Residents of Tatooine
Outer Rim of the galaxy, edge of Hutt Space, Tatooine.
On the outskirts of Mos Eisley City stood a moisture farm, a kind of farm built for Tatooine's unique climate. On Tatooine, a thin mist descended after every sunset. This mist was rich in moisture, so the planet's inhabitants used equipment to collect it, then used it to irrigate and cultivate crops.
Experts believed this mist was most likely formed by Tatooine's underground water reserves. It was precisely because of its presence that life on Tatooine could endure.
As the binary suns of the Tatooine system slowly climbed above the horizon, Tatooine was about to welcome another scorching day.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Amid rhythmic shouts, a vigorous-looking young man was practicing punches outside the moisture farm.
He had yellow skin, black eyes, and jet-black hair cut short. His expression was resolute, and he looked sunny and handsome.
He practiced with great focus until sweat soaked his entire body and formed a ring on the ground around him. Only then did he stop. Facing the morning sun, which was already radiating scorching heat, he sat on his knees and began to meditate.
After a long while, a cloud of dust rose in the distance as a speeder bike raced toward him.
The young man sighed and opened his eyes.
The speeder bike slid sideways in a nearly wild drift, kicking up countless clouds of sand that rushed straight at him. Yet the young man merely waved a hand, throwing over a hundred punches in an instant. The force of his fists formed an invisible barrier that blocked every grain of sand.
A cloaked figure jumped down from the bike. After dismounting, she tossed aside her dust-covered cloak, revealing a beautiful face full of heroic spirit and a fit,