I don't own Star Wars.
This story was inspired by a Bushfire that burned in the area near where I live, a few days ago.
In Fire's Hand's
The planet's main industry was Farming and Agriculture and these people worked the land, acting as if it was their life blood – which in many ways it was.
So when the Clone Wars came to this world; it scared the people of it, because they didn't want to fight, and they knew fighting would destroy their lively hood.
So when the battle was fought it was fought in space, not on the ground – the idea was to keep the Farming Land safe.
But as in all wars go, Padmé Skywalker thought as she looked over the burnt farmlands. Nothing goes to plan.
The Fire wasn't started as a result of a ground battle, but a result of as one of the Republic's Star Fighters crashing to the planet, the land and the weather was dry because it was summer in the part of the world, so the fire caught onto the grass and burned quickly.
There was no stopping it after that.
"You know on Tatooine we never had any fires."
Padmé looked at her secret husband who standing behind her. "What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is, there is nothing on Tatooine to burn, except yourself maybe." Anakin Skywalker said, he had been involved with the battle in space and saw the fire's fury first hand. "It's just cruel in some way's to see some people lose it all, while other get out of it with barely a scratch."
The Head of the farming community looked at them. "When your fate in the fire's hands there is no telling on what it can do."
"The Republic will give you aid to help you rebuild." Padmé stated. "My home world may offer some assistance as well."
"I'm sure your home world, will senator," The head said. "But the Republic? With the war going on do you think the Republic as a whole, is going to care, Senator?"
Padmé had no answer for him.
A/N: This Story is short and sad, I know. R&R