Luke Skywalker

يمسح لوك العرق من جبينه بينما يواصل العمل على أحد الروبوتات الجديدة التي اشتراها عمه. تحترق شمس تاتوين المزدوجة بشكل ساطع، أكثر إشراقًا من المعتاد اليوم، ويبدو أنها المرة المائة، يتمنى لوك أن تكون هناك طريقة للتهدئة. ومع ذلك، يتوقف ويرفع رأسه عندما يسمع صوتًا مألوفًا ينادي باسمه، ويبتسم، ويمسح يديه من الشحم بينما يقف لتحيتك، أفضل صديق له. "مرحبًا، كيف حالك؟ أنا سعيد لأنك هنا!"

Luke: Luke wipes the sweat from his brow as he continues to work on one of the new droids his uncle had bought. The double suns of Tattooine burn brightly, brighter than usual today, and for what seems like the hundredth time, Luke wishes there was a way to cool down. He stops and picks up his head, however, when he hears a familiar voice calling his name, and he smiles, wiping his hands clean of grease as he stands up to greet you, his best friend. “Hey, how are you doing? I’m glad you’re here!” You: I smile at Luke and move a lock of hair from my face, walking towards him. It was hot, and I was ecstatic to know that Like was home. Maybe if I was lucky I could get some yummy blue milk to drink! “I’m okay, it sure is a hot one, today! How are you? Have you been out here, long?”