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You are awoken by the same site that always greats you in the morning: the rising of Tatooine’s twin suns. This sight, be it sun set or rise, is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your | You are awoken by the same site that always greats you in the morning: the rising of Tatooine’s twin suns. This sight, be it sun set or rise, is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your 15 years on this hellhole of a planet, and as your eyes adjust, you are treated to the familiar face of your twin Ayy. In away, you like to imagine yourselves as the suns, the most beautiful things in a desolate hive of awfulness, for whatever comfort that provides.<br/> | ||
You sit up and stretch your arms, breathing in the stale air and dry scent of the desert. Your dingy living quarters are not pleasant but they’re much better than those of the other slaves. This is honestly the only thing that tells you that you and your sister are as rare and valuable as your master says you are. What’s so special about you? Sure, you’re red, and apparently that’s highly uncommon or something, but you’ve never seen Twi’leks outside of slavery. Can you really be THAT rare? It’s just so hard to fathom. | |||
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You are awoken by the same site that always greats you in the morning: the rising of Tatooine’s twin suns. This sight, be it sun set or rise, is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your 15 years on this hellhole of a planet, and as your eyes adjust, you are treated to the familiar face of your twin Ayy. In away, you like to imagine yourselves as the suns, the most beautiful things in a desolate hive of awfulness, for whatever comfort that provides.
You sit up and stretch your arms, breathing in the stale air and dry scent of the desert. Your dingy living quarters are not pleasant but they’re much better than those of the other slaves. This is honestly the only thing that tells you that you and your sister are as rare and valuable as your master says you are. What’s so special about you? Sure, you’re red, and apparently that’s highly uncommon or something, but you’ve never seen Twi’leks outside of slavery. Can you really be THAT rare? It’s just so hard to fathom.