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Star Wars
The Clans of the Galaxy
'You can't literally catch the wind,' said Joh Dreamweaver.
'I can,' replied Tarakin. 'It's in my blood. From ancient days of Tatooine.' Joh took a pebble and threw it down into Dam Eelid, the dam itself. 'I doubt you speak truly Tarakin Windcatcher. It is fable our surnames were Archons of Power. They are noble gestures of pride from the founding fathers, aspirations of glory they sought. Not realities of their birth.'
'Yet I catch the wind,' replied Tarakin, and took a pebble also, and threw it down into the dam, watching till it hit the water and made a ripple. He turned and looked the other way, out into the city of Dam Eelid beneath the Dam, which lay up in the Eelid mountains of Tatooine. The city was vast, one of the biggest cities of Tatooine, and plush with greenery, rare for their desert planet. Down their in the city life went on, life in the Empire or Republic or whatever Tatooine recognized these days. Maybe even a little world of its own, its own system, as the Jedi Council of New Alderaan had gone separate ways with New Coruscant, and the galaxy was split in two, and maybe even many more parts. They had a life now, in a galactic confederation, which was its own way, and ran in its own style. And he felt it, in the force, the difference now in his bones. The quality had changed. It wasn't as hard anymore. It was more peaceful, more joyful, more rCo exciting. A better life.
'Prove it,' said Joh Dreamweaver.
'I will. But weave me a dream, as I know you can, and send it to me. Of the wind of Dam Eelid. Of the high mountain air, and I will catch the wind, and fulfil your dare.'
'Don't be stupid Tarakin. I don't know how to do any such thing,' replied Joh. 'But you are a Dreamwever,' he replied.
She looked at him with uncertainty. 'You really think I can?'
'I know so,' replied Tarakin. 'Listen. Listen carefully. In the air, in the aether, there is a buzz. In the force. Things are alive now. We are in a new confederation, and it's not like the old one. New powers run the show, and there is a new way. And it's a much better way.'
'I know the talk,' said Joh, and took another pebble, and dropped it down into the dam. 'But we still must find our purpose in life regardless.'
'Which will be easier,' said Tarakin.
'Maybe,' she replied. 'But exams are exams, and they are tough to pass unless you study, no matter how much the aether inspires you.'
'Of course,' he replied.
She looked at him. 'You're silly. But I like it.'
'I can catch the wind,' said Tarakin, standing up on the bench, with his arms outstretched. 'I can catch the wind and ride it's wildest spirit.' He looked down at her and smiled. 'And you will dream me every step of the way.'
She looked up at him. 'Silly idiot,' she said, and he jumped down, and hugged her, and they started the trek back down to the city, heading for their homes.
* * *
'Art Skyfire,' said Courtney Dreamweaver. 'Skysteam does not think you are much of a threat.'
'They are the weakest Sky clan,' replied. 'I mean come on rCo mistmakers. Not exactly a Tatooine specialty. They are failing pretty lousily Courtney.'
'Funny,' she replied. 'You get up there on that rock you like to masquerade, and say 'Behold the Fire,' yet all that comes out is a weird belching sound. What, you think you are a frikking dragon or something? Is that the secret of the Skyfire clan?'
'Shut up Nightmare girl,' replied Art Skyfire.
'The Skywalkers must think you average indeed. The sorriest member of lowly Skyfire.'
'We're in the upper hierarchy,' replied Art. 'Skywalkers recognize us well.'
'I doubt it,' replied Courtney.
'Humph,' said Art. 'Dreamweavers? There are like only 3 or 4 Dream clans, and you don't even rule. Dreamstones always get the glory. They always do.'
'Dreamstones are cunning,' replied Courtney Dreamweaver. We're working them out though.'
'Like those ruddy Skywalkers,' replied Art. 'I'll work out there secrets. I will, I tell you. They think they rule the galaxy these days. A big ruddy dark Sith Lord and then a Rebel Hero. All the power and glory they say all day long.'
'They don't really boast about it, actually,' replied Courtney. 'Unlike Skyfires, they are a humble clan. Why the force chose them to rule the Sky.'
'Yeh, whatever,' replied Art Skyfire. 'You'll see. We'll be up soon enough.' 'In your dreams. Now get off that damn rock, and let's go get some sustenance. I'm hungry, and it's lunchtime.'
'Fine,' replied Art, and jumped off the rock, and accompanied his girlfriend into the city, to find a place for lunch.
* * *
Tarakin and Art were smoking ciggies.
'You two are terrible,' said Courtney.
'Pathetic,' said Joh.
'Hey, we're the men,' said Tarakin.
'Real men,' said Art.
'Probably unemployed bums, at home on mum and dad's expense till their late 30s, before they finally get off their arses and get real work. And only then because the parent's are threatening to kick them out, and change the locks if they don't go voluntarily,' said Courtney.
'Oh, that's cold,' said Tarakin. He looked at Joh. 'I got the dream,' he said.
'I figured out how it might happen. I felt it. Inside,' said Joh. 'Something in me responded when I was thinking about my surname. Something gelled inside. I think it was the force, you know.'
'And I think you are right,' replied Tarakin. 'And I have ideas of how I will follow the dream, and ride the wild wind.'
Joh smiled. 'It could be amazing. There was a lot I weaved.'
'So I'll hardly be an unemployed bum,' smirked Tarakin.
'I guess not,' said Joh.
'Art thinks he's going to be the ruling Sky clan one day,' said Courtney.
'In their dreams,' replied Tarakin.
'If Court provides one,' said Art Skyfire.
'It comes in the way it thinks best,' replied Courtney. 'I can control it, but lots of other things seem to interfere. Like there are a thousand voices in my heart weaving out life.'
'The Life of the Force,' said Tarakin.
'Maybe,' said Courtney.
All 3 looked at Courtney, and puzzled on that idea.
'Well, semester is nearly over,' said Tarakin, and it's our final year. Next year we face Academy or the real world.'
'You better be ready,' said Art.
'And you also,' replied Tarakin.
The group continued on in the park of Dam Eelid, and as they day passed they eventually went their separate ways, returning home, thoughts of the future put aside as they got on with their home life and concerns of bothersome parents.
The End
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