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4 ~ p i p e r

Chapter Four Piper

The sixteen year old girl by the name of Piper was very, very exhausted. After trudging through sand dunes for over three hours, the city in the distance failed to look any closer.

"How.... long.... more.....?" Piper wheezes, flinging her weight onto Jason.

Despite her watch saying it was 9:00 p.m. U.S.A time, and the fact that they'd been stranded in the desert for over five hours, the sky mysteriously didn't get lighter or darker.

"I really don't know," Leo admits, from behind them.

Piper spins round to see him no longer able to support Calypso's weight.

She plops to the ground, combing her hair away from her eyes and picking out bits of gritty sand caught in her bangs.

Jason sits down next to her, draping his good arm over her shoulder and promptly collapsing into her.

Leo sighs and helped Calypso down.

"This is no good," Calypso says, her wound looking worse by the minute, "Let's just rest here,"

They all fall to the ground against a huge rock.

Then suddenly, a growing roar sounds from beside them, and the silhouette of a vehicle was seen driving towards them.

Piper gets up, her voice scratchy and hoarse as she yells, "HELP! HELP! OVER HERE! HELP US!"

The sandy brown truck-like vehicle pulled to a stop beside them.

A robed man gets out of the vehicle, glaring down at them.

"Stranded eh?" He asks.

They nod desperately.

Five minutes later, everyone sits piled into the truck, after drinking from a flask.

The man reaches out his hand to Jason, "Lars, Owen Lars. And you are?"

"Jason Grace," hr answers, shaking his hand.

He nods, shaking everyone's hand in turn.

"Did your ship crash?" He asks, while driving in the direction of the settlement.

The four of them exchange nervous looks, "N-no..." Jason told him.

"Then how'd you get lost?" He furrows his brow.

Leo clears his throat from the back seat, "First of all, I'd just like to ask, where exactly *are we*?"

Owen Lars lets out a burble of laughter, "Why you're in Tatooine, of course. Although no one knows much about Tatooine- I doubt even the Trade Federation gives a darn about us,"

The four glance at each other in confusion. *Tatooine??*

Piper pipes up, "Yes, we *did* crash our ship, after all,"

Owen Lars shoots a look in the rear view mirror, muttering, "Ugh it's those pesky raiders again. Hang on tight, their out to ambush us,"

Everyone swivels round to look out the back window to see another bigger vehicle full of aliens with rifle style guns pursuing them.

A few missed gunshots and gut wrenching turns on the wheel later, and the little town finally comes into view.

The buildings seemed to be made of sand, being the colour of sand, the texture of sand and being built against sand itself.

The vehicle pulls to a stop, just as they reach the outskirts of the town.

*It looks as though they don't live in the heart of the city* Piper thought.

Owen gets down, helping a weak legged Calypso down from the truck and hoisting her into his arms and down into the underground part of the house.

The rest of them follow.

Inside is what you'd expect of a normal house, only everything seemed more "techy" and "robot-ish". The doors where like automatic sliding doors in the mall, only they were made of thick, white metal. The floor was sandy, despite being below the sand. And it was relieving cool down there, a nice change from the scorching heat.

"Luke! *Luke*!" Owen yells, setting Calypso down onto a low bed (Leo rushes to her side and grabs her hand).

"Luke! We've got company!" Owen says.

Another sliding door opens and a handsome boy of around 18 runs out. His blue eyes takes in the four new guests. He shakes his sandy brown-blond hair out of his eyes, before reaching his hand out to Piper, who stands near him.

"Luke, Luke Skywalker," he says, flashing a charming smile, sending flutters to her chest.