Author’s Note: The Thug’s bad grammar is intentional. They happen to be uneducated. Any please enjoy the story. This is my first one.
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This is a fiction based on the Star Wars Universe. I didn’t invent star wars nor any of the planets involved. I am merely a fan and don’t take any credit for already existing lore and geography.
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Mr. Morris: Hey pup, stop staring at that lady over there, I don't pay you to daydream I pay you to organize my damn internet database!
Shin turned to face his obnoxious boss Mr. Morris.
Shin: Yes Sir.
Mr. Morris sighs and goes back to the counter and greets another stranger who walked into the store. Mr. Morris owned the largest digital library in Coruscant. Despite his nasty attitude to his staff members, he was always kind to the customers and got wonderful reviews for it. He was one of the richest men in the Under City, although he would be middle class at best should he move up and reside in the bustling Upper City of Coruscant where everyone was extremely wealthy. You had to be to reside in the marvellous skyscrapers of the Upper City.
The Lower City was plagued with a crazy crime rate, due to this security around the building was insane. It was easier to be a criminal in the Lower City. The constant darkness outside was conducive to crime. The large skyscrapers blocked out the sun, and the artificial light often malfunctioned.
The Orphan boy mulled this over, as he packed up his bag for the day, after receiving his daily wage of 10 credits. He was paid 1/10 of the wage of an average worker due to the fact that legally, he was not allowed to work. As he continued to walk he noticed two men harassing a young girl.
Thug 1: Hey pretty thang, I must say I haven’t had the chance ta meet a pretty thang like you in a long time.
Thug 2: Ya we would love to git to know ya bedder.
Girl: Stop you stupid Thugs, get your hands off of me.
The Thugs grabbed her and began ripping off her clothing. Shin decided to intervene. He yelled.
Shin: I thought big strong men like you would pick on someone your own size.
The two turned, cracked their knuckles and after dropping the lady down advanced toward Shin to teach him a lesson. Using this opportunity the lady ran way as fast as she could.
Thug 1: Mister Hero Buoy tinks ee can mess wid us.
Thug 2: Ee’s the stupid one.
Shin: I can’t believe this, it takes both you weaklings to fight one teenage boy! Your mother’s wouldn’t be proud. How about this, I will fight the stronger of you two. That way it is a fair one on one fight.
Thug 2: I’m de stronger one, fight me.
Thug 1: Na I’m da stronger one, stap lying.
Shin: Well I simply don’t know who to believe, it’s a shame really. Could you perhaps prove who is stronger.
Thug 2: How?
Shin: Well maybe fighting each other could prove your case.
Thug 1: Fine, I’ll prove that I’m strongar.
The two pair of buffoon thugs quickly turned to face each other. Neither were quite adept at fighting, but the two were both extremely muscular from a hard life in the Under City.
They began exchanging blows, the two went back in forth. It was a contest of raw strength little to no intellect involved, and a reckless abandon only present in those who have brains smaller than the size of a prune. They continuously stuck each other and ignored defence. By the end, one was a heap of bloody mess, passed out on the floor. The other was equally as bloody, the sweat shone from exposure under the artificial light.
Thug 1: Whut did I say, I am the stronger one.
Shin: You are also mentally handicapped.
He walked up to the man, and kicked him hard in the stomach. The thug tried to rise, but failed from his long battle with his companion. Shin kicked him again this time in the face, and then as the man tried to rise he gave him an uppercut to the jaw. The man swayed and fell face first onto the ground. After wiping of the blood from his hand and boot, he checked to make sure both thugs were alive. They were. He gave a sigh of relief. Although he didn’t give any mercy to thugs he never crossed the line and killed someone. To him life was sacred. He then checked their pockets and methodically searched them for credits. He managed to earn 30 credits from the two. That was enough to pay a day’s rent in his shitty “home” establishment.
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He finally returned home. He opened his loud creaky door. He locked the door, closed the blinds to the window, and then opened his cupboard. It was empty, or so it appeared to be, but after a few seconds of hand movements within the cupboard, a click sound was heard. He then pulled out a box from the cupboard. Inside the box was his meagre amounts of credits, as well as several unlabelled pills. His stomach growled. He immediately grabbed a pill, and threw it in his mouth. He swallowed it in a minute and instantly felt the relief, of no longer being hungry. Afterwards, he removed his clothing, revealing a large scar on his chest.
He hopped into his shower and felt the slow trickle of cold water fall upon his head. The heating system for the water had failed years ago, along with it the pressure. After a freezing cold shower, he put his new earnings into the box and returned it to the cabinet waiting to hear the click once more. A signal that it has returned to it’s hiding space.
His room was quite bare bones, it literally consisted of a shower, a single cupboard, two pairs of clothes lying on the floor, a blanket to sleep on, and a single picture of a human female. Or at least that was all their was at first glance. He removed the picture frame from its spot on the wall. An indent in the wall was made earlier. This allowed him to stow his prized possession inside. His Laptop.
He had hacked into a nearby internet cafe, to allow for a small amount of electrical transfer that would allow him to have his laptop charged while he was away. He also used their internet, though he created an encryption software to prevent anyone from tracking his location. He booted up his laptop.
After what seemed like an eternity, it turned on. The silent hum of the engine running brought immense comfort to this young 17 year old man. He used this laptop as a coping mechanism to remind himself that regardless of the hardships he has gone through he can still find happiness. Despite the loss of both, his parents and his families entire wealth, however meagre it is. He would not have been able to endure without it.
He had built it from scratch 5 years ago. He was always a tech expert, and from a young age worked at various stores to provide for himself. There he honed his skills and learned how to program, create viruses, and build computers. He would loot the trash near these locations and salvage parts, before they were brought over to the trash compacter, where everything was compacted into building materials. After years of collecting these materials he finally had all the parts he needed to create a machine from scratch. For 3 days he didn’t sleep or eat. He simply focused on the machine. On the 4th day, he was successful making his pride and joy. This machine also kept him alive.
His meagre salary only paid for 1/3 a day’s rent or enough for a constant food supply of cheap pills. He stole using his computer to provide for himself. He had to be careful to not get to greedy. If he stole to much, people would get suspicious. In the Under City suspicion meant death.
After spending a few hours hacking today’s rent, he began doing pushups. He was in great physical shape. The pills provided the necessary nutrition, despite their awful taste, and his constant workouts made him extremely strong and agile for his age. He needed to be. His daily encounters with thugs proved to be a constant threat to his survival. Unfortunately not all his foes had the same lacklustre intellect as the two he faced today.
Finally after a few hours of exercise he fell asleep. He dreamed that he was a jedi, saving the galaxy from the evil’s of the Sith. Purging the remnants of a broken faction.
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