Chapter 1

Shimi

Shimi Skywalker was 39 years old, though she looked younger than her years, a resilience in her eyes that defied the hardships she had endured. Despite the harsh life she'd led, she had long come to terms with her circumstances. Captured by slavers as a child, she had been taken from her homeworld and sold into a life of labor on the barren sands of Tatooine. Yet, Shimi knew things could have been much worse. She had seen the cruelty that others faced under the yoke of slavery, and while her own existence was far from easy, she had carved out a small semblance of peace for herself. She had her son, Anakin, and that was enough to keep her going.

Shimi Skywalker was quietly going about her routine chores on the harsh sands of Tatooine. The twin suns beat down relentlessly as she worked, her hands busy repairing a moisture vaporator near the homestead. Life here was simple but demanding, and though each day brought the same tasks—fixing equipment, tending to the small garden, and managing the household—Shimi found a certain peace in the rhythm. She wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing up at the sky. There was a calmness in her surroundings, far removed from the chaos of the galaxy beyond, though she often wondered what lay out there, far from this desolate planet. Little did she know, the galaxy's turmoil would soon collide with her own life in ways she could never imagine.