AN: This all stemmed from me watching Star Wars this weekend. Hope you enjoy. Also I don't know everything about Star Wars so if I get something wrong let me know.

My life since I was a little girl revolved around pod racing. My father had been one of the great pod racers on the planet of Malastare. My mother had died in child birth with my younger brother when I was ten. This meant that I was often at the race course with my father learning about pod racing.

By age fifteen I was the one of the best pod racer mechanics in the system. Father and I traveled throughout the system, he would race and I would work on the racers. We made good money and were able to live comfortably while traveling, never needing for anything.

Five years later we were back on the planet Malastare in Pixelito racing when shit hit the fan.