Shrieking Night

by Garsunga

In the end, among the battered survivors, I led them all through the shrieking night." Jawa survival story! A band of spacefaring Jawas crash land on a mysterious planet where everything is carnivorous.

Home.

I can't believe it, but I missed the sands of Tatooine. I was always the one to spend my free time in the cantina, asking any species who spoke Jawa Trade Language what life was like at their home. I dreamed of becoming a sailor of the hyperspace lanes, exploring exotic worlds where no Jawa had set foot on before.

Around me, we were all ragged and exhausted. Our clothes were worn and ripped, and each of us was far too thin than was healthy, even for desert living standards. From what I heard, the Jawas around me had my same aspirations in their respective cukuas, the word that goes with a special scent for clan or tribe.

I always thought myself to be weak, despite my ambitious dreams. But I was wrong, and so was everyone else who thought low of me. In the end, among the battered survivors, I led them all through the shrieking night.