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Water, Earth, Fire, Air...
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away...
There was a disturbance...
FINAL ROUND: The Disturbance
Chapter 2 - Only Hope For Three
The rising binary suns cast a soft golden glow across the desert sands of the planet Tatooine. Wind howled loudly through the wide desert plains, and a lumbering, rusty vehicle came to a halt by a most peculiar farm. The homestead was built into small holes excavated straight into the ground, and large harvester machines hummed and whirred all around it. What did they harvest on a desert planet? Moisture. A large door opened in the vehicle, and a handful of small, cloaked creatures led a procession of droids out to the front. The hooded folk - Jawas - muttered to each other as they busily lined up the droids - their wares for sale.
A wizened old man in his mid-sixties limped out of a small building atop the homestead. He gazed at the machine with a bored expression in his eyes, and he continued forward. Behind him ran an energetic young man with pale skin and blond hair. They met the Jawas at their huge machine to barter for the droids. A voice called out from one of the huge holes.
"Luke Aang! Luke Aang!"
The young blond kid went over to the edge to see an elderly woman standing in the main courtyard.
"Luke, tell Gyatso that if he gets a translator to be sure it speaks Bocce."
Luke called out over the wind, "It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind him."
Luke returned to his uncle, just in time to hear him turn down one offer from the Jawas.
"I suppose you're designed for etiquette and protocol."
The golden droid to which he spoke replied, "Why, yes sir."
"I have no need for a protocol droid."
The droid replied quickly, "Of course sir, not in an environment such as this - that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary functions that..."
Gyatso cut him off, "What I really need is a droid that understands the binary language of moisture vaporators."
"Vaporators! Sir, my first job was programming binary load lifters, very similar to your vaporators in that respect. You could say..."
"Do you speak Bocce?"
"Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for me..."
"All right shut up!"
Gyatso turned to the Jawa nearest to him.
"I'll take this one, and that red one. Luke, I want you to go into Toshi Station. Pick some some power converters for me."
Luke began to whine, "But I was going to get these droids set up before dinner..."
"You can waste time with these buckets of bolts when your chores are done. Now go on, get to it!"
Luke ran off to the hangar, the other building on ground-level besides the one they came out of. He hastily jumped into his T-16 Skyhopper and took off without thinking. Of course, it was only a short matter of time before his flying craft began to crash.
"Come on! Come on! Don't do this to me...Oh, why didn't I fuel up before flying?"
Thankfully, he had been in this situation many times before, and Luke managed to switch to auxiliary power for a smooth emergency landing. He jumped out and ran to the engine.
"Oh, that's just great. All power in the battery is shot! Terrific!"
BROOOOARG!
Luke jumped in fright at first, then ducked low to avoid being seen. When he heard the strange moan again, he ran to the cockpit and pulled out a pair of macrobinoculars. Within seconds, he found the source of the noise.
"Banthas! That must mean there are Sand-people nearby."
He stealthily crept over to his luggage compartment and pulled out a rifle. He was not about to let any raiders get the jump on him. He crouched low in the sand and pinpointed the same spot he was looking at earlier. Looking through the viewfinder, he saw several men - or what looked like men - walking around the Bantha herd.
"Just as I thought. Sand-people."
"GET BACK!"
Luke heard the girl's voice, and looked up to find a raider standing over him, shaking its staff menacingly.
"Aaah!"
Luke dropped the rifle and staggered back.
SNAP! SNAP! A solid tendril of water lashed back and forth, slapping the raider continuously. Luke craned his neck to see behind him, and found the girl that had shouted the warning. She was heavily cloaked in a thick brown robe, with the hood up. She was waving her hand majestically, and the magic water before her was obeying her will. Who was this girl? The Tusken Raider ran for cover, and she snaked all the water back into a pouch on her belt. Luke was dumbstruck, and did not move. The cloaked girl picked up a large sheet of paper and dusted it off. It rolled neatly into a scroll that she put in her robe. She walked over to where he sat and helped him up.
"Thanks for saving me!"
The desert girl just rolled her eyes, "You'll be paying back the favor soon enough."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. We need to get going. It will be dark soon."
"My name's Luke. What's yours?"
"Katara."
"Where'd you learn that trick?"
"It's not a trick. It's water-bending."
"Fine. Where did you learn that water-bending trick?"
Katara gave him a glare, then started walking again. "There will be time to explain soon, but we need to get indoors. Those sand-people will be back, and in greater numbers."
They walked for almost half an hour until they came to a sand-brick hut on a high hill. They walked in, and Katara took off her heavy desert robe. Luke had never seen anyone like her in his whole life. Her brown hair was done up in braids and loops. Her skin was a smooth tan. She wore an odd blue tunic, and she had the most ravishing blue eyes. She was...beautiful.
"Is this you?"
Katara handed him a scroll, already partly unrolled. He opened it the rest of the way, and found a picture of a young boy, probably twelve. He was wearing orange monk robes, carried a big wooden staff, and - his most distinguishing features - his head was bald with a blue arrow tattooed on it. He had matching arrows on his hands and feet, too. He looked bizarre, but yet, his face was unmistakable.
"No, I mean yes...but no. He's so different! He's wearing those weird robes, and he has a staff, and I'm not bald!"
"You can't deny that he still looks like you."
"I don't have an arrow on my head!"
"It's you, okay Luke? I've got a story to tell you."
And so Katara told him a story about another world, where people could control the elements with martial arts called "bending," where her tribe was destroyed by the evil Fire Nation, and the only hope for saving anyone was to find the Avatar. He never came, and Katara was sent to Luke's world, which she claimed was the close cousin to another world destroyed by an evil empire. He slowly began to realize that she meant he was the last hope, not for one world, but for three.
"Luke, you may not be ready to hear this yet, but you are the Avatar. And the new Hope for all people. It is destiny. Your destiny."
"No, no, no. I'm needed here. In this world! Uncle Gyatso needs me for the harvest."
"In our world, Gyatso was a monk, and your dearest friend. He would have told you what you should do. If you trust Gyatso in this world, then go to him. I won't stop you. In fact, I'll help you. But get some rest first. We can't go back until morning."
"All right, Katara. See you tomorrow."
Keep an eye out for Chapter 3, the startling revelation! A very familiar, very hot-headed person is going to make an appearance!
