Meanwhile…

Sarosia was always a quiet town… at least for the most part. Everyone knew everyone, but life was the same as it was everywhere else in the galaxy. So, yes there was crime, death and lies, but that didn't affect the residents as much the pests did. Sarosia had a biweekly infestation of pirates. They came, they stole, and they "redecorated". They were just drunkards, who liked to pick easy targets. They would show force only if they thought it would be funny. The villagers weren't that afraid of most of them, but the captain was the one they were most worried about. He was a gentleman, but in a psychotic way. He killed many people, and took many things, but what scared them the most, was how terrified the crew was of him.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you folks," said the captain. His gray eyes seemed to stare down everyone at once, "The next visit better be as enjoyable as this one was." The captain left into his ship, and the pirates departed to who knows where. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone, except a boy named Kaleb. Kaleb hated them more than anyone in town. If you looked inside his soul, you wouldn't have believed how much hate could reside in one person and how it could keep growing still.

"Kaleb, c'mon son, we have to fix the cantina," sighed Caleb's father. He had owned the Hala's Spot since he had moved to the rock. He at least wouldn't let the pirates take that away from him.

"What's the point?" Kaleb spat out.

"Excuse me…" his father was shocked, Kaleb was hard headed from time to time, but never outright defiant, "Kaleb, look I know things-

"No dad, you don't know! Do you really think fixing up the cantina after those drunkards come back is supposed to fix everything, supposed to fill a void? Well here's some news, it doesn't!

"Kaleb-

"No! Just shut up okay," Kaleb was finally let out some of the anger trapped deep inside of him, "I should have left the moment they took Hala! You never wanted to do anything about your kidnapped, only daughter, so I don't see why I should do anything about your stupid, broken cantina." Kaleb turned and walked away leaving his father and the rest of the town speechless. He grabbed his speeder from behind the cantina. At least the pirates hadn't taken that from him. He gave his father one last glare before zooming out of town. The townspeople had dispersed right after he had left. Some had offered their condolences, while others just silently agreed with him. However, his father still stood in front of his decimated cantina. He couldn't get the glare Kaleb had given him out of his head. He couldn't comprehend how much anger his son had for him until now. But what struck him most was that his son's grey eyes now seemed to be a faded yellow.

The sun's slow descent to the east painted the barren landscape outside of Sarosia violet. The flat plains was now a silk purple sheet that stretched for miles on end. A lone speeder crossed this seemingly never-ending blanket leaving a trail of dust in its wake. The young boy didn't care how fast he was going or what he disturbed he just had to get to the crater. Unfortunately for him he should have cared about the latter. Kaleb reached the rim around the crater and parked his speeder on the edge. He rested his head and turned his navy blue eyes to the stars. He liked to come out here when he couldn't keep his anger in check; he didn't like the feeling of losing control over anything, especially himself. However it seemed that more and more he was out here cooling off. A old breeze swept up from the crater and rustled his russet brown hair. Calmness came over him and he closed his eyes to take it in. He felt another presence behind him. It felt slightly malicious but he couldn't tell, he was just guessing. He grabbed the knife out of his pocket and stepped of his speeder. His eyes darted around to come up with nothing. He pocketed the knife and was about to turn around when a wraid came out from nowhere and pounced. Kaleb stepped back and fell down into the crater. The wraid grabbed his speeder in its razor mouth and tore it to shreds. A piece came down the crater and landed on his leg.

"AGHHHHHHHH… Crap," Kaleb screamed his leg was definitely broken. He tried to get out from underneath the mangled chunk of metal but it was too heavy and every move shot spasms up his leg. The wraid let out a huge roar and paced around the rim, taunting Kaleb. Kaleb tried to get his pocket knife, but he couldn't find it in his pocket. He looked and saw it up on the hill. It was closer to then to the wraid then to him. There was nothing he could do but sit and wait and hope. He looked to the sky and saw a shooting star and he closed his eyes and hoped for a miracle.