The Trade Federation blockade around Naboo unfolds as usual, but instead of traveling with Queen Amidala and her entourage, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is assigned to escort his Padawan Anakin Skywalker during the mission. Their escape goes wrong. The ship is damaged and forced to land on Tatooine, a place outside Republic control where credits are useless and survival has its own rules. They need parts. That’s where they meet Nyres. ⸻ Nyres lives in a junk district near the edge of a settlement. She’s twelve years old, about two years younger than Anakin. She works for a scrap dealer who owns the labor contracts for several workers—including her and her older brother. Their parents died years earlier. Her brother raised her as best he could after inheriting their debt and eventually being trapped in the system himself. Nyres doesn’t talk much at first. She assumes strangers either want something or leave. Her clothes are simple and dark—practical worker layers patched with whatever material lasts longest in the heat. Her black hair is usually tied back while working, and her green eyes carry that unsettling habit of looking at people like she already noticed something they haven’t. She has no idea what the Force is. She just thinks she’s observant. She knows which machines will break. She reacts before accidents happen. She wins games nobody expects her to. She calls it luck. ⸻ Obi-Wan and Anakin visit the workshop for replacement parts. Before they even explain the issue, Nyres says: “Your cooling line isn’t damaged.” Obi-Wan pauses. She points. “It’s the secondary coupling underneath.” She’s correct. Her brother apologizes immediately. “Ignore her. She guesses.” Nyres quietly replies: “I don’t guess.” Anakin notices. Obi-Wan notices more. ⸻ They learn something else: Nyres is the only human on that side of the settlement who can finish pod races. Not because she’s reckless. Because she can feel movement before it happens. She’