Dankin- It’s about time too!

Yoll B'burt- Waddaya mean? You said be here just before shift end. So here I am!

Dankin- Don’t bother taking that gear off.

Yoll B'burt- We’re leaving?

Dankin- C’mon lets go. If my Pa see’s I haven’t re-cleansed the garbage compactor you can forget about entering me in any race.

Yoll B'burt- What? You’d actually give Rendar the satisfaction of knowing he’s the best luggo boarder this quadrant of the planet.

Dankin- Look! If we don’t get out of here fast I’ll be Kessel quarantined for the rest of this cycle, now c’mon lets go.

Dankin adorns a similar apparatus to his friend and re-opens the outer door. He turns back to retrieve a battered looking helmet from an old trunk standing in the corner of the apartment. Joining Yoll again the pair descend the steps of the environment block. Absorbed into the streaming flow of citizens they rapidly mingle into the shift end rush.

Coruscant- Middle Lower Levels- Dock Staff Residential Bypass 4

The youths get only two blocks away when Dankins father spots them. He is headed homeward from his workplace at the freight terminal.

Sajo- Hey son! Hey Yoll! Have you had a good day?

Dankin- Yeh! Pa.

Yoll B'burt- Yeh! Thanks Sajo.

Sajo- Is your mom home yet Dankin?

Dankin- Na. But she sent a comm message saying that there is some stew on the range ready to warm up.

Sajo- Does that mean you haven’t eaten again boy?

Dankin- No Pa, you enjoy it; I’ll grab something when I get back.

Sajo- And what time will that be?

Dankin- We really have to go now pa, we’re already late.

Sajo- Late for what?

Sajo’s question is to late. His son and friend have backed into the flow of bodies travelling along the massive walkway.

Sajo (under his breath)- Kids! They think you were born yesterday.

Sajo (shouting)- Did you remember to sterilize the garbage compa…….

A gargantuan service carrier passing by drowns his words. It’s repulsors making his chest throb as they resonate. With a final wave Sajo gives up and continues on his journey home.