My Death Star

Chapter 1/A lonely star

As the sun rose up over the horizon, the forests swayed. Since this was the only time of day where it was around 60 degrees out, (And it gets pretty hot out throughout the day)I decided to leave early for my job. Actually now that I thought no about it it's more like a living. My name is Celia Kroffton, and I gather spare ship parts and trade them for money,food or even water(I live on the planet Tatoonie, therefore I must pay for water.) I gathered my defense stick and proper gear for the intense heat on my planet. I got on my motor ship and started heading for the hills. The sand Dunes grazed with sand patterns flowing in from all directions. I love the desert. It reminds me of my life: Simple yet good. I usually tackled the ships closest to my home which meant I would have to travel further and further each and everyday to work. When I reached an untouched, broken-down ship I jumped off my motor ship, grabbed my gear, and headed for the ship. "A starfling X5-6J." I said. "These ought to carry some good junk." I flung my tethered rope up and over the hood of the ship and climbed my way up to the top and crawled through an opening on the side. When I got in, it was big. Bigger than the normal ships I usually gather from. "Alright then." I signed. "Let's get on with this." I begin to tie a series of ropes to make a pully system in order to get back up when I was done. I hooked myself onto the rope and slid down hundreds of feet into the core of the ship. As I figured the ship did carry handy spare parts. (Handy as in I wouldn't starve for a week.) I gathered different metals, mechanical parts, and some broken down droid arms. By the time I had finished collecting all of my parts, I had decided to make this my work place for a while so that a could continue to find more parts and bring them home. My satchel was already full and It was already 6:38 pm so I decided to leave. I used the pully system I had made earlier to pull myself back up to the top of the ship. I climbed out the hood, ran down to my motor-ship, packed everything, and left. On my way home I started to notice that I was low on gas, so I stopped at the nearest "filled-up" for gas refill. As soon as I started to fill my motor-ship, I noticed a tall, dark-brown haired man. With a smile that could stretch from ear to ear. A man with hands as soft as silk. The man that made me mad, happy, and confused all at the same time. The man that I was eternally stuck with as a friend and nothing else forever. I knew those crystal blue eyes anywhere. That man was my friend, Mason Legway.