Chapter one:
The sands of Tatooine were rough and the coarse suns were harsh and unforgiving, never allowing any clouds to cover them. The twin suns brought a baking heat as the triple moons were a bitter cold. The planet was a long shot for a hiding place, but father and daughter knew where they had to go. They had situated themselves a few clicks north of Anchorhead, far enough away to not be considered town members but close enough to not get in trouble with the Tuskens.
It had been seven months since the rise of the Empire, eight months since the Order of 66 and eight months since the death of Anakin Skywalker and the rise of Darth Revan.
The day was like any other, scorsching suns beating down on her back as Ani continued working to fix the roof that had broken in some places after the most recent sandstorms. They were luck to find the hut they were staying in. It had two bedrooms, one on the ground floor and the other merely up a set of ladders, as well as a living and cooking space and a small lavatory. Outside was a pen for any animals or cattle and a large tank around the back.