Everything had been going well.
The Corellian had been working, shipping items across the galaxy. He didn't know what items, he hadn't bothered to ask. He'd just told the client to load the crates into the cargo hold and leave. Kyle was clever enough to not question what he was shipping, instead he just did it and took the credits at the end. He'd learned early on that questioning normally lead to you being beaten and broken.
From that day he just didn't question what he was shipping.
This job offered good credits, that's why he had taken it. He had to support himself, feed himself and give himself a roof over his head. He'd take any job as long as it paid reasonably. He wouldn't admit it but he was pretty desperate. He was broke, that was the honest truth. He could afford a meal a day, sometimes if he was lucky he could get two. Never three, never enough money for three.
He was enroute to Osseriton. It was a planet he'd never heard of, a planet he'd never once had the privilage of visiting.
The planet came into sensor range. Kyle yanwed into a fist, shaking his head. He'd been flying for upwards of forty hours. He knew he needed sleep at some point soon, he just hoped that there was a hotel or something. He ran his hand through his hair, yawning again as he began to direct the freighter towards the planet surface, towards the space port.
And then he heard a shot.