Enoch Zambrano
Little Boy Zambrano
Orax
Rocks. Rocks everywhere. Enoch huffed and puffed his way up the rocky mountainside. Hopefully he was headed in the right direction; the man couldn't tell which way was which, considering no matter where one looked, all that was visible was rocks and slaves. The slaves were easy to tell apart, however. Enoch's mind was constantly probing the crowd of the weak for a tasty meal. You know what they say, no two nerfbugers are the same. But slavery wasn't why Enoch was on Orax, he had enough of those back on Panatha.
No, Orax was home to a unique species. A very unique species, in fact; the Shards. To a normal person, they just looked like a big conglomeration of crystals. Yet, Enoch wasn't a normal person, and these rocks with brains weren't about to have a normal day. Supposedly, they had a colony somewhere around here. He had the feeling he was headed in the right direction. Every Force Sensitive knew that tugging feeling in their gut, the one that pulled you and you couldn't quite shake off.
Something's up there, and I'm going to burn it.