#((i wrote the kind of force push like you'd see on star wars))

[ask-alterwolf-curseko]

Technically i am not an annon so fuck that shit. [They proceed to pull the teen out with a shadow hand coming from the "ground"]

[He loudly starts gasping for breath as he brings a hand up to his throat, after being promptly released from the monster's grasp.]

[The creature makes an annoyed growl and an ominous, long glitch-like arm appendage pops into existence from his hair and snatches up Atlas again. The latter yells and fights to free himself, grunting and groaning.]

KO.exe-like creature: I would at least appreciate it if you could leave me and Atlas by our lonesome. That shouldn't be a hard for you to not mess things up for me further...

KO.exe-like creature: Here is a helpful suggestion. Be a lamb and STAY OUT OF THIS!! [With one of his regular hands, he does a sorta force push against freepaperdetective.]

[caroldanversinatardis]

New Story!

I wrote this based on a prompt from @direwolfrules . Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy!

If you'd like more stories in the future, let me know!

Story Teaser Below:

As the X-34 zoomed southbound across the endless Tatooine desert, Luke still couldn’t shake the nagging pull inside of him. The closer they got to whoever was out there, the worse the pull got, like two magnets forced to inch next to each other. He had to see who or what was calling for his attention.

“There!” Luke pointed out a prone figure lying in the desert sand near an astromech. Owen pulled the speeder to a stop and quickly jumped out. He ran over to the body and crouched down. Luke watched as a dark expression flashed across his uncle’s face, but it was gone in an instant.

“Luke, grab the water!”

Luke reached over into the backseat and hooked his arm around the canteen strap. He hopped out of the speeder and ran over to Uncle Owen. “There’s not much left,” he said hesitantly.

“That’s okay. It’s enough for now.” Owen rolled the young mystery boy onto his back and held his torso off the ground. “Hey, you doing ok buddy? You awake?”

The dark-haired boy stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering between open and closed. He tried to mumble something, but it came out too raspy to understand.

“Take it easy, kid.” Owen lifted the edge of the canteen to the boy’s lips. Drops of water slid down the side of the metal canteen as Owen poured a small sip into the boy’s mouth. The boy spluttered and coughed. Water sprayed all over the front of his orange jacket.

“You’re gonna be alright.” Something about Owen’s voice must have had a strong effect on the mystery boy. He reached forward for a second, but then his eyes rolled backwards and he slumped into Owen’s arms.

“Is he ok?” Luke asked.

Owen scooped the boy into his arms with a grunt. “He’s sunburned pretty bad and probably got heatstroke. Beru knows what to do.” He started walking back to the landspeeder. “We need to get him back to the house. Is that droid working?”

Luke ran his hands carefully over the silver and orange astromech. It didn’t take long for things to heat up in the blazing suns of Tatooine, but this droid had clearly been soaking in sun rays for a while. Heat waves radiated off its body. The paint chipping off of it made it seem like it picked a fight with a Z7 Sandblaster droid.

“This is a C1 unit. It’s pretty old, but if it was moving around out here, then it’s probably still in good shape. Just needs a battery recharge.”

“Good. Can you get it over here?”

Luke carefully pushed the heavy droid over to the landspeeder and Owen helped him lift it into their backseat with an unceremonious thud.

“Geez, that thing is heavy,” Luke mumbled as he climbed into a tight spot next to the droid.

“I hope you can lift it on your own, ‘cause I’m counting on you to get it up and running when we get back.” Owen revved the speeder to life. “See if you can find out any information about this guy.”

Luke nodded as he settled in beside the battered astromech, cradling the water canteen in his lap. The journey back to the Lars homestead felt longer than typical, with the sun beating down relentlessly on Luke and Owen’s heads.

As they zoomed home, Luke couldn't help but stare at the unconscious stranger in the front seat. Who are you? he wondered.

Maybe he was a pilot? Or a racer of some kind and his jacket was a streamlined uniform? He looked about Luke’s age, but definitely wasn’t from around here. He didn’t have any type of sun protection with him and his clothes were both too heavy and brightly colored for someone wandering the unforgiving deserts of Tatooine. Everyone here wore some sort of variant of beige or white. His short dark hair was a dead giveaway and his skin looked like someone painted it with copper dust, though that might have just been the red sunburns. Two sharp scars stood out on his left cheekbone.

This guy looked so out of the ordinary and yet…something about him still pulled at Luke. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it certainly wasn’t a good one either, like the feeling Luke got while working on an unfamiliar machine. Was this person a threat? He could almost tangibly feel a connection to him, an invisible tether connecting the two of them like electricity passing between the spark plugs of the speeder.

Whoever this kid was, he was definitely important.