It's probably not worth it.

There's no sense angering your Uncle Owen. You've done a good job all week, and there's no reason why he shouldn't let you hang out with your friends tomorrow night. It doesn't make any sense to give him a reason.
You load your equipment into the landspeeder and head for home.

"Just one more season," you tell yourself. You'll work through the harvest, if only because Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru have raised you all these years. But then you're out of here, even if that means enlisting in the Imperial forces.

You pull up to the homestead, park your landspeeder, and unload the equipment.

A high-pitch whine fills your ears and dust kicks up all around you. Someone is coming to visit you in a spaceship! It's landing right here in the courtyard.

Greet Your Visitor