“There was once a pretty wild dust storm during a battle Aargonar. Of course then, it was our ship that was doing the crashing,†Hallis joined in, his tone showing the smile his face does not. He and Squid had always enjoyed swapping stories of distant worlds, and journies to them. Some Mile had heard countless times, but this was one he had not.
Ever eager to learn, Mile listens intently. He enjoys Hallis’ stories of adventure across the galaxy. He had always thought about being a spacer, roaming the galaxy, visiting distant planets, seeing sites like the capital of Hosnian Prime, or even the city world of Coruscant. But the only home he knows is the vast deserts of Tatooine, and it has always seemed like this place was the planet farthest from the bright center of the universe.
“Those were different days,†Hallis states, “Life was adventure. But after the Clone Wars, so much changed.â€
“Wait… You fought in the Clone Wars?†Mile asks. He had always suspected, do to the Givin’s age and his array of tales. But he had never found the opportuinty to ask the question.
“Yes,†Hallis says as he leans back, memory haunting his tone. “I fought for the Old Republic. But that was a different time, life was adventure then. Even with the New Republic and all its glory, things will never be the same.†His voice begins to trail off for a moment, as Hallis thinks to himself. “Different stories for different times.†The Givin says, more cheerfully. He then spends the rest of the evening telling a tale of the harvest, as the memory of the past fades into the night.
The following morning, Mile cleans up the yard with the help of two Jawas. Everthing had shifted under the harsh winds, and air filled with sand.
The Jawas’ names are Meeto and Haak. Excitable little fellows, but fierce as a Krayt Dragon in a pinch. They scuffle through the endless piles of scrap.
“Utinni!†Haak, the younger one, exclaims, as he gestures to an Astromech arm nearby. “Sala Ruke chii haja sung daba.†Mile tells them in Jawaese. The words meaning: Master Ruke will definity want this. The jawas nod, and then wander off to look through the junk.
Parts to R-series Astromech Droids had been becoming rarer and rarer. Ever since the adition of the BB unite, they just weren’t in demand.
Mile reaches down for the part, but sees something glimmering in the pile of scrap, uncovered by the winds from the storm. He clears the pile…
…revealing a small metal object. It is unusual, but unique. Mile cannot explain it, but it almost seems to… call to him.
On the planet of Tatooine, twenty eight years after the Battle of Yavin. 
Even after all its many years, Mos Eisley remains a wretched hive of scum and villainy.
The denizens of the city go about their business, much like they always have. Aliens from countless worlds, smugglers on the run, and peaceful moisture farmers, they all live their lives untouched by the New Republic. In these times, most keep their heads lowered, and their words quiet. Some things never change on Tatooine, and lawlessness is no exception. 
In recent days, the troops of the dreaded First Order have made their presence known, and keep a dark and watchful eye over the spaceport. In their white armor, the Stormtroopers under the command of Supreme Leader Snoke stand resolute, hiding the faces of humans under their helmets. With the purpose of eliminating their humanity, leaving only their strength and power. 
On the outskirts of the spaceport rests a droid shop, a small establishment owned by a Nemodian known as Ruke Vaalo. Outside of it rests a junkyard, where Ruke keeps everything from old Pit Droids to Podracer engines.
Through the sands and scraps of metal, Mile Danis works in the yard. He is young, and has yet to make his mark on the world. But he works diligently, even under the unforgiving gaze of Tatooine’s twin suns. 
Ruke steps out into the junkyard, as the sands begin to shift and the winds grow harsher. Dust begins to fill the air, and Ruke calls over to the young human. A sandstorm is about to hit.
