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Private Dear Old Dad

Jabez Melidoru

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THE DISTANT PAST
SOMEWHERE ON TATOOINE
Jabez Senior clutched his temples, pacing back and forth as he cursed to himself in frustration. "Kark, kark! Gawdamnit!" Senior turned to look at the land-speeder mangled against a large, dusty rock, the man he had hired to be his second gun slumped over in the passenger's seat, his hand hanging over the door, limp, his face gaunt and burnt by the summer heat, which had taken it's toll on the man's no longer sweat producing face. The desert plain was mostly slient, only the rustling of trees and the distant expletives of a very scared and frustrated man could be heard through the still, daylight air. Then, a sound cut through both the quietness of the air and tugged on the delicate thread of Senior's already bedraggled mind. Distant sirens. The sound of authority. The sound of punishment for his crimes. Jabez threw his hands in the air in rage, shaking them violently, his hands balling into fists as he growled. Jabez's mind was filled with a flurry of emotion, anger and frustration and fear all coming in waves.
The anger overpowered any other emotion in the man's mind. He had done this for a reason.
Money?
No.
Power?
No.
To rebel?
No.
He had done it for one reason, but it was not clear. The thought could not be grasped in midst of the fear that he felt.
Senior had not even realized he was standing still, but he quickly awoke from the dark recesses of his mind.
Senior quickly marched over to the wreckage of the car, dust in his wake, as hie reached over the door, to the other hand of the man that lay dead, wrestling the blaster that he gripped from his limp hand.
The sirens grew closer.
Jabez's breathing quickened as he pulled the slide on the blaster, his pace also becoming fast, his path towards the dirt road resolute. He stepped onto the road, and turned towards the direction of the sirens.
He looked in the other direction quickly, considering running away for just a moment. With any luck, they might not catch him. But two quickly changing factors would determine his path.
The sirens grew even closer.
His ears received the sound, transmitting it clearly to his bedraggled mind. Time seem to slow, and he went deep into contemplation once again.
"Jabez, I'm sorry, but I'll have to let you go."
Jabez remained silent for a few moments, stirring in the tiny fold up chair, minuscule compared to the large leather chair his boss sat in.
"B-but why? I've been working here forever!"
"Jabez, don't consider it personal. Please. Im sorry. Times change."
Another memory flashed before him.
Jabez his his foot on a vending machine out of the bosses's office, and he doubled over in pain. A custodian laughed at him from down the hall.
"Wha? Why are you people-"
"We're sorry sir, but your house.... it's been repossessed."
Jabez's mind turned back to the present.
He remembered now.
The sirens grew closer, reaching a fever pitch.
Jabez raised his blaster towards the direction of the sirens, the fear on his face replaced by determination, the shaking of his gun replaced by statue stiffness.
Senior took one affirmative step forward.
He had had enough.
 
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