I'll Be a Pilot!

Rushing along the crumbling Coruscant sidewalk to his factory job in The Works district, Xot Detyc nearly tripped when he saw the recruiting wall-paste. An older one, to be sure; it extolled the Rebellion, not the nascent New Republic. But it promised anyone with the drive could become a pilot in the Fleet.

Forget this crummy job, I quit! I'll be a pilot instead!

Caught up in his daydream, he didn't even mind when a Mirialan rushing the other way nearly knocked his meal pail to the ground.

Now where do I sign up? He wondered, as he continued towards his daily drudgery.