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“Luke! Come back here!” Luke ignored his uncle's cry and drove off on his speeder.
They'd had another fight about Luke attending the Imperial Academy. His uncle had promised him he'd be able to go, but when Luke brought up sending in his application, his uncle had said to him, “One more season, Luke.” By this point, Luke was sure he’d be living out the rest of his days at the farm. It wasn't even like he could be angry at his uncle, he neede him, it was only them and his aunt at the farm. Droids were helpful, sure, but even they broke down every now and again, especially the ones they bought from the Jawas; basically just scraps.
Luke came to a stop at the entrance of a canyon, if he kept going any further he'd probably encounter Sand People. He sighed and got off his speeder, once he found a little cave with some comfortable shade, he sat down and closed his eyes. He'd cool his head off and then go back home and apologize to his uncle. Yeah, that's what he'd do…
Luke woke up to his own lips smacking. His mouth was dry and his throat felt like he'd swallowed a handful of sand, he reached for his side where he kept his water pouch, only to find he'd left it back at the farm in his fit of rage. He didn't have to look around in order to know that the sun was still out, he could feel it on his skin. He'd fallen asleep but for a few minutes. Even so he'd best be getting back home. The desert wasn't kind to anyone.
Luke tried turning on the speeder, but the engine wouldn't start even after a few tries. “Oh c’mon!” Luke yelled out in frustration. Nothing should be wrong with it – he'd done maintenance just a few days ago.
Touching the engine revealed that it had overheated. Luke looked up to the sky, the twin suns giving off much more heat than before. Cursing under his breath, Luke pushed the speeder into the shade.
Luke was panting like a dog. He couldn’t even tell if he had a body anymore, he was so sure that he’d somehow evaporated away along with his sweat. He couldn’t stand sitting up, his eyesight was spiraling. So Luke laid on his side, tucking his feet into himself and wrapping his hands around his middle, pressing harshly into his stomach; something gross stirred inside, ready to be expelled.
He took a deep breath and tried not to focus on the way his body felt. If the temperature didn’t go down, he'd be stuck out here in the scorching heat with no water for who knows how long. Living on Tatooine his entire life, Luke knew it’d only get hotter. All he could do was wait.