perhaps? Her look of hopeless confusion slowly faded, replaced by a fiery gaze of steeled resolve.

"My name is Hermione Granger, and I am going to need your help."