'Mum, Dad, get up!'. This is Jiri every day, coming in to wake his parents up before he left. 'Common dad! It's morning!', Jiri shook his dads shoulder vigorously. Jake begun rousing from his sleep. '… ghnn… what is it? is it the end of the world?'. Jiri laughed 'No dad it's morning! Aren't you going to see me off before I go hunting?'. Jake rubbed his eyes, attempting to shake the remnants of sleep, 'Your like a human alarm clock you know that mate? Yeah, I'm getting up, I'll make sure your mother follows'. 'Thanks dad' Jiri called behind him as he ran out of the room. Jake took his wife's shoulder, 'Your son is demanding our presence Marie'. She begun to groan, she often remarked that she was not a morning person. 'Can we not appease him with a virgin sacrifice? I'd be willing to lose you for another 5 minutes sleep' Marie sided from her half slumber. Jake smiled, 'I'd be happy to do that for you, but we're unfortunately all out of virgins', he slapped her butt through the sheets as he left the room.
Jake made his way into the Kitchen, Jiri was already face first in his breakfast. Jake remarked, 'your getting up earlier, eating more and using less decorum every day you know Jiri'. Jiri looked up from his plate, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. 'What's decorum?' he asked. Jake smiled, 'kind of like manners'. Jiri grinned, 'yeah, it's definitely too late for me, I'm almost 19 so manners, decorum, and the other fancy words for it are not going to help at this point. I guess I can't be a politician right?'. Jake ruffled his sons hair 'Indeed, but even if you somehow did we'd still love you'.
Marie come into the room yawning, 'so how's our little hunter doing today? Going to catch us something tasty to eat tonight?'. Jiri replied, 'Little? I'm 19 mum and yeah, I got a good feeling about today, I'm gonna catch something big, I can feel it,'. Jiri finished his bowl and stood up grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair as he did so, 'alright then, I'm off – stay safe till I get back'. Marie called after him, 'don't forget your rifle! You spend all your time not hunting tinkering with that thing, would be a horrible waste to forget to bring it with you'. Jiri slung his bag over his shoulder 'I'm not going to forget my rifle mum'. He skirted the table and gave his mother a hug, then did the same to his father, before running out the door, calling as he left 'Going for real this time! Love you guys!'. Jake and Maria both called out, 'Love you too son!'.
Jake went to wash Jiri's dishes. Marie watched Jiri leave, bag on his back and rifle hoisted over his shoulder. She stayed silent for a while before asking Jake 'Do you ever worry about Jiri?'. Jake thought for a second. 'No' he replied. Marie continued her thought aloud 'I just worry that he might get in over his head, you know how impulsive he is, and he loves adventure. I mean, if something doesn't happen here, don't you worry that he'll just leave?'. Jake finished doing the dishes, walked over to Marie, gave her a big consoling hug and kissed her head. 'No, I'm not worried about any of that, he'll leave one day when he's ready, and when he does he'll be perfectly fine. He's a born hunter.'.
Jiri really did have a good feeling about today, he could feel the excitement tingle throughout his body, although he wasn't sure what he would be able to find. The animals all seemed to be acting strange of late, not leaving their lairs and acting much more cautiously than usual. Jiri was sweating lightly as he jogged through the underbrush, his keen eye keeping vigil for prey, surveying the ground, the distance and the horizon all at once. A time passed, and Jiri begun to feel the exertion of hunting, his lungs were feeling the light pain of tiredness It had been several hours worth of trekking and Jiri was unable to pick up a single trail, not an animal, not a scent, not a track, nothing. It was already midday by this point, the sun beat down relentlessly draining his energy, sweat covered his tanned face. 'I really should do this in the dark' Jiri remarked to himself. He climbed a nearby flat rock and sat, 'Oh well, guess I'll take a breather for a bit'. He pulled some dried fruit from his knapsack and begun to eat. The sweetness filled his body with a sense of joy the moment the fruit touched his tongue, he begun to feel re-invigorated. As he ate, he pulled out his rifle and begun to tinker with it. Jiri loved tinkering with his rifle, and pretty much everything he could tinker with. He even had a ship in the shed that he was working on. His parents didn't know about it, he spent most of his time there when not hunting however, so perhaps they suspected something. He planned to take the ship into the stars and travel, but he hadn't the heart to tell them. Jiri fiddled with the rifles scope, adjusting it's calibration settings. He was aware that many of the modifications that he had made to it made it a very illegal weapon, it had a massive amount of stopping power and considerable range. But those were the regulations imposed by the first order, and they were so far from Jiri's planet that their jurisdiction meant pretty much nothing. No-one that was local would bust him for it, they were a small tightly knit community and everyone knew everyone. Besides, a rifle that kills instantly takes away the pain animals might otherwise feel if they were to survive the shot, at least that's how Jiri looked at it.
Jiri sighed with satisfaction, he finished eating and he had finished modifying the weapon. He slapped the cartridge into the base of the gun, remarking to himself, 'Done, now I just need a target to use it on'. He picked up the rifle, testing the scope a final time to ensure it was right, he lightly humming a soothing tune he learned from his mother. He spied what he thought might be Bantha tracks in the dirt far towards the horizon. Jiri felt a wave of excitement burst within himself, a fully grown batha could keep them fed for weeks. Wait, there was something else in the direction though, thick black smoke. Jiri aimed the rifle upwards, towards the origin of the smoke. The trail seemed to come from the sky. A crashed ship perhaps? There hadn't been any deliveries incoming that he had been made aware of, and he was mostly aware of everything that happened in this place. But it would seem that a ship was somehow downed, perhaps malfunctioned or something. Jiri paused thoughtfully for a moment before hoisting his gun on his shoulder, and remarking 'well I'd better check this out, whatever it is', as he made his way toward the distant smoke.