In the middle of the sweltering sun's rays, manual labor is being done.

Not much for worker welfare there.

I am there, in the heat of the mid-afternoon, falling into the rhythm of picks scraping away at the scorched ground. I sigh, staring up at the clear skies of Kebleshan. It's perfectly clear, with only the occasional bird chirping as it flies away.

Did I tell you who I am? Dakarus Obarel. Told you that this is my job?

I'm a miner working for the Imperial governor of Kebleshan. On a 24/7 basis, I pound away at the ground, stopping only for a short break. I know nothing about my past. All I know is that I'm here, I have nothing to do except for pound away at the ground, and talk to my friends. Or what counts as "friends". My fellow teen-miner Athagos is severely injured from a boulder tumbling onto his body, which gives him respiration problems. He has big dreams - get to an Imperial military academy to serve the galactic order that delivered the galaxy from the Clone Wars.

Strangely enough, I have the same dream. If only I can end the monotony of my life and get to - where - anywhere!