Chapter One: Treasures in the Sand

Kami didn't have a last name. She was just Kami. Kami the scrapper. Kami the Orphan. Kami the Desert Queen. The last name made her smile. She was the self-proclaimed and undisputed queen of the Junland Wastelands. Several scrappers would go out every day to discover new things in the desert. Unfortunately, most were not nearly as successful as Kami. Her luck kept her fed, and today, she was the luckiest. A few weeks ago, she noticed the antenna of an older condenser unit sticking out of the sand, hidden beneath years of drift and sandstorms. Stoically, quietly, she worked for days to reveal what time had hidden. Finally, today, she was able to break through the last of the sand and reveal a door, which led to a small moisture farmhouse that had long ago been abandoned. The farmhouse, mostly underground, was once used to condense water vapor into liquid water. The farmer probably traded and sold with locals, and when he and his family died, it was likely that the farm did as well.

"My new home," Kami decided, pushing on the door. It scraped open, moving sand back away from the entrance. Moisture farms were run by generators, so electricity wasn't likely in the house, but Kami was excited to have a place to call her own. She walked into the small space and took in her surroundings. A small table with just enough room for three people sat in the middle of the main room. A hallway opened up into another room where Kami could see a bed and a small garage entrance. It wasn't much. Kami didn't need much.

"Home." She said again. The word felt strange to say. Of course, that could have been the dust, which felt permanently stuck in her mouth. There was a placard hung on the wall near the table. She did her best to sound out the word written on it. Kami had never had a formal education, and reading was difficult.

"S..k…why… w…aw…k….er," She tried.

"Skywalker." A voice said from behind her. She turned to encounter a shimmering blue figure.

"What are you?" She asked, then immediately corrected herself, "Who are you?"

"Skywalker." The figure said again.

"Skywalker." She repeated slowly. The figure nodded his head. His shoulder-length sandy brown hair curled around his ears, framing his face. Kami tilted her head, taking in the image before her. "Who are you?" She asked again.

"A memory, an echo of the past." The figure said, and as suddenly as he was there, he was gone again.

"Skywalker," She said again. She committed the word to memory, willing herself to remember how to spell it. Then, the next time she was in Mos Eisley, she could have Del help her look it up.

Kami sat down at the table.

"Welcome home, Skywalker." She said.

A strong wind had picked up outside, howling and tossing sand carelessly around. Kami decided to stay inside and enjoy her new discovery. She had no idea that the wind was carving away at the ground outside, revealing a new treasure for her to discover in the morning. A tattered, worn, and disintegrating cloth was revealed little by little as the wind howled, displacing sand and changing the landscape. The fabric would be uncovered entirely by morning, and Kami would have another treasure found in the sand.