Star Wars: Cay's Tale/Story

Morning in the Milan homestead, the home of Jon Milan, his wife Deni and his step-son Cay. Eighteen year old Cay was working on his father's old landspeeder in the garage which Jon often gloated about it being bigger than most farmers, a quarter the size of an Executor-class Star Dreadnought. Deni Sivas, Cay mother walked into the garage behind Cay.

"Cay!" Deni Sivas yelled.

"Yeah." Cay responded.

Cay climbed down from atop his father's landspeeder with hydrospanner and plasma torch tucked into his tool belt.

"I want you to go get something from Rik Emir's home, his daughter should be be home." She handed him a datapad with a map. Cay peered at it, his eyes went wide.

"You want me to go all the way to Anchorhead," he complained, "you're kidding right? We practicully half way across the Dune sea."

Her face was serious. "No. I'm not kidding, now go."

Cay and his mother argued for several minute before Jon walked in yelling with a bottle of Alderaanian ale. Cay groaned and mumbled something in the Mandalorian language, Deni welcomed her husband, and pointed at Cay with her long thin fingers.

"What with all the yelling! I'm trying to concentrate, and kill some womps." he said.

"Hey Jon, gar mir'osik." Cay said.

Jon looked puzzled and scratched his head.