"Rina!"

The redhead - shocked at having heard her name (or rather her nickname) so suddenly urgently - dropped the ship part she had been scrubbing with a loud cling. The silver piece fell into the pile she had just picked it up from; her head shot up in urgency at her brother's voice, her violet eyes filled with worry and concern.

"Ani? What is it?" she asked, raising herself up from her sitting position on the sand. Sand fell from the crevices of her light beige work pants - but when one lived on a desert planet, what did one really expect? Her brother, who was sitting directly next to her, looked up from his own junk pile in a tizzy. "Is something wrong?"

"No, of course not," the nine -year old said as if it were obvious, "Why would something be wrong?" The light haired boy cocked his head to the side in confusion and stopped cleaning his own part in response to his sister's distress at his own account.

"I just thought - you called out my name so suddenly, and..." Zarina trailed, her cheeks reddening at her embarrassment. Anakin let out a small laugh; Zarina sat back down in her spot, shifting her weight stubbornly. She wiped away a red strand of hair from her face and grimaced at her brother for a moment.

"Well, Anakin, what did happen?" she asked, picking back up her ship part and rag. She had better finish her work, or Greedo - their slave master - would get extremly upset with them. For the third time that week; the Tyodarian was so hard to please and not to mention that he really didn't care if the job was correct or not, he would just complain anyway.

"I was just gonna show you this knob," he replied simply, holding out a silver device with a small smile. In the center of his small, tan palm lied a round silver contraption; was this what he had screamed about? "I thought maybe we could use it for Threepio..."

Threepio was the nicknamed christened onto C-3PO, the protocol droid that Anakin had decided to build out of an old droid carcass and various spare parts. Even though Ani billed it as a dou product between him and Zarina, Anakin did most of the work between the two. Zarina had never been very talented at those kinds of things, building things like Anakin did so readily and easily.

"I don't know," Zarina said, picking it out of his palm to inspect it. "But it's worth a shot I guess..." Zarina opened the pale red bag next to her - a stitching of her own handiwork - and placed the silver knob in a small pocket just on the inside of the bag. Zarina had taken up sewing as a distraction at about seven years old at the tutelage of their mother, following Zarina's father departure as way to fill the void left by him.

"Boy! Get in here, now!" Greedo called in Huttese, the unofficial language of the barren, desert planet. Zarina, Anakin, and their mother Shmi could all speak the language fluently; one might even mistakenly think it was their native tongue. Anakin rolled his eyes and stood, leaving the back area of the shop with a grimace. Zarina hated that Greedo forced Anakin to do menial things on his own, considering the fact that Anakin was just less than a decade old.

Zarina sighed and got back to work on scrubbing away the grime on the ship parts with a grimace. Bearing down hard on the reflective surface, the pressure of her scrub forced some of her dark red hair out of it's loose ponytail - something that caused her scowl to deepen. Cutting her hair a shorter length would have been more appropriate in the dry heat, but she could never bring herself to cut her bright curls.

A few quiet moments after Anakin left, Greedo flittered by with a tall, long-haired man dressed in a flowing fabric and durable boots. The man looked as if he were in a hurry and needed something urgently, probably why he had even stopped by Greedo's shop in the first place. If he had any sense, he was most likely wishing to get off this barren planet and quickly. The man shot a curious glance at the half- Ty'gen before following after the quickly pontificating Tyoderian in a hurry.

Zarina returned to her ship part, quickly cleaning two more in the pile in her silence. Unlike the loud and at times eccentric Anakin, Zarina preferred the quiet. She presumed that she had inherited from her Ty'gen father - she could remember him often reveling in the quiet moments in between the exciting moments of life. It was another few minutes before the man bustled through the back part of the shop; his bearded face appearing quite agitated over something. Most likely him and Greedo had been unable to reach a price, since he came fluttering in after in a tizzy before proceeding into the front of the store.

Unlike Anakin, Zarina had never been unable to react quickly. So when Anakin came barreling into the backroom a second later in excitement, Zarina didn't react quickly enough and didn't move her pile, resulting in it being knocked over by the child'd foot.

"Ani! I've worked all day on that!" the girl said, leaning over to once again replace them into a pile. Anakin gave a sheepish smile and crossed his arms behind his back apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Rina," Anakin said, "but Greedo just said that after we clean the racks we can go home!"

"Then what are we waiting for! Let's clean the racks, I wanna go home soon!"

Ok...I don't need to be writing this...I don't need to be writing this...you already have your Captain America fic...

Well, I guess now that I've already got a first chapter typed...

This was going to be longer - but life got in the way. But yeah, it's a good start at least. (Right?)

I hope you guys like this - maybe even drop a review? (Please!)

But one or two explanations:

(1) Zarina will not be Force-sensitive, she's just an average Galactic citizen trying to make her way. Ani will be, so that'll be a fun dynamic when he leaves to be a Jedi.

(2) Ty'gen is not a Star Wars species (as far as know), it's something I made up. Ty'gen are humans (like how Mandalorians are), and they're supposed to be like Nomadss, as far as anyone knows they have no home planet following an event thousands of years ago. You'll learn more later, but I just thought I'd go and tell everyone I made it up so people don't look it up and think they missed some Star Wars trivia or something. (As far as I know, Ty'gen is not used as name for anything - but if it is, let me know, I don't want to steal someone else's name.)

The early chapters are TPM, and will set up her life for AoTC, so the early stuff will be a little different than the rest of the story. Hope you enjoyed, please follow, favorite, and review!