Sheev swung his bag off his shoulder to the floor by his desk chair after another exhausting day. Soon he'd be graduating. He dreamt of gaining a position within the Naboo government, to be elected senator. He wanted to be a voice for change, to help sweep out the slowly but steadily growing corrupt force overtaking the Republic's Senate. For now though, he'd have to be satisfied getting experience as a draftsman. Graduating top of his class would certainly help ease his way inside Naboo's governing house. It would take years of hard work to even get a chance to run for political office and affecting real change in the Senate was so far off.

Sheev grabbed a data pad, plopped it at the end of his desk and slumped into his desk chair. Sleep. That's what he needed. If only he could afford the luxury. He had to finish his oral report for his Gungan Comparative Government class. He stared at the data pad he'd dropped on the desk across from him. Willing himself to pick it up. He was so tired he didn't even want to lift his arm to pick it up. He continued to stare at the pad, willing more and more energy to grab it. Just as he lifted his hand to pick it up, the pad suddenly flew off the table and flew right at his face.

Startled and having no time to react, Sheev only gasped as the data pad hit him right across the face and fell to the floor next to him. Sheev jumped out of his chair, backing away from the object.