The sunlight blinded me as I stepped out of the ship onto the busy streets of Naboo. Merchants hawking their wares, droids whirred past, and the crowd struggled around me. I blinked, adjusting to the sudden sensory overload. Naboo looked just like the movies had described, it was beautiful.
I kitted up, pulling on the drab clothes and throwing the desert cloak over my shoulders. It was uncomfortable, but it did well to hide my features. I took a moment before the grimy, cracked mirror that adorned the wall of the hotel I had stayed in, and I had to say I was unrecognizable. Hidden behind the raggedy, street-worn veneer was me, a fugitive, free at last from Hutt's grip.
Sweat dripped into my eyes, stinging them as I hauled another crate of illicit blasters onto the skiff. My muscles ached, protesting the relentless labor, but I didn't slow down. It had been a week, a whole week since I'd opened my eyes to the twin suns of Tatooine and the slimy face of Gardulla the Hutt.
Sweat dripped into my eyes, stinging them as I hauled another crate of illicit blasters onto the skiff. My muscles ached, protesting the relentless labor, but I didn't slow down. It had been a week, a whole week since I'd opened my eyes to the twin suns of Tatooine and the slimy face of Gardulla the Hutt.
A grating beep interrupted my thoughts and I switched to 'Quests'. A list unfolded before me with several tasks – 'Clean the latrine', 'Repair faulty droid', 'Fetch Gardulla's meal'. Each task was associated with the same reward as the first one, my continued existence.