Last spring you went womp rat hunting when you should have been mending a fence line, and Uncle Owen grounded you for two months. You reluctantly turn your attention back to the moisture vaporator...

A hour later you've fixed the vaporator. Maybe there's still time to check out that crash. Surely missing dinner isn't as big a crime as blowing off chores. That's assuming Aunt Beru isn't in one of her moods, of course.

Investigate the Crash

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