*This is a response to a story prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts (which I’m apparently not allowed to link to). It’s taken me a while to write (and I’m still working on more) because I’m no expert on Star Wars lore and only had the motivation to do a moderate amount of research, but the prompt interested me so much from a character point of view that I couldn’t get it out of my head until I actually sat down and wrote it. That said, I’m open to all feedback EXCEPT for complaints about it being inaccurate or non-canonical, because, duh. Anyway, enjoy! More to come as soon as I finish it…*
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The atmosphere on Tenori Prime turned the light of its sun a dreamy honey-brown, the seas that covered almost all of its surface shimmering like silver and gold flowing together. It was well after noon on the rocky atoll once known as the Latanae when two small ships sailed down from the sky, landing on two separate buildings on opposite sides of the ring of islands. From each craft emerged two figures, and from each pair, one departed and began the walk along the series of bridges that chained together the northern islands of the atoll.