I sprinted up the side of the mountain just as the sun had begun setting. If I didn't hurry, I'd miss the show for sure. It was the yearly festival for my vilge to celebrate another successful harvest. It was something that I was grateful for, as it was one of the few times during the year that something exciting happened on this backwater pnet.

  Of all the pces to be isekai'd into the Star Wars universe, it had to be a pnet on the utmost edges of the gaxy.

  A god, or THE God, allowed me to pick where I would be reincarnated when I died as thanks for making him ugh at how I died.

  Slipped on a banana peel and tumbled overboard from a cruise ship and was immediately chomped down on by some sharks. According to the big man in the sky, I had only a 0.0000000001% chance of dying that way. And so, he got a kick out of that. As pissed off as I was at having my apparent creator make fun of me, I knew better than to anger someone who could snap me out of existence. So, I asked to go to the one universe I thought might be the most fun, the Star Wars universe.

  I shouldn't have been shocked that a variant of it existed, turns out a multiverse did exist and I was one of the lucky few that got to pick a destination of my choosing.

  After making it to the peak of the mountain in about half an hour, I sat down on a rge, wide, and naturally polished rock that overlooked the entire valley that cradled my vilge, just as the first round of fireworks started. I grabbed a bottle of purple milk, Yactha, as my people called it, and chugged about half of it. It was sweet, not in an overbearing way, just a hint of sweetness that made it refreshing no matter the time of day.

  Smiling somberly to myself, I sealed the bottle and continued to watch the fireworks shoot into the sky and burst into dozens of colors. Even from this distance, I could hear the music bring and the singing of the vilgers as they partied. I had decided not to celebrate with my fellow vilgers this year. Don't get me wrong, they are good people and I love them dearly.

  It's just the fact that they are all so old. I was the first child born in the vilge in the past 2oo years. The Torkekian's, my people, are long-lived and for whatever reason they are one of, if not the least, sexually inclined people ever. Not only that, but based on my visits to other vilges, I am certainly the only 20-year-old around. Probably the only person around my age for hundreds of miles around. And sadly, to everyone around me, I'm considered a child.

  It wasn't all bad, I suppose. I had access to the Holonet, could watch space TV, and had a communication device that was nothing more than a smartphone, but could project the screen into the air. So, while I could talk to people online and had some forms of entertainment, I had no one on this pnet I could interact with who was on 'my level', so to speak. Especially since everyone finds it cute that I'm trying to 'act' like an adult.

  Of course, one might ask why I didn't just leave. Well, here's the kicker.

  My pnet has not developed space travel yet. Hell, even if my people wanted to buy a ship, it wouldn't matter. None of us knew how to pilot one and we sure as shit didn't have the credits to pay for one. Not like it would matter if we did have the credits, these people had no desire to leave this pce.

  And it drove me insane.

  Merchants would come every now and again, so space travel wasn't anything new to us; they just did not care for it. Regardless, the merchants were always welcomed as they brought us updated technology (at least we thought they did) and even agricultural supplies if we needed them. I've been scolded on more than one occasion for asking merchants how much it would be for them to take me with them.

  Worth a shot.

  Despite all of this, there was one more thing that made living on a farm world at the edge of the gaxy bearable.

  I could use the Force.

  Actually, I only knew how to reinforce my body with the Force. Enhanced strength, speed, durability, and reflexes, if it were a physical trait, I could boost it. I've tried meditating and trying to lift objects but no matter what I did, I could never truly experience the force and use it outside of my body.

  I'll say this, though: fighting a Gorr'ak, think bear, but twice as rge as the ones on Earth and with tusks, with my bare hands was thrilling as hell. Funny thing, however, my people didn't care that I was hunting and fighting these beasts. The idea of me being a child was more of a cultural thing than it was biological. All Torkekians were expected to hunt and farm, and with me being able to use the Force, they were happy with me doing it. Therefore, despite being seen as a child in some aspects, my physical prowess had always been recognized.

  As I watched the sun finally dip below the horizon, and the festival go into full swing, I heard a low rumbling sound. Standing up, I looked around as best I could in the dark to find the source of the noise, only for a small ship to shoot past overhead and make its way over to my vilge.

  Anxious and worried that they were pirates or something worse, I raced down the mountain, praying that I could get to my vilge in time to protect them should these visitors have ill intentions. Not sure what I could do against bster fire, but I'd fight like hell to protect my family despite that.

  By the time I reached my vilge, the music and loud cheering had died down, repced by excited whispers and confused questions.

  As I approached from a distance, careful to stay out of the sight of whoever the vilge had surrounded at this point, I tried to spot who they might be. After a few minutes of making my way through the outskirts of the crowd, I finally saw who the visitors to my barren pnet were.

  Qui-Gon Jinn and a young Obi-wan Kenobi.