Topic: Fanfiction: Desert Rose
Well, here's a little fic of mine that's currently being worked on. It has nothing to do with the Fetts or Mandalorians, but hey, at least it's Star Wars right?
This story is going to be about a moisture farmer couple who find and adopt a Tusken Raider child. There's also a few problems and a couple surprises that happen later on but I don't want to spoil anything
Anyway, here's the first chapter.
As the twin suns of Tatooine rose above the barren dunes of the world, so did its inhabitants. Now just by looking at TatooineÃ¢Â€Â™s harsh, sun baked sands, youÃ¢Â€Â™d think nothing could survive there, but a surprising number of animals, humans, and aliens made a living on the parched world.
The citizens of Anchorhead, one of the three main cities on the planet, started opening their shops and stands, waiting for tourists and space farers to come by. Around the edges of Anchorhead, lay the moisture farmers, people who scratch out a living in the sands by collecting water vapor in machines called moisture vaporators. Now most of the farmers were just starting to come out of their small, circular houses, but one in particular stood out, because they were all ready out, standing by their moisture vaporators.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThose damn Sand people, they got into our water supply again,Ã¢Â€Â A gruff voiced male, whose sun lined face showed anger as he crouched by the vaporator with a Hydro spanner, attempting to fix the delicate machine, which was a little worse for wear.
Ã¢Â€ÂœPlatoo, theyÃ¢Â€Â™re just trying to make a living here, just like we are,Ã¢Â€Â A female, whose long golden red hair hung loose around her shoulders said, her voice soft and pleasant.
Ã¢Â€ÂœHow can we make a living when those animals keep taking our water? We canÃ¢Â€Â™t sell empty containers you know,Ã¢Â€Â He told her, standing up and wiping a trickle of sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.
Ã¢Â€ÂœTheyÃ¢Â€Â™re not animals, theyÃ¢Â€Â™re sentient beings,Ã¢Â€Â She told him, not liking the way he spoke of them. She viewed everyone equally, no matter how uncouth someone was, they still had brains and a capacity for reasoning.
Ã¢Â€ÂœLeera, they attack without being provoked. They kill us and anyone else without a second glance and they steal and raid our towns,Ã¢Â€Â Platoo argued, feeling anger rising in him. How could his wife be defending thoseÃ¢Â€Â¦creatures?
Ã¢Â€ÂœWe are expanding into their territory, even though we know how territorial they are. So technically, it isnÃ¢Â€Â™t unprovoked,Ã¢Â€Â Leera pointed out, giving Platoo a pointed look.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhatever,Ã¢Â€Â Platoo sneered, going back to working on his vaporator, angrily tightening the bolts that held it together.
As the suns continued theyÃ¢Â€Â™re slow ascend in the orange and pink hued sky, the winds also began to pick up.
Ã¢Â€ÂœPlatoo, I think thereÃ¢Â€Â™s going to be a sandstorm. The wind is getting pretty strong,Ã¢Â€Â Leera told her husband, her hair starting to whip around her shoulders.
Ã¢Â€ÂœYouÃ¢Â€Â™re more right then wrong Leera,Ã¢Â€Â Platoo told her, shielding his eyes from the flying sand. Ã¢Â€ÂœGo inside, before it gets worse,Ã¢Â€Â He ordered. Leera didnÃ¢Â€Â™t argue with him. He usually was right when it came to things like this. She made her way into their house, shielding her face from the stinging sand and stones that were now starting to whip around stronger.
Ã¢Â€ÂœPlatoo, come on!Ã¢Â€Â She yelled above the howling wind, standing in the doorway. She waited until he nudged her in gently before struggling to close the door. Platoo pushed against it, helping her shut it. When it clicked shut, they finally settled down at the kitchen table, waiting out the storm.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI guess I shouldÃ¢Â€Â™ve waited before fixing the evaporator. ItÃ¢Â€Â™s just going to get even more messed up now,Ã¢Â€Â Platoo mused, as Leera poured him a cup of caffa. He took it and sip it as Leera sat down next to him, listening to the winds whip and whistle around them.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI believe itÃ¢Â€Â™s safe to go out now. The winds seemed to have died down,Ã¢Â€Â Leera said after awhile, not hearing the wind whistle through the cracks as much anymore.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIt has,Ã¢Â€Â Platoo confirmed, opening the door, only to be greeted by vaporator parts, half buried in sand.
Ã¢Â€ÂœDamn,Ã¢Â€Â Platoo cursed, walking out to collect the scattered parts. As Platoo was out cursing and picking up the parts, Leera heard a faint cry. At first she though it was just the cry of a creature, but when she heard it again, she realized that it was the cry of a child.
Following the sound of the cry to the outskirts of the moisture farmerÃ¢Â€Â™s territory, she looked around until she saw, lying in the sands, was a child. She picked up the wrapped child, maternal instincts kicking in as she held the child close to her chest and walked back to her house.
Ã¢Â€ÂœPlatoo, look,Ã¢Â€Â She said quietly, holding out the crying and wriggling child.
Ã¢Â€ÂœLeera, do you know what that is?Ã¢Â€Â Platoo said, his eyes widening in realization.
Ã¢Â€ÂœA orphaned child who needs a family,Ã¢Â€Â She said, holding the child closed to her, attempting to sooth itÃ¢Â€Â™s crying.
Ã¢Â€ÂœAn orphaned sand person child,Ã¢Â€Â He sneered Ã¢Â€ÂœYou should get rid of it before you give those animals another reason to attack us.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœPlatoo, I canÃ¢Â€Â™t believe you! This is just a child. How cold hearted can you be?Ã¢Â€Â Leera said, eyes shining with anger and clutching the child protectively to her.
Ã¢Â€ÂœStill, a sand person is a sand person. How civilized can it be?Ã¢Â€Â Platoo asked, sneering down at the child, who started to calm down slightly.
Ã¢Â€ÂœAs civilized as we are,Ã¢Â€Â She said, looking Platoo right in his eyes.
Ã¢Â€ÂœYou not thinking about keeping it are you?Ã¢Â€Â Platoo asked Ã¢Â€ÂœJust drop it in the desert and leave it for one of them to find.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWeÃ¢Â€Â™re taking this child in. Unlike you, I have a heart and I canÃ¢Â€Â™t stand the thought of another sentient creature dying when I can do something about it,Ã¢Â€Â Leera told him, leaving him in a stunned silence. She just insulted him and just brought one of thoseÃ¢Â€Â¦things into their life. He walked to the house and walked in, finding his wife taking off the wrappings that Tuskens usually wrapped their children in, with the intention for checking for injuries.
Ã¢Â€ÂœYouÃ¢Â€Â™re a beautiful baby,Ã¢Â€Â She told the child, as she laid it down upon the kitchen table. It looked just like a human child, except for the yellow eyes and slightly pointed ears. She unwrapped the child the rest of the way, being careful so that she didnÃ¢Â€Â™t disturb any wounds.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWell, now I know that youÃ¢Â€Â™re a girl,Ã¢Â€Â She grinned, as she checked the child thoroughly for wounds. When she found none and was satisfied that the child was more frightened then injured, she shrugged out of her overshirt and wrapped the baby up in it.
Ã¢Â€ÂœSee Platoo, sheÃ¢Â€Â™s not so different from you of me,Ã¢Â€Â Leera told him, settling down into a chair. The child yawned and nestled down on LeeraÃ¢Â€Â™s breasts, closing her eyes as she fell asleep.
Platoo just snorted and sneered at the child. He would tolerate it only for his wife, but not matter how human it looked, that child was still a sand person. He wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t forget it, and wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t let her forget it either.
-Rampage, Beast Wars