Théodred Heavenshield
Norbæn Véurr
Geonosis
[member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Subject Emilia"]
This wayward odyssey on which Théo had embarked was coming full circle. He is on his way home, much changed from the young boy full of innocence and lack of experience in the wider galaxy. He had grown physically too, a little taller, stronger of body and mind. His journey had began on Nar Shaddaa, where he had worked in the worst of places, experienced the life there, and how cheap it was and the poverty of those that lived to survive on the streets, astounded him. He had had no idea of such things having grown up on Voss and Midvinter wanting for nothing. His journey took him from that extreme to another, on Ceto where he worked for Mr J. Dashiell. That place was beautiful, a picture postcard of a place the likes he doubted he would see anywhere else, but the opulence of wealth was such a stark contrast to Nar Shaddaa, he had to question the why's of life. He had traveled around that area much, doing errands for Mr Dashiell, going to places and experiencing life once more, to Alzoc III, that icy planet that only made him home sick and set the idea in his head to return home. And so, after all this journeying he had a full bank account of credits from hard work, and as the pick hit the hard rock of the front face of the ore, he thought on all this, what to do with all those credits. He could buy a ship of course, but really there is no need as he has so many available to him in the Sanctum fleet, presents for his family maybe, which would be a nice thing to do, but deep down the Jedi spoke in his heart, he would put the credits to good use for the aid of others less fortunate then himself, but how? maybe mother and father could help there.
Another swing of the pick bit deep in the rock and a large chunk fell to the ground. He bent his back, all glistening with sweat and grim from the rock, to pick up the pieces and load it onto the small container that would whisk it way back up the tunnel. It is hot down here, miles under the earth above, barely enough oxygen to breath, or water. The conditions of this place bare to say the least, and the mining company he now worked for, not generous to their workers. In fact, they are shonky .. rudimentary equipment to work with, employees constantly fighting for payment of wages, the facilities they have given them, basic, with makeshift huts for sleeping and shared amenities for washing. Long hours, driving them hard to pull up the ore. Théo did not care what they wanted the ore for, there was little to nothing of it anyway, but the company reaped from the ground what it could.
The sound of the siren blared down the tunnel, indicating a break which would not be for long before they would get back to the ore face, but Théo threw down the pick and went to the room in the tunnel for a few minutes reprieve and water. He found his seat on the usual rock, and grabbed his dirty bag to find his bladder of water.