I, Non-Skywalker and Non-Jedi
Prologue
A Tusken Raider studied carefully as a petite, blonde human with shoulder-length hair entered the tribal camp with the evening suns illuminating her back. The woman was unimpressive at first glance, but a glare from the icy, blue eyes said otherwise. Her dirty attire, which skipped her tanned arms and started at her neck and shoulders, paused at her bronze midriffs and continued down her legs. A utility belt wrapped her with various long-range weapons from the waist down, leaving only a few square centimeters of clothes visible. The Tusken Raider commented. "So you are the new Lady Ronin."
"What, there's another one?"
"His last lady died in a sandstorm a year ago." The Tusken Raider narrowed his eyes to mere slits as he carefully examined the new member of the tribe. He gasped in shock. That was no ordinary woman and the only difference between this face and the one in the holos was a heavy tan from dwelling on the two-sunned Tatooine. "You're that Skywalker kid!"
"Oh no. As my sister said, I'm 'Skywalker no more.' My real name's Mage Ronin now." A wave of blood rose to the woman's face at the mention of the family name, but she quickly suppressed it when she remembered that only one Skywalker deserved her hatred.
"You would take Mage over Lady as you title? I am insulted."
"I don't deserve and can't live up to my grandmother's name, but Mage is a name that I truly earned. Lady's my title and Mage is my name." Mage Ronin forced the words she had suppressed for an indefinite amount of time. While she always, without fail, admired her namesake, she found the pressure of bearing her former name totally unbearable. For the fear of offending her grandmother, Mage never voiced her thoughts regarding her name.
"Lord Ronin has an interesting taste for women. Mage, by your name, what you just said, and that look on your face, your tale must be most interesting and long, even though it is common knowledge that you can't be more than nineteen years old. Tell me, how did you earn your name?" The woman said nothing, but she shifted her gaze to the Tusken Raider's tea. The whites of her eyes glowed neon blue and the teacup immediately turned into a giant ice cube. When the blue light faded, ice stopped forming around the eyes' target.
"Not a Jedi trick?" The incredulous Tusken Raider asked as he warmed his hand over the campfire.
"Nah. I don't have that much of the Force. Enough to convince that damned son of a Hutt that I should train as a Jedi, but I'm not like the Skywalkers. Besides, this proves that it's real magic." The woman grinned as she produced two ysalamiri from her pockets.
"We are quite lucky to have found you. Now I am truly confident you can deliver us the heads of those irritants called Whitesun. How and why did you land on our isolated rim-world?" The Tusken Raider asked.
Lady Ronin sighed as she took a seat across from the Raider's at the campfire. "'How' is a long story that started when my mom died and 'why' is that damned Hapan Empire."
"I'm sorry to have inflicted pain, but I am curious. Please, tell me about this Hapan Empire."
"Well, it took over this galaxy and really hates all Jedi and independent Force-sensitives; basically anyone with the Force that doesn't want to work for the pigs and anyone whom they suspect of their so-called 'treason'. Triumvirate's what those Imps call those three fat sows. I came here to trade my services for anonymity and protection."
"Then you must only use Lady Ronin as your name for your health and the tribe's safety. How did the Hapan Empire rise?" The Tusken Raider inquired.
Lady Ronin, in response, brushed back a stray lock of white-blonde hair and began. "It's a long story, but since you seem curious to know, I'm sure you won't mind." She then removed a stack of datacards and a card-reader from her belt. The Tusken Raider, upon seeing the pieces of technology, fetched a Holo-projector, which he stole from some moisture farmers, and connected it to the card-reader.