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It was noon on Tatooine. The twin suns were high in the sky, the desert was calm, and the wind wasn't blowing. For Tatooine, this was about as good as it could get when you lived in the desert. But if you had to work out in it, it still wasn't that pleasant.
Thankfully for Lyon, he had experienced worse. The wilderness of Mando'yaim, the cold frost of Alzoc III, and a few other planets had conditions matching or worse than those he was facing now. But at least his hardship was worth something.
He had been living in his homestead for two days now, and just yesterday, he had left to Bestine to pick up some synstone plast, to cover up the scorch marks left from the Sand People that paid the place a visit some time prior to Lyon's acquisition of the ranch.
Using a couple tools, mainly a scraper, he spread the paste-like plast onto the scorch marks, smoothing it out so it looked natural. It had been ages since Lyon had actually worked on his own, personal home, and there was something comforting about it that made him feel cozy inside.
He continued applying the paste, occasionally pausing to adjust his armor or his cloak, the brown robe and hood covering his armor and his face, keeping him from shriveling up like a plum. He was focused on his work, but as was his upbringing, he kept his senses alert, just in case.