7 Years Before the Battle of Yavin...
Ilum was a frigid world, dotted with mountain ranges, caves and a handful of small mining towns. The planet had become lawless since the collapse of the Republic. As Jeseth trudged through the ankle-high winter snow, he wondered if his sister would have ever come to accept such a bitter life. She had been so very young when Anakin had viciously robbed her of her life. Images of her broken body often filled his mind and poisoned his heart. Her torn wings and blood drenched, broken limbs... Jeseth would never forgive Anakin Skywalker for what he had done. Not when he had been forced to watch his sister die crippled and ashamed.
People did strange things to survive sometimes... Jeseth for example, now taught in the nearby town's primary school. Basic grammar, science and common language were the foundations of all his syllabuses. It didn't pay much though; most of the town's people thought school was rather pointless, and that children could better help their families by working the mines or - in the case of the young girls - selling themselves to the miners. At least he could afford to feed himself, and he was satisfied that, if nothing else. He spent long evenings training himself in the slience of his study, and waiting for better days.
By the time he had arrived in town, morning had turned to afternoon. It was unusual that no one was out... but the reason was obvious: several meters further down the road, someone was waiting. The man was leaning against a black swoop and lit up a death stick as he looked up at Jeseth. It was obvious that whoever this man was, he was a bounty hunter.
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