Tatooine, to free a Tusken Captive

Dressing yourself in the robes and imposing armor of Revan, former Dark Lord of the Sith, you teleport across the Galaxy to Tatooine, the birthworld of Anakin Skywalker with a single goal in mind; to find Shmi Skywalker. This was the first of many divergent actions you wished to take in the timeline, as Shmi's **** was a pivotal factor in Anakin's fall to the Dark Side. Additionally, she was the mother of the Chosen One and thus would be a likely candidate to bear powerful children to maintain this galaxy when you decided to move on to other projects.

You arrive at the guarded entrance of the Tusken Camp just as the sun had reached high noon, startling the masked guards with your sudden appearance. They raise their weapons and angrily bark at you in their native tongue, a speech that you understood perfectly.

"Begone outsider!" they ordered. "Leave this place or die!"

"I have come for the human female you are holding captive," you project into their minds. "I won't leave without her."

You doubted these primitive peoples had any comprehension of telepathy beyond a general sense of mysticism, but your demands were perfectly understood and after having a moment to compose themselves, they react violently and charge at you with raised gaffi sticks; thin staves with a flanged mace on one end and a ball with a spear-like point on the other whose neck was bent into an L shape. You raise your hand and bring the warriors to a stumbling halt, using the **** to push them to their knees. You can hear them groan and wheeze through their masks under the unrelenting pressure of your will.

"Bring me to your chief and you will be allowed to live. Refuse, and I waltz in anyway past your lifeless corpses."

Under your unrelenting power, the need of self-preservation wins out against all other thoughts. Pleased at their submission, you allow the Tusken men to stand as they, with shaking legs, escort you into the camp.

The camp itself was everything you had expected from a tribe of nomads; a sprawl of cloth and tanned leather huts not unlike the wigwams of Native Americans back home. The camp's inhabitants give you a wide berth, and you have no doubt they had heard the commotion outside after your not-so-pleasant first encounter with the guards. Men armed with gaffi sticks and primitive blaster rifles stand protectively in front of their women and children as you and your escorts stride towards the largest hut in the center of the camp, this one of a much darker leather than the rest. There you are greeted by an old Tusken male dressed in ornate robes; the Chieftain of this tribe.

"Who are you, outsider?" he asks in a gravelly voice. "Speak quickly for you are not welcome here."

"I seek a woman, a human woman whom you've recently stolen from her home," you speak outloud for all to hear, lacing your words with power to overcome the language barrier.

The Chief, though far older and more cautious than his younger guards, displays clear disdain through his shifting body language.

"And for what reason should we surrender her to you? You, an outsider, who barges into my home and threatens my people? The human is rightfully ours by conquest and shall remain here for the rest of her days."

"I seek no harm to befall you or your tribe, but I must insist that she comes with me. As a token of good will, I have not come empty handed and present to you a gift; the gift of Life."

You can tell through his mask that the Chief is regarding you with a puzzled expression and rightfully so. You were in possession of nothing besides the clothes on your back. Ignoring the suspicious guards, you turn on your heel and raise you hand towards the center of the camp. At once, a low rumbling took hold of the earth beneath your feet, the act of supernatural power making the tribe stumble backwards in fright. Disregarding their cries of alarm, you will a miracle into existence as the arid ground erupts with streams of crystal clear waters. You can feel shock and awe radiating through the tribe at the endless streams. How best to convince these primitives of your divinity than to grant them the most sacred of all resources in abundance?

You return your attention to the dumbstruck Chief who has now fallen to his knees, and he is quickly joined by his people.

"Forgive us my Lord," he begs. "Forgive our disrespect to your Holiness."

You smile beneath your mask as the tribe worships you.

"Your transgressions are forgiven. As such, I require two things of you. First, you shall fetch the human woman so that I may heal her for her journey home, and second, you shall bring me the worthiest female of your tribe. In the meantime, your people are free to make use of the streams. I shall await both tributes in your hut."

The Chief quickly steps aside and at his direction, the tribe erupts with activity. While the Tuskens immediately rush to the flowing waters with pitchers and some even ripping off their masks to drink, you step around the Chief and enter his dwelling to escape the oppressive desert heat. You were greeted with decorative cloths and tapestries in a myriad of golds, reds, and purples, and the scent of incense drifts into your nostrils. In front of you was what appeared to be a dining area with various meats, cheeses, and dried fruits. You can only assume you had interrupted a meal and you help yourself to a light snack. To your left you find his personal armory with ceremonial armor and weapons, and to your right you find a large sleeping area of bantha furs.

In no time at all, you hear movement at the hut's entrance flap and you are pleased to see two Tuskens carry in an **** Shmi Skywalker in their arms.

"Set her down gently over there," you gesture towards the furs, and they immediately obey.

As if handling a newborn, they reverently lay Shmi upon the furs and by your dismissal, immediately depart the hut. You frown as you inspect her injuries. A nasty head wound hand been caked over with blood and angry red blisters shown from beneath the bindings encircling her wrists. Turning her over onto her back, you place a hand on her chest and inspect her internally beneath her ragged clothes, and find she was bleeding within her abdomen as well. It was a miracle she had survived this long at all.

You move your hand down to her navel and channel healing energies into her wounds, the delicate flesh of her internal organs knitting back together intricately. You then do the same to the infected gash upon her crown and all other cuts and abrasions you find along her skin. Finally, you sever the rough cords holding together her wrists and ankles. By the time you finish, you sense the Chief enter his hut along with a Tusken female in tow.

"I have brought a girl as you've requested, my Lord," he states as he motions the younger Tusken to step forward. "This is my daughter Chekha. May she prove worthy of your blessing."

Chekha steps forward timidly but resolute. You can feel she is intimidated by your presence.

"Thank you. You may leave us," you command the Chief.

He obeys without question, giving you the privacy you desired.