Author's note: I wrote this the day before they released the name of the small stable boy on planet Cantonica (at the end of The Last Jedi), but I'd already named him Mickey! Then I found out, just today, that his official name is Temiri! So Temiri it is! from the city Canto Bight :D (They'd better not name his Fathier animal, because I've named him now lol). I'm switching point of view and tense for Temiri's scenes. Thanks for reading <3

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TEMIRI (Planet Cantonica)

Temiri lifted his broom to the starry sky. The streak across the expanse above him could have been a shooting star, or another Resistance Ship. He'd missed the first one to arrive, but he'd seen the pilots, a guy and a girl, dressed in cool clothes made for fighting and flying. Not like his peasant clothes, or the flashy clothes of those who visited Canto Bight.

They'd set the racing Fathiers free. He smiled, remembering it.

"The Force is with me!" Temiri swung the broom handle through the air, then threw out his hand. The dust and rocks on the ground stirred. Round and round they moved in a small circle in front of him. He'd been working on this trick for a while, whenever he found a moment out of sight from Master Bargwill or the other slave masters.

Round and round the dust rocks went. They were small and it didn't take much focus to lift them, although, for Temiri, it was the most he could move, with his mind. They swirled upward into a dust cloud, like a tiny tornado before him. He smiled. It was enough to distract an attacker, for a moment. Perhaps get dust in the opponent's eyes and blind him long enough to let Temiri escape.

"Temiri!" Master Bargwill's angry yell brought the rocks and dust to a standstill. They dropped to the ground and Temiri quickly picked up his broom again.

Master Bargwill came barging out of the stables. "You're wasting your time," he snarled, looking at Temiri's broom. "There's a strong wind a comin' and this place will be filled with dry weeds blowing in by morning." He studied Temiri for a moment. "If you 'aint tired enough to sleep at ye bedtime, then I can find ye other work to do!"

Temiri hurried to put the broom away. "No, sir. I'm tired." He ran inside and ducked down into Star Jumper's stable, his Fathier race animal which he'd been put in charge over, to clean and water. But Star Jumper was not there. He was free now, with the rest of the Fathiers. He was the one which the Resistance Fighters rode on to escape.

Temiri smiled, looking down at the Resistance ring the lady Resistance Fighter had given him before she rode off on Star Jumper. He opened the front with a tiny lever, revealing the red Resistance symbol underneath. It would always remind him of the night his best friend, Star Jumper, jumped up to the sky, to the stars, with the Resistance Fighters on his back. Temiri had named him, knowing Star Jumper was brave and would be free one day.

"Goodbye, Star Jumper," Temiri whispered. He lay down in the pile of grassy feed, next to where Star Jumper had slept beside him every night since he was too young to remember. "I'll jump across the sky too, one day..."