Tatooine
By Green
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Unless you have sand phobia, totally clean, sorry!Feedback:
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An idea, or rather an image that hit me and wouldn't let go until I got it down. Pretty pointless, really, but it was quite fun to write. And (I hope) it should be able to suit just about any character interpretations, e.g. whatever pairing or lack thereof you support, it should fit here. (If this is not how you spell 'Tatooine', do not bother flaming, I have only watched the movies and thus have never seen it written)This is set from Leia's POV, in the interval between arriving at Tatooine and going to Jabba's palace to do the Han Solo rescue
Tatooine.
A planet of surprising importance.
A planet with a destiny, with a future…not like Alderaan
Alderaan was so beautiful, even from space, like that last time I saw it. Lush, verdant, with more ecosystems than we could study, even in the thousands of years our people lived there. I loved it, my home, and my sanctuary.
I associate it with my beloved foster-father.
It was the only place I ever saw my Mother.
She did not like it, though, I think. She always seemed…distant, somewhere else.
Father once said * she * dreamed of a planet called Tatooine. What ghosts whirled through the sands of her memories there? What was Tatooine to her?
I never thought I would come here, out to the edge of galaxy, but apparently the centre of many people's universe.
Luke loves Tatooine. For him it is safety, it is his childhood on the moisture farm, his Uncle and Aunt, who loved him as their own. Although, I know that his memories of them here are also tinged with fire, pain, terror…the smell of burning flesh.
Screaming
voicesTatooine is a cruel place, why else would I be here now? Run by gangsters, crooks and slavers, particularly the Hutts. Jabba…I shiver when I think of him, but I must be stronger than that, for Han, for Luke, for us all.
So why was Obi Wan Kenobi here? Did he know, all those years ago, what Luke would become? Why was he drawn to Tatooine? What memories chased him here, love or hate?
I gaze at the two moons, glowing red in the evening sky. At the rippling, undulating sand that stretches around the world and back, unstoppable and unending. It is harsh and unbeautiful, painful and difficult to live in.
But so many lives are here.
A planet of questions.
And as I look at it, I think it is almost taunting, as though it * knows * something. Some answer, something important that it isn't going to share, simply so it can watch us stumble blindly into truth as we do into the sand dunes.
Tatooine.
