A Brief Respite.

Laeonas Tannaras

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The boy had awoken from the previous night's sleep more lively than ever. He had watched in the awe of his dreams, witnessing what felt like an eternity play out before him.

And he hadn't woken up with a hangover-- which, in his opinion, was his greatest achievement when it came to using the force.

"Ain't got a care in tha world, ain't got a world in yer care, ain't got any idea what's goin' on in there..." The boy sang to himself as he stirred some broth and poultry in the pot above the portable cooker he had brought with him.

The Dune Sea was a Barren Wasteland, there was no arguing with that. But when you brought the correct equipment-- two gallons of water, a rental speeder, two sticks, a tarp, and a hammock, any young bachelor who wanted privacy (and the ability to wear nothing but a speedo without gawks of horror) was set for life... or until their water ran out, or the speeder broke down, or the tarp tore, leaving one with absolutely zero protection from the scalding heat of Tatooine's twin suns.

Out here, Laeonas was... calm. But it was more than just calmness that he felt. It was... relief. It was an overwhelming sense that everything he did would have no repercussions that could negatively affect him. He could do whatever he wanted out here, and nobody would ever try and stop him for it.

For a moment, he never wanted to return to civilization.

But than he started getting thirsty, and he remembered why he had to make an inevitable return.

Without much thought, he reached out, a bowl flying into his hand. Laeonas reached into the pot, broth and meat filling the bowl. He pressed the rim against his lips and sipped the broth, and he chewed on the smaller bits of meat.

This was going to get old quick.


 

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Laeonas dug his heels into the sand, and the roaring howl of the wind deafened him for a moment. The irony of his earlier fears dawned on him enough to make his mouth slip open a bit in laughter-- which was a mistake that the boy paid for almost immediately as his mouth was filled with sand grains. Turning and spitting, Laeonas' balanced faltered, and the boy tumbled back; he felt pain shoot through his body as his back connected with the metal cooker he had used hours prior, but he scrambled to his feet again... to do what?

The winds blew harder, and Laeonas channeled the force into a massive push. The sand that had been flying into him was thrown backwards-- but only for a moment. Tatooine was as unstoppable as the vacuum of space.

Without much strength behind him, and with no way of fighting back, Laeonas simply turned and ran. The sand swept and tore around him, and the wind blew hard against his back. His toes sunk into the sand beneath him, deeper with each step. His eyes widened, and the boy, with the aid of the force, propelled several feet into the air. His footfalls smacked against the ground beneath him, carrying his weight above any sort of ground. Without any sort of help, without any sort of hope to escape, he knew that this would only wear him down.

But he kept moving forward.


 

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Heat.

It was strong. Bright. Warmth. This was what he felt.

His eyes opened. They were wide, and his breathing came smooth. The storm had passed.

The desert had provided him a blanket, composed of what he had ran from in the night. He gripped at his sheet, feeling it in his bare hands.

With it, he pulled. His nails were dug into the sand, and he tried to pull. Every muscle of his was moved. Every cell contracted with an added vigor; not the kind of strength that could be expected from a half buried boy in the desert. Fabric that resisted in the form of his jacket acted in another way-- chains.

His arms exited first-- the chains that bound him simply tore away... and than his back, and every part of him that had been submerged stood above the ground again. The cracking of stiff bones that had been weighed down by layers of sand came to his ears. Laeonas Tannaras, as always, had survived. Doubts unwarranted clouded none of his judgements, and his body stood as a testament, upright. Yet he had been humbled.

The boy saw naught but sand in every direction, and the expanss of the Dune Sea and her vastness once again dawned on the boy who had been foolish enough to enter her maw. He stood there defiant, and than, he sat, and turned his gaze upwards, and he marveled at another endless expanse.

It was then that he saw true beauty; the cosmos stretched out, sky and star mixed into the painting of nature's true essence. It opened itself to him, and did not force it's embrace, an offer to sweet for any man or woman to refuse. Freedom called to him now, not the call of the desert, not the trappings of land. His tattered clothing fell away as he pivoted to another direction, his hair flowing back as his legs tore through the desert sand.

 

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Sun and Stars. The dawn.

Laeonas, the boy in the desert. Foolish and proud, young and naive. Entrance of weakness and confidence. His works were humbled, driven before him by Tatooine's rage. It had lashed out, and now he walked in the sand, free.

Land.

Hate.

Anger.

Rage.

He needed none of these things. He wore his skin as his shielf, and it was what he displayed to all the land around him. Landing a footfall, he stopped in his tracks. The boy sensed where he was, and he placed a palm on the sand beneath him. Sand, grain by grain, and then in swift, strong motions, was blown back and away from his body.

His hand pressed against hilt of his vibroblade, and he swung it once. He took the sheathe in one hand and it came free. He swung it again, and sand flew from the hilt and the space between plates. Land had taken what was his, but he had not needed near any of it-- but he needed this.

He began his treck to Mos Espa again. He would find it, one way or the other.

 

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The suns had risen, and the wandering boy felt it beat down upon his skin. Mos Espa was still a ways away, and he was still out in the Dune Sea. He was still in the maw of the Desert, and he could still be swallowed by the land at any moment. The sun could beat down harder, the wind could pick up once more, and Laeonas Tannaras would be swept beneath Tatooine's dune sea for a second, final time. His blade wouldn't do a thing.

And yet he... smiled.

His carefree look and the his body language, which nobody was around to see, suggested he wasn't in a situation that would lead most to certain death. To any possible observer, confusion would be the first emotion they would feel-- hopefully followed with enough concern to go and help the boy. At this point, it was a wonder if he would even accept such help.

It could be hoped that he would find some help. Even enemies would be good for him...

 

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The loud cries came from just above a nearbye ridge. Laeonas had almost no time to react before shots from primitive blaster rifles began to narrowly miss him. His eyes widened as he saw his assailants-- half a dozen men clad in the most odd looking raps he had ever seen. The boy stared wide eyed in near horrified shock, before rolling onto the dunes beneath him to avoid another shot.

He was beyond confused, and he was also scared out of his mind. To him, it seemed that the desert had grown tired of waiting, and had manifested physical enemies to finish Laeonas the old fashioned way. But Laeonas didn't want to die in the middle of the desert-- and if these men wanted him dead, they'd have to fight him significantly more up close.

Jumping to his feet, Laeonas gathered the force and pushed sand all around him into the air. He covered his eyes, running in a straight line, the sand having helped to blot out the enemy's line of sight. The Sand People fired randomly, hoping to hear a thud.

But what came next was a young boy tearing through the sand with vibrosword in hand, screaming like mad.

He slashed at the nearest assailant and threw their body forward and into a few others with the force. The three still standing drew gaffi sticks, charging at him while yelling their battle cry, which Laeonas responded to by screaming even louder.

His vibrosword clashed, and the ensuing fight lasted for ten minutes. He was clubbed, hit, beaten, but none of them managed to land a blow with the poison ends of their sticks. But he slashed and fought back, choking one with the force, stabbing one through the chest, and even decapitating one who attempted to bash his head in with the end of a club.

Laeonas stood, at the end of it, wide eyed and trembling.

 
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