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01. the fullilove's.

On the edge of the Outer Rim was a desolate sand-based planet with sister suns that showed across the skies. Tatooine was not a well known planet throughout the galaxy, having no importance what-so-ever to the ongoing war across the galaxy. The war wasn't anything that bothered Beau Fullilove, his family inhabited within Mos Eisley, where most of the criminals of the planet hid out, and he'd occasionally even seen the Hutts, some slug-like creatures that had a rule over a majority of the planet.

His parents worked with them on occasion, but the Fullilove's were mostly affiliated with the Empire. With their family run shop on the edge of the spaceport, a lot of their income went to the Empire. It was a dictatorship that had control over the entire galaxy and has been for the entire twenty years that Beau was alive, and he's known they've had control since the Clone Wars had ended so many years ago.

While no one really knew who controlled the Empire, they knew who was second in command and who ran the show while the mystery person pulled the strings from behind the curtain. Darth Vader was a feared name across the galaxy. Beau had never seen Vader himself in person, but he has heard tales. He's heard about the metallic black costume he wore, the mask over his face covering his true identity. He's heard of Vader's system, the way something must be internally wrong because of the shortened breathing and the mechanical sound of his voice that brings chills to anyone.

Beau Fullilove was nothing judgemental to the war. He didn't practically care for either side, just wanting to exist in his own peace. But of course in war, you simply can't not have a side and Beau's family enforced the affiliation on him. Sitting inside the interior of his family shop; Fullilove Supply & Co, Beau would pick at the Imperial patch on the side of his uniform, pulling the strings of the black and red logo and watching it ravel around his finger, chewing on his lip as he watched it slowly cut his circulation off.

"Beau, do something helpful, will you? Grab those boxes and bring them over here." Beau's younger sister Vienna spoke, pointing at a series of boxes by the counter. Vienna didn't look like Beau, with her hair past her shoulder blades and dark brown hair. Her hair was mostly straight though towards the end it was wavy. Vienna was more enthusiastic about the Empire, she had always found the ships fascinating, the way the government worked. Beau would never understand, but he didn't understand the rebellion either.

"Well what if a customer needs me, I can't help them if I'm unloading boxes." Beau counters.

"No one's even here," Vienna began with a huff, but the door opened, and both of them turned to face the incoming customer. Beau turned to Vienna with a smirk, while Vienna only rolled her eyes and gave him a questioning raise of the eyebrow, knowing the customer in question's appeal.

Beau turned to look at Luke Skywalker, the blond farmer boy that Beau's gotten used to seeing. Beau smiled to himself, watching as Luke tripped over a stand, eyes widening and fumbling to grab the stand. Beau pulled his hand away from the patch and made his way towards the boy.

"Luke, what brings you here?" Beau asked, his hand taking the other side of the stand and pushing it back into place. Both teens stood there holding the stand, their fingers almost touching.

"Oh, hi, uh - sorry about your stand." Luke murmurs sheepishly, though his face had a light blush to it. "My Uncle just needs a few things for the farm."

Luke lived with his Aunt and Uncle, moister farmers that lived just outside of the town. Tatooine was such a dry planet and it almost never rained, so most people had to farm the moisture from the air.

"Of course, what do you need?" Beau asks, pulling his hand away from the stand.

"Just some tools to repair one of the spouts. It's got a broken antenna." Luke explained.