On The Run: A Star Wars Story

Chapter Three - Alone

When my eyes open up I immediately find myself in a harsh sandstorm. I wonder if these are normal on planets like these? I don't know the time, but my Tie Fighter is destroyed. There's no hope of getting off this planet. I should have just let them execute me, it would have been quicker. Better than rotting my life away here. Slowly dying from dehydration, or the heat. I might as well explore this planet, and see if it has anything to offer. I stand up and dust myself off. I first realize that this might be one of the hottest planets in the galaxy, and I'm standing here in thick grey officer gear. Even if there is no life form on this planet. I'm not comfortable just taking everything off. But what the hell was the First Order thinking giving us pants and long sleeves with a little stupid hat? 

I look right in front of me and realize I'm only a few feet away from a sandstorm. I stick my arms out covering my face from the sand. I can barely see through this sand. It's cold and rough. When I find my way out of this sandstorm, the sand will be everywhere on my body. The sand is so irritating to my skin. I'm about a mile away from getting out of this sandstorm. When I crashed my ship, the sky was bright, the sun was firing, and the sand wasn't blowing anywhere. Now the night sky is almost out, and I'm in a sandstorm. How long was I passed out for? 

I try to sprint to get out of the storm quicker but the sand is too heavy. I can't even see ahead of me or on the ground. I'm just walking forward hoping I can get out of the storm. I trip over a rock when I attempt to speed up a tiny bit. My head dives face-first into the coarse sand. The sand is sticking to my face. It gets everywhere. I lift myself back up and continue walking. Hopefully, someone used to live around here and left me a nice shelter. The odds of that happening are slim, I haven't exactly had the best luck today. Better than being dead. 

Walking through the sandstorm, I start to dream about what my life could have been. I dreamt about living on an amazing, vibrant planet like Naboo. With beautiful wildlife, the amazing royalty city of Theed, the silly Gungans, and the green grass. It's truly a beauty there. I eventually snap back into reality where I'm walking through a sandstorm in 150-degree weather during the evening. What a miserable life. I'm Lucky I still have one. My mind flashes back to myself living on Naboo. I live in an amazing, modern 3-story villa on the hillside of Theed. I even have a husband, he has short brown hair, with blue eyes. He is about 5 foot 11, and the sweetest soul. We have a kid together, Gavyn. Something I've always wanted to do was fall in love and start a family. That's not going to happen on a planet like this. What will I do, get married to that rock I tripped on? Absolutely not.

Every few minutes, It looks like I'm just about to make it out of this storm until my eyesight comes back and I realize how much longer I still have. I'm about to pass out from the sand getting in my eyes, ears, and mouth. It's way too much to take in, I'm coughing out sand now. In who knows how long, random people are going to find my lifeless body lying somewhere on this planet. At least if they killed me on Starkiller, they would have done something with my body.

I wish I could go back into my vision of how I want my life on Naboo, but the sand is getting heavier and harder to walk through I have to focus on getting out of this gruesome storm. When my mouth opens, sand flies right into it and sticks to my tongue and inside my mouth. I start to cough up sand which makes my mouth multiple times drier. 

Hours pass by, and I've walked countless miles to the point where my legs feel like jelly. This storm is huge, the planet is thousands of times bigger. What are the odds that a dehydrated 23-year-old girl who has been through enough today is caught in this sandstorm? The farther I got, the harder the sand blew, but as I got closer, the sand became softer and easier to walk through. I've almost made it out of the sandstorm. After a couple more minutes of smooth walking, I finally walk straight out of the sandstorm. I look behind me to see the miles of sand I walked through.