You jolt awake as the craft jerks to the side narrowly avoiding a piece of debris. You sit up in bed and take a deep breath, “get it together Aliyah” you say to yourself as you reach for your commlink. As you secure the commlink to your wrist you notice multiple messages from the crew of the ship warning of the possibility of sudden shifts to the crafts course. The message reads “Dear Passenger, we have received news of a battle that has broken out in the path of our regular course, please be advised that we are taking an alternate route through an old hyperspace lane that travels through an area that has heavy space debris. Due to this there may be some sudden movements performed by the pilot to maneuver around these debris. Please stay in your cabins for safety. If you require any assistance please contact staff as you would normally, Thank You”. You check the on-board map to see how far you are from the destination, and are surprise to see that you are only one hours from the docks. You slide out of bed and hobble over to the communications panel near the door. You scroll down the list of options until you spot the room service Menu, upon clicking it a message pops us reading “Room Service is not available at this time”. You rub your head in irritation as you sigh. “Just my luck” you mumble to yourself as you wander over to bathroom to splash your face. You bend over the sink and flick the tap on staring at the flowing water. You stick your face under the tap feeling lighter as the refreshing liquid covers your face. You look up inter the mirror and slap your cheeks “Here we go, the first day of the rest of my life” you think to yourself as you wipe the water from your face.

After putting on your uniform and pack up your belonging you decide to head to the landing seat at the front of your craft ready for the ship to dock at port. You watch as the other passengers slowly emerge from their rooms and slump into their designated seats appearing groggy from a lack of sleep. Your heart suddenly stops as a hand grasps your shoulder, you spin around to see Simon grinning ear to ear as he plops himself down into his chair. “I’ve finally managed to scare you” he says as he places his bag between his feet. “I’m surprised you’re so nervous, you always looked so confident while we were training in the academy” Simon says sheepishly. “I never expected to get put out here” you reply biting your lip as to restrain yourself from getting angry. “Just not as tough as you think you are” Simon teases as your final string snaps. You pull a tooth pick out of your back pocket and thrust it behind Simon's ear. “Gahh” Simon cries as blood trickles down his neck. “You can be a real bitch you know that” Simon says as he wipes the blood from his neck. “Blood on my new uniform already, why should I be surprised that you’re the cause of it”. “Looks like you learned your lesson” you state as you look out the window. As the shuttle travels closer to the space port you notice how different it is to that of the central systems. A single ship docked at the port, no one patrolling the landing bays and the clear lack of maintenance done to the station. You feel a jolt as the shuttle touches down on the landing pad. You lift your helmet up and onto your head tugging at it to make sure that the latches are in place. As you look around waiting for everyone else to put their helmets on as well. It takes several minutes before the shuttle doors open and you can leave the shuttle. Once you make it onto the platform you notice that the station is in much worse condition that it originally looked. Guard rails were rusted, and the communications stations were all left broken as if fixing them was a waste of time. “Nothing like the central systems hey Ali” exclaims Simon. You glance around once more before heading towards the transport rental bay. You ring the counter bell and wait a few moments. As you go to hit it again you see a short yellow four-armed man walk out from the back room. You recognize him as being an Amorian, a people who used to be huge players in the slave trade before the Galian Empire conquered them and ended the trade. “Yeah whatta ya want” he says in a thunderous tone. “We need to rent a small two-person speeder to travel over to The Galian Intergalactic Police Force station located about 2 clicks from here” Says Simon. The man looks us up and down before bursting into laughter. He murmurs something under his breath before throwing a pair of eyes onto the desk. “I’ll charge that to the station, the craft is the first one on the right” he says as he points over to some old looking rust bucket. As we start towards the craft we hear his start laughing again as he wanders back into the back room. You share a quick puzzled glance with Simon before you board the craft. As you walk into the cockpit you notice most of the controls and switches are broken. “This isn’t legal” Simon mutters under his breath. It takes 7 tries before the engine finally splutters into life and you depart the port in the direction of the Police Station. As you pull up to the Police station you notice that it is in much better condition as the space port as there was paint on some of the paneling which seemed to be a huge improvement compared the port. Simon tosses you your back and heads into the Police station. As you walk in you notice that one of the walls is plastered with wanted posters ranging from petty theft to mass murder. You look around the room searching for the service desk. You notice it tucked away in the back corner of the room and stride over to it. Half way there you notice that no one in present and turn back around to see if you can find someone. As there is no one in site you decide to go through the staff only door that is to the right of the service desk. As the head through the door a strong coffee smell surges through your body as if you had just been hit by a wave. You turn the corner as see two men sleeping. One on the couch and one at a small round table. Simon steps forward and prods the highest-ranking member on the shoulder. The man opens his eyes and lifts his head, after a couple of seconds he stands up and faces away from us. We stand there silent for a few seconds. Just as I’m about to introduce myself he spins around with a huge grin on his face and shouts “Welcome to the Force”.