[ The first thing he's aware of is that everything aches, like being trampled by a bantha. Breathing hurts, mouth feeling dry and throat abraded- a sensation that isn't foreign, but it's one he hasn't had familiarity with in a very long time. It's also pleasantly warm, bordering on uncomfortable. When he manages to crack his eyes open, he's very nearly blinded by the bright, mid-day sun, and he raises an arm to block its path. Very slowly, he sits up and gathers his bearings, tapping into the Force to guide his senses. He's in an outcropping of stone, the beginnings of a desert valley and the speck of a farmland in the distance.
With a deep aggravation he hasn't felt in a while when thinking about a particular place, he comes to a grave conclusion as to where he is. It can't be anywhere else, really. It's a place that will always be considered home despite how much he years to shrug it from his shoulders and forget it entirely.
Tatooine.
His scowl deepens and his brows furrow together as he tries to piece events together on how he ended up planets away with no recollection of it.. He'd been speaking with Chancellor Palpatine, the only person who seemed even the least bit interested in speaking to him, letting him voice his worries about his own path and the nightmares that continued to plague him that everyone insisted would pass. It never felt like they did, and it only served to cause greater anxiety to sit within him and further obscure the clear path he should take. The Counsil didn't take him seriously- wouldn't even grant him the title of Master, while also letting him in.. only for his purpose being to spy on the one person who seemed to be offering any sort of guidance.
There's a frustrating lack of information between then and waking up discarded in the sand on a planet that should be out of sight and out of mind. Standing up, he staggers for a moment and pulls his hood over his head to block the scorching sun from his face. Each begrudging footstep leading him toward a farm that would hopefully have some sort of means for communication so he can at least try to get hold of Obi-Wan or Padme.
The closer he gets to the modest farm, the more his heart sinks. There's no sign of life. At all. He can't sense anything or anyone with the Force, and it feels like another stab in the back. It doesn't deter him, only fills him with a grim determination to try and figure out exactly what his location is and find a means of transport or communication. The front door opens with ease, and he lets himself in. ]
Hello? Anyone?
[ He waits a few seconds and is only met with more silence. Well, he announced his presence, he can't be faulted. There's little in the small home to really give him an idea of where he is- whoever had lived here or lived here and was out clearly didn't want to be found.. An offshoot of the home offers something with a bit more interest to Anakin- a pile of unused parts and a broken droid of some sort. It's little more than an alcove where a speeder or spare tools would be kept, but it will keep the sand out of his work.
..Well. Time to roll his sleeves up and at least try, right? ]
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Date: 2020-03-22 07:30 pm (UTC)With a deep aggravation he hasn't felt in a while when thinking about a particular place, he comes to a grave conclusion as to where he is. It can't be anywhere else, really. It's a place that will always be considered home despite how much he years to shrug it from his shoulders and forget it entirely.
Tatooine.
His scowl deepens and his brows furrow together as he tries to piece events together on how he ended up planets away with no recollection of it.. He'd been speaking with Chancellor Palpatine, the only person who seemed even the least bit interested in speaking to him, letting him voice his worries about his own path and the nightmares that continued to plague him that everyone insisted would pass. It never felt like they did, and it only served to cause greater anxiety to sit within him and further obscure the clear path he should take. The Counsil didn't take him seriously- wouldn't even grant him the title of Master, while also letting him in.. only for his purpose being to spy on the one person who seemed to be offering any sort of guidance.
There's a frustrating lack of information between then and waking up discarded in the sand on a planet that should be out of sight and out of mind. Standing up, he staggers for a moment and pulls his hood over his head to block the scorching sun from his face. Each begrudging footstep leading him toward a farm that would hopefully have some sort of means for communication so he can at least try to get hold of Obi-Wan or Padme.
The closer he gets to the modest farm, the more his heart sinks. There's no sign of life. At all. He can't sense anything or anyone with the Force, and it feels like another stab in the back. It doesn't deter him, only fills him with a grim determination to try and figure out exactly what his location is and find a means of transport or communication. The front door opens with ease, and he lets himself in. ]
Hello? Anyone?
[ He waits a few seconds and is only met with more silence. Well, he announced his presence, he can't be faulted. There's little in the small home to really give him an idea of where he is- whoever had lived here or lived here and was out clearly didn't want to be found.. An offshoot of the home offers something with a bit more interest to Anakin- a pile of unused parts and a broken droid of some sort. It's little more than an alcove where a speeder or spare tools would be kept, but it will keep the sand out of his work.
..Well. Time to roll his sleeves up and at least try, right? ]