Darkness slowly faded into light for Samantha Watson. Being knocked unconscious was not a pleasant sensation for the young woman, as it left her with a splitting headache and disorientation. She groaned, forcing her aching body to sit up. Sunlight shone fiercely down on her face, forcing her to squint her eyes as she scoured the landscape. Sand. Was. Everywhere. It was all around her, on her face, in her hair, in her mouth, even in her clothes. This got another groan or of her- Sam hated sand.
"Hello?" She called out, her throat already feeling a bit dry. "Hello?" Alas, the only answer she received was her very echo. The sand was scorching against her feet, Sam hissed in pain. No water, no shelter, and left in the middle of a desert; she had to find help, and fast.
Following what she thought was two suns, Samantha wheezed, her flannel shirt wrapped around head as makeshift protection from the blowing sand. The bottom of her feet no longer burned, possibly from too much damage. Her mouth was dry, she needed water. The suns were setting when she swore she saw an igloo on the horizon. A hallucination perhaps? She didn't care, it meant hope and she trekked towards the building until weariness overcame her and once again she saw black.
Sam awoke to the sound of voices. She groaned, refusing to open her eyes. "Lee, turn your music down, I wanna sleep!" She grumbled, hoping her roommate would take the hint. It was all good fun, like clockwork her roommate would wake up early and play music as they got ready for the day, while Sam would complain and do her best to sleep in as long as she could.
The noise didn't quiet down. "Alright, that's-" Samantha sat up, opening her eyes as she started to get up to fuss at her roommate. Only this wasn't her room. The walls were white and rounded, with counters cluttered with gadgets and whatsits and whatnot.
"The hell…?" She whispered, slowly getting to her feet. She winced a little. Looking down, she found her feet bandaged up, feeling definitely burnt. The young woman sighed shakily, slowly pacing around the room to see if it wasn't too bad to walk. "Not bad…" That was when she heard the voices. Sam jumped, gripping tightly onto a metal doodad she found nearby. Focusing on her breathing, she waited behind the door.
"... Harvest….." "... Buy….." There were two voices she could differentiate, both sounded masculine. Footsteps soon followed, and there was the noise of the door latch opening.
"-Alright, alright, I'll-"
"FOR NARNIA!" She shouted as she threw the pipe at the figure and ran.
It wasn't often that the Lars household found travelers on their property. Their farm was a good distance from any port, and nothing but miles of sand between them. So when Beru and Owen found an unconscious young lady in strange clothes on their doorstep, they were startled to say the least. But it wasn't like them to leave anyone to die, so they brought her in.
"I'll watch her, Owen," Beru nodded, patting her husband's shoulder, "you go get Luke, tell him supper's almost ready."
Owen nodded, taking another look at the stranger before turning and heading out. He sighed, his brows knitted together. What was a girl doing out alone? Maybe she wasn't alone, he contemplated. Plenty of bandits and Sand People out there to cause anyone some trouble.
"Luke." He knocked on the door, opening it before receiving an answer. Inside was his nephew, tuning up their vehicle.
He looked up. "Yeah, uncle Owen?*
"Supper's ready."
"I'll be there in a bit." The young man nodded, climbing back up to his feet.
"No rush, aunt Beru's looking after our guest." He added, a corner of his mouth twitching upward.
"Yeah, sounds great." Luke replied, taking his time putting his tools away. Owen huffed a chuckle, of course he wasn't listening.
"Wait, guest?" There it is.
Owen nodded. "Found her in the field earlier. Definitely wasn't dressed for Tatooine weather.
This seemed to have gotten the young Skywalker's interest. Hurrying up and closing the door behind him, Luke had difficulty holding in his excitement. "Any idea where they're from?"
The farmer shook his head, walking towards the house. "No, I sure haven't a clue. Somewhere with more green than here."
They both nodded, walking in an awkward silence.
"Well, I was wondering, uncle Owen.."
"Luke, if it's about the academy, it'll have to wait."
"I know but-"
"No. I need your help with the harvest. We'll talk about it after we get some more help, okay? We're gonna buy a couple droids tomorrow and maybe we'll talk about it then."
Luke sighed, opening the door. "Alright, alright I'll-"
"FOR NARNIA!"
"huh?" Before he could react, something hot his head and ran past him. "Agh! The hell was that?!"
Owen paused, chuckling a little. "That would be our guest."
