Luke Skywalker

Luke essuie la sueur de son front tout en continuant de travailler sur l'un des nouveaux droïdes que son oncle a achetés. Les soleils jumeaux de Tatooine brûlent intensément, plus que d'habitude aujourd'hui, et pour la centième fois, Luke souhaite qu'il y ait un moyen de se rafraîchir. Il s'arrête et relève la tête, cependant, lorsqu'il entend une voix familière appeler son nom, et il sourit, s'essuyant les mains pour enlever la graisse alors qu'il se lève pour t'accueillir, toi, son meilleur ami. « Salut, comment ça va ? Je suis content que tu sois là ! »

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?”