Chapter One
My life on Tatooine could be described as completely normal, ordinary, and as inconspicuous as you could possibly get. Well, it was, that is, until two droids came to be in our service. They sent me on a wild, never-ending adventure involving a rescue mission, an old Jedi Knight, a scoundrel, a walking carpet, love, a prince, two droids, and a bloody war between a small band of Rebels and the all-powerful Empire.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me introduce myself. I'm Leia Skywalker, moisture farmer turned Jedi and Rebel hero. I was nineteen by the time our story starts, on a scorching hot summer afternoon on the Outer Rim desert planet of Tatooine…
It was a normal day on the farm; Uncle Owen was cursing at the recently busted vaporator, Aunt Beru was cooking up a storm, and then there was me. An ordinary young woman, who wanted nothing more than to realize her dreams. Of course that wasn't going to happen anytime soon on this rock, but a girl could hope.
It was probably a normal day on the rest of the planet, too; Stormtroopers doing their usual patrols, the scum of Mos Eisley doing more illegal things than a person could imagine, and Jawas were selling worthless scrap. Speaking of which…
"Leia! Come out front!" Uncle Owen bellowed; I knew what time of the month it was.
"Coming, Uncle Owen!" I called back, dropping my datapad onto the table and running for the stairs. When I stepped outside, I saw the huge Sandcrawler filled with droids, scrap metal, and anything else the Jawas could find. I was never fond of those rodents, nor am I now; they don't exactly scream 'reliable'.
I hung back while Uncle Owen spoke with the head Jawa. Droids were never really my thing; I hated to repair them, which ended up being quite often, considering the quality of the Jawas' merchandise. Our last droids ended up having a spontaneous combustion. It wasn't a pretty sight…
While I was lost in my thoughts, Uncle Owen picked a red R4 model, and a shiny golden protocol droid. I figured it was because Owen got sick of throwing curses and punches at the vaporator. "Leia, bring these two inside," my uncle instructed, handing the Jawa some credit chips.
"Sure," I plaster a fake smile on my face, walking up to the electronic duo. Great, I thought, two more droids.
"Hello, Mistress..?" The protocol droid begun, but trailed off because he didn't know my name.
"Leia,"
"Hello, Mistress Leia!" He chirped, waving his metallic arms. "I am C-3PO, human cyborg relations. I am fluent in over six million forms of communication-"
"Including Bocce?"
"Why yes, of course,"
I forgot about the astromech until his dome began to emit smoke. "Uncle Owen!" I cough, waving my arm through the smoke, "The astromech has a bad motivator!"
Uncle Owen yelled at the small rodent for a couple of minutes, before choosing a blue R2 unit, suggested by Threepio. "Go and clean 'em up a bit before dinner," Uncle Owen said when he returned to my side, counting his credit chips to make sure the Jawa didn't rip him off.
I flashed him another fake smile, one that I had perfected over the years. "Of course, Uncle," I then vowed to myself that I'd get off planet, sooner than later.