In The Works

Star Wars OT - Sara Lars

A Star Wars Original Trilogy Fanfiction

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Summary

Unlike her cousin Luke, Sara Lars was perfectly content on Tatooine, helping her parents with their moisture farm and waiting for her boyfriend Biggs to come home so they could start their future together. But then two droids show up and catapult Sara into a galactic adventure right alongside Luke, and Sara must somehow manage to survive a new life she never wanted.

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My mind is silly...I pretty much finished what work I could do on for Ana's story covering Episode VII, and think 'hey, now I can get a few more Lady Adyé One-shots done then I can move onto one of my original projects'...but my brain says nah, we're having so much fun with Star Wars, here; have another character: Her name is Sara, she's Luke's cousin, she's with Biggs and here's her story up through Episode IV and some of Episode V. Have fun -_- Oh well. So Sara's going to have a story now too.

I'll be honest, though, and admit I was really was torn over whether or not she should become part of my existing Lady Adyé story-verse, but I did eventually come to a decision.

And what decision was that?

Sara Lars will not be part of my Lady Adyé Story-verse. For the longest time I wanted her to be and even had some of the integration planned out (ie, the alternate version of Beru's one-shot that included an adorable wee Sara).

However, with the appearance of my ideas for a 'What If' story for Athara, Sara became a complication to that. I probably could've made it work, but I honestly didn't want to. It means Sara's story is staying separate from the Adyés.

So Sara's going to be off in her own little Story-verse. Who knows...maybe I can even figure out a way to save Bodhi for her :P lol!

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Excerpt from Sara's Story

Sara was combing her fingers through her blonde hair as she headed for the 'fresher. Oddly, in her near-awake state, all she could seem to think about was what a real water shower would be like; she could barely fathom it, having known only sonic-showers her whole life. Water was too precious to waste on bathing when sonic-showers did a perfectly adequate job. Absently she wondered if Biggs had ever used a water-shower while away at the Academy. Now that would've been a luxury.

And then her thoughts were on Biggs and his proposal. Not for the first time since she'd said goodbye yesterday she was wondering if she should have given him an outright yes...or an outright no. It bothered her that she hadn't given him a straight answer, even though she didn't really know what that answer would have been. It wasn't that her feelings for him were unclear, it was that her feelings for what saying yes would mean were unclear; leaving her home and her family.

She was afraid to leave Tatooine. She hadn't been exaggerating to him when she'd said being a farmgirl was all she knew. It's what she'd always believed her future would be. One day, she would manage a farm and take care of her family the way her mother, her grandmother and her grandmother's mother had done before her. It's what the women in their family did. It's what they were born and bred to do and they were good at it. There were no stronger women than the women in her family, so far as she was concerned. They were what held the moisture farms and the families that ran them together. She had no idea what she would do were she to leave that future here on Tatooine for something unknown out in the Galaxy. She had no idea who she'd be.

But she'd have Biggs. But something didn't feel quite right about that either. She loved Biggs and it was only because of her feelings for him and her desire to have a future with him that she was considering leaving her Homeplanet at all. But she didn't want it to be just about him. She wanted, well, something more than just being his wife. A purpose of her own. An identity, really, that was hers. And she had that here on Tatooine.

But her musings were abruptly cut short when she nearly ran headlong into Luke. It brought her up short, especially when she realized he wasn't just getting up like she'd expected. He was already dressed and leaving.

"Where are you going so early," she tried to say suspiciously, though the effect was hampered by her yawn.

"Just some stuff I have to do," he answered a little too brightly and a little too quickly. Sara was suddenly wide-awake, leveling her cousin with a far more effective questioning glare.

"Okay. What are you really up to?" His face crumpled and, with a quick glance down the hall to make sure they were alone, he yanked her back into her room, closing the door. He only started explaining once the door had slid shut.

"You know the little blue droid? The one Uncle bought from the Jawas yesterday?" He was speaking so softly that she nearly couldn't hear him. Sara frowned, afraid where this could be going. He couldn't seriously be considering going out looking for Old Ben! But even as she opened her mouth to admonish him he continued, voice still low but speeding up as his anxiousness got the better of him.

"He ran away last night." That was not at all what Sara had been expecting.

"And how did he manage that if he was bolted?" She couldn't help how accusing she sounded. But she already knew from the look on his face that it was warranted.

"ItwasshortingouthissystemssoImayhave—um—removed it." It took Sara a moment to decode what he'd said. She crossed her arms, giving him her best Owen impression. It must have been effective because he shrunk back from her, his ashamed expression deepening.

"So you're going to look for him?" He nodded vigorously in response. Sara threw up her hands, one of them hitting Luke on the shoulder.

"Papa's going to go spare when he finds out, either that you're chasing after it or that you lost it in the first place," she hissed, earning a pained wince from him. A pleading look appeared on her cousin's face. Sara knew that look too, her head beginning to shake with an emphatic no.

"No. Not a chance. I won't cover for this one, Luke," she snapped out. He grabbed her shoulders, looking her straight in the eye.

"I already had to go to Anchorhead to get it wiped, remember?" She scowled at him. He grinned, seeing that he'd gotten to her.

"Fine," she hissed, "but if he does find out, I'm not taking the fall for you." Luke grinned wider. She scoffed; they both knew that if that did happen she would probably figure out a way to get him out of it anyway; save on the harvest issue, Sara had her Papa wrapped around her finger. He placed a quick peck on her cheek.

"What am I going to do when you come to your senses and run off with Biggs," he quipped lightly. Sara's cheeks flamed. But she snorted, shaking her head at her cousin.

"You'll be out of here first, I think," she quipped back as he hit the control to open the door. He beamed at her before disappearing out into the hallway.