"Kingsley come help me with the starter." A man with peppered hair who was arms deep in the hood of a speeder called over the boy who stood in the entrance of the hut. Hesitantly he stepped forward.
"Hand me that wrench, kid." The man pointed towards the table covered in tools without looking. Kingsley grabbed what he hoped was a wrench and gingerly held it out for his father to grab. The density of the tool weighing his arm down.
The father looked down at his son with contemplation. An internal discussion took place and the concluding result lingered in his eyes.
"You're old enough kid, why don't you give your old man a hand."
Kingsley couldn't hide his excitement. Quickly he grabbed an old crate and pushed it beside his father before stepping onto it in order to see in the hood.
"Take that wrench and twist ever so slightly that bolt, ya see?" He guided his son and Kingsley did as he was told with utter concentration. He wouldn't let his big moment to become an embarrassing one.
"Good job. Now I want to show you something." Kingsley put the wrench down and waited for his father to continue.
The man leaned forward and snuck one arm into the machinery in the hood. Once he found what he was looking for, he signaled his son to follow his lead.
"Right here." He took his son's wrist and guided it towards the object deep in the hood before flattening his hand on the solid metal.
"Feel that? That's her heart, son. My girl Locke here is the fastest and most agile speeder bike out there. She needs a real good rider with pure of heart just like hers. Maybe, just maybe she'll be yours someday." Kingsley bore into his father's eyes with a childlike awe.
This moment would be glued to his peripheral for the rest of his life. His dreams were filled of the speeder bike, Locke, and his father handing her over. It would be the upmost important act of respect and trust.
***
A man who was barely able to grow an entire mustache zipped through an opening through the tall mesas of Tatooine. With the finish line in sight now, he became cocky by doing donuts in the sky and playing around unnecessarily through the protruding rocks and mountains in the vast desert. He howled in excitement as the other riders caught up.
"Here we go." Finally he found himself back on the course and rode straight to the horizon of pure gold.
Suddenly, red lights began to flash and an urgent ring sounded within the single pilot speeder jet he rode.
"Dammit! Dammit! No, no, no-"
One of the engines gave out and sent the jet hurdling towards the ground. The jet violently rolled through the sands while simultaneously falling apart while a hoard of other speeder jets rode by without a second glance.
The man kicked the roof off and pulled himself up, his lunge threatening to come up at the pressure in which he coughed up sand. He scrambled to his feet and assessed the damage before him.
***
That evening, the man walked home while dragging behind him a tarp that held the pieces of his speeder jet.
His parents awaited him at the doorstep of his home.
"Kingsley!" His mother cried as she ran to embrace her child.
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𐋅𐌄𐌋𐌌 𐌵𐌍𐌃0𐌍𐌄//Mandalorian FF
Fanfiction•°. *࿐When two bounty hunters cross paths, they strike a mutually beneficial deal to keep things between them peaceful. Instead of turning each other in, they fight alongside each other as 'allies' through their journey across the galaxy.
