Tatooine 11 BBY

The hot piercing suns shone sharp rays into the eyes of the people in a small gambling city of Tatooine. The town is bustling with muggers, street kids, merchants and imperial guards, but this story doesn't start here. While the rich entrepreneurs are taking their shots and winning millions, the 7th patrol squad is out guarding the borders of the inadequate dump heap that many people called their home. This squad isn't anything special. Look outs, guarding and managing is what 25 other patrol squads were tasked to do, not just them. The 7th patrol squad is usually instructed in scouting the north gates, which particularly done during the day.

"I think we can call it a day everyone, return to base camp." A man with a deep, grizzly voice calls out over the small radio that was hiding in the pocket of a distinctively red-haired man in his late twenties. After a few seconds of silence, one by one, multiple voices started blurting out sighs of relief, and signs of responses as if all the tension had suddenly disappeared.

"Copy that." A female with a soft voice replied.

"I am so tired." A boy with a cheesy, girly accent wined over the radio.

"Who wants to go drinking later on?" A tenor, young male voice yells.

"Hell yeah!" A high pitched male voice screeched.

"I wouldn't mind, how about you Ken?" The same female voice adds to the list of multiple agreements of the sudden outing. The red-hair boy pulls the radio out of his pocket and replies.

"I would like to say no, but every time, I swear you guys keep pestering me to go anyways." His face grinned slightly. The sparking and buzzing made by the electricity that appeared on a staff he was holding had faded away. He turned towards the gate, and he starts to make his way to the headquarters of the Tatooine patrol squadron, jogging in a slow pace.

Ken Corrino. A human male with an average height and an average muscular build with a slim outline. Really, according to the other members of the 7th patrol squad, the only thing that made him unique was his intense reddish-orange hair. Everyone in the 7th patrol squad had a backstory, or a past life they were dedicated to, which most likely ended in disaster. In Ken's case, his mysterious past had just concluded, like the ending to a story. That's what Ken thought, but that really was only another chapter in his life, something he could never return too.

Ken returned to his dorm on the second floor of a rundown building made of sandstone and metal support beams. He placed his Taser staff on his working bench, and removed his thick head gear. The symbol of the patrol squadron was the same to that of the empires', since the squadron was owned by the empire. Considering that previously he had been hiding for almost 10 years on the imperial dominated planet working as a mechanical engineer, he never though he would end up winding himself working for the empire again.

After he barely escaped, he was whisked away on the adventure of a lifetime, where he was finally dubbed a Jedi knight. That's right. Ken is a survivor of order 66, and as the Padawan who survived, the master who he looked up to had died protecting him. The pain of losing him had damaged his connection to the force, but over the years after leaving his life as a mechanical engineer, he restored his connection with the help of another Jedi master. After her death, he went into hiding again for the next four years.

"Oh, hey Ken!" A bald, dark-skinned, handsome man who was around the same age as Kel walked into the dorm. That was his roommate, Gunn Connor, the 7th patrol squad's captain. He and Ken weren't really close, but they were able to cooperate with each other.

"We're going to go in about twenty, kay?" he spoke in his grizzly, deep voice.

The double suns were starting to set in the luminescent warm, ombre sky.

"Sure, that's fine with me, but I'm not going to bring much anyway." Ken replied as he averted his eyes from the sunset to the droid that was sitting in front of his view. Deskbound on his work bench, the small, disabled BD unit was looking towards the ground, with no sign of revival. The BD unit wasn't just a token of good memory, but also Ken's best friend. The BD unit was really the only thing Kel could talk to about anything, and he was the droid that accompanied him on his adventures after his awful life as an engineer. After his 2nd year of hiding on Tatooine, the droid had been caught in a crossfire between storm troopers and a ship hijacker. He hasn't come back to life ever since.

Ken sighed, drooping his gaze towards the floor.

"Why are you still trying to fix that unit anyway, didn't you say so yourself that it couldn't be revived." Gunn spoke as he tried to break the silence between them. He was taking his long-sleeved light grey shirt off, revealing his muscular, heavily scarred body.

Ken looked up to see him grab the water sack from his pack, and he chucked it towards him.

"He's something I can't let go of." Ken replied miserably, as he caught the water sack with a distant look in his eye. He opened it and took a sip of the warm water, gulping it down in one shot.

Their attention suddenly turned towards the sound of knocking on the door metal door.

"We're gonna leave in five minutes, so hurry up and get changed!"

"Kay!" Gunn replied. He grabbed a shirt under his bed and a leather-like jacket, pulled on some lace-up shoes and was about to walk out of the room until he noticed a wave of shock and concern flush over Ken's pale face.

"You good?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Well hurry up, we need to catch up with the others. I'm going to head out first."

"I'll be right behind."