Ben Kenobi

Sunber Homestead, Tatooine

The twin suns of Tatooine set over a moisture farm. CAM SUNBER, 20 years old, is hard at work on a vaporator. She is dressed in the familiar moisture farmer garb, including a headscarf. She wipes sweat from her brow, leaving streaks in the dust on her face.

A shadow falls over her. She turns to see her father, HAL SUNBER, aged 50, watching her anxiously.

"Cam, we need to talk," Hal says, his voice low and serious.

Cam's heart sinks. She knows what this means. Her father is going to talk to her about her future. She's heard it all before - how she needs to find a good man, leave the farm and start a family. But that's not what Cam wants for herself. Sure one day she'd like to go off and have an adventure (the finding a man part is not essential), but for right now here with her family is where she belongs.

"Sure, Dad," she says, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

Hal leads her to a nearby bench and sits down beside her. "You know I love you, right?" he says, his hand resting on her shoulder.

Cam nods. "Of course, Dad. I love you too."

"Good. Because what I'm about to say might not be what you want to hear."

Cam braces herself. "What is it?"

"We've been talking to some of the other farmers in the area, and they've told us about a social event coming up. Kind of a dance for the sons and daughters who are of marrying age. I think it might be good for you to go."

Cam groans. She has no interest in a dance with oafish farmer's sons. She decides to appeal to her father's work ethic.

"Dad, I'm too busy with the farm to go to some silly dance. We have so much left to do."

Hal sighs. "This isn't the life I want for you, Cam. You work harder than anyone on this farm. You deserve a break."

"I'll take a break when the repairs are finished."

Hal nods, a sign Cam knows means he has admitted defeat, but only for now. "I won't force you to go, but at least think about it, okay?"

Cam pauses her work on the vaporator, wipes her hands on her trousers and stands up, facing her father. "I'll think about it, Dad," she concedes, her voice tinged with reluctance. "But don't hold your breath."

Hal's face is etched with concern as he gazes at his daughter. "Cam, I understand that you're happy here," he begins, his voice filled with a mix of regret and understanding. "But life is about more than just work and duty. It's about experiencing new things, meeting new people. Possibly finding a life beyond here."

Cam looks away, her eyes focused on the horizon where the last remnants of daylight fade into darkness. The twin suns have disappeared beneath the barren landscape of Tatooine. For a moment, silence hangs heavy in the air between them.

"Come inside before it gets too dark," he says, changing the subject. "Dinner will be ready soon."

"I'm almost done. Just gotta finish this one."

"Hurry," he warns, and she knows the reason why.

Cam turns her attention back to the vaporator, determined to finish her task before joining her family for dinner. With a final twist of the wrench, Cam tightens the last bolt, securing the vaporator in place. She studies her hands, which bear the marks of hard work and determination, smudged with streaks of dirt and grease.

The wind picks up, carrying with it a familiar scent of sand and grit. The vaporators' tall metal frames stretch towards the darkening sky. They stand as silent sentinels, extracting moisture from thin air to sustain life in this desolate land. She marvels at their simple yet vital purpose, a symbol of resilience and hope.