See with eyes unclouded by hate
The harsh twin suns radiated their light and heat onto the hot surface of the desert world. As awful as it was, this was home for A'Runda. He spent almost his entire life on Tatooine. The lone Tusken walked along in the Jundland Wastes, bordering the Great Chott Salt Flat. Even after being exiled from his clan and going off world, he kept being drawn back to the barren planet.
How does one survive out here? The answer was the Black Melon. A hardy vegetation that grew in this region of the planet. Providing one with essential fluids to live out here. It was in times like this that A'Runda wish he had his old Bantha. However, when he left he gifted it to his younger step brother. Whatever black melons weren't consumed by him he'd sell to the local Jawas, trading them for crude components to his lightsaber to make it more stable.
It was out here that A'Runda did a lot of thinking, most thoughts negative. Thinking over his life and events that would lead him to where he was today. Looking over his memories over and over, to the first city that he went to. To the first time going off world, and flying his ugly starfighter. However, when he did this he often felt an odd sense of mysticism and a somewhat higher being. Something he could never really explain. Was this the curse his clan told him about, what it was that made him leave? But then, out of the blue he felt something, like someone was around, or like he was being watched. Where was it coming from? Who was it? What would someone be doing way out here?
[member=Kimiko]
How does one survive out here? The answer was the Black Melon. A hardy vegetation that grew in this region of the planet. Providing one with essential fluids to live out here. It was in times like this that A'Runda wish he had his old Bantha. However, when he left he gifted it to his younger step brother. Whatever black melons weren't consumed by him he'd sell to the local Jawas, trading them for crude components to his lightsaber to make it more stable.
It was out here that A'Runda did a lot of thinking, most thoughts negative. Thinking over his life and events that would lead him to where he was today. Looking over his memories over and over, to the first city that he went to. To the first time going off world, and flying his ugly starfighter. However, when he did this he often felt an odd sense of mysticism and a somewhat higher being. Something he could never really explain. Was this the curse his clan told him about, what it was that made him leave? But then, out of the blue he felt something, like someone was around, or like he was being watched. Where was it coming from? Who was it? What would someone be doing way out here?
[member=Kimiko]