Mining Chief Janek Veya
Broman Starport, Naria III
Off Duty duties
Janek downed a fourth shot of ale, the burn lingering in his throat for a few moments as he grimaced at the other miners. It was nighttime, the rush hour period when off-duty miners and their pals flooded the taverns with loud music, banter, drinking, and fighting. So far Wizzy D's bouncers were actually earning their pay tonight by dispatching any tipsy workers who had a little too much to drink. Only one had been thrown out, but it caused a great deal of commotion and only served to teach the other drunken workers a lesson. They took heed and proceeded to drink until they dropped or went home to wake up and repeat the cycle.
Today was an ordinary day like any other on Naria III, it was an outer system mining world, not much attention was paid to it except for the natural resources that were exploited from it. Many merchants and corporate bigshots had customs offices here to keep their workers and products in order, as well as a garrison of ASSC Marines to keep law & order enforced. Life here was pretty boring if you weren't part of the upper-crust nobility who ran things here. Luckily for Janek Veya, he was rising in power despite he had only been here for 2 years. He began his career dreaming to become wealthy so that he may return to Kelvaros Prime and care for his family, so he started at the bottom of the totem pole, a miner. Working tediously, he quickly became a mining chief, a leader within the miners ranks. Whatever he said down in the shafts, was law. He was also well respected despite only being 23 years old, a youngster in the veteran workers' eyes.
Even though he was working his way up the ladder, it would take time to get to the top, and breaks were certainly needed. He was doing so at the moment. Sipping ale and socializing kept his mind off of the soreness emitting from his arms and legs. Mining was hard labor, 10 hours a day. The paycheck compensated for that though, they made pretty decent money. More than enough to live off of. Janek placed the glass on the bar and looked down at his callused hands. Thick and muscular, scarred and callused. The sight reminded him of his father, one of the best damn Marines he ever knew. His father, a Lieutenant Colonel in the ASSC Marine Corps. was well renowned throughout Aligned Systems space. He fought in the Interplanetary Wars with great distinction in the Battle of Alxe when terrorists struck the System's capital. The awards ceremony was the last time he saw him. A few months after the System's victory at war, he was deployed to the outer reaches of ASA space on an expeditionary campaign and was never heard from.
He blinked and a single tear splashed against his right index finger. His father has been gone for 13 years, he had to step up and take care of his mother and 3 sisters at the age of 10. They were the only reason he was here on Hurria, they were the most important people in his life. He wiped his eyes and dried them with the edge of his dirt-crusted shirt. He laid a few credits on the bar and departed, never looking back.
The late night breeze was refreshing, even more so near the sweat stains on his shirt where it was still damp, making it even cooler. He staggered to the outskirts of the city, resting against a wall overlooking the distant mountains. Janek Veya was going to make a difference, he was sure of it. He closed his eyes.
"I'm going to be important and make my family proud."
He opened his eyes. A twinkle shown above the mountains, growing brighter by the second. He smiled to himself, maybe his dream would come true. He took another glance at the gorgeous mountainside, but was diverted back to the twinkle. It was much larger than a few seconds ago, much brighter also. He peered closer, leaning over the wall a little. That was no star, it was a ship! His eyes widened and he threw himself from the wall, landing on his rear in the dirt. Everything went black as the ship rocketed into the earth.