Join the army they said. . .it'll be an adventure they said

"Private Rogers. I order you to volunteer to go in first".

"Yes, very well sergeant".

Private Rogers had been soldiering in the New Republic Defence Forces for only a few months now. The recruitment advertisements promised great opportunities to travel across the Galaxy and free oppressed peoples from the evils of the former Empire. Instead, he was stuck on Castell: the Galaxy's terrestrial equivalent of Hell. It would be better if he had something to do, other than endless patrols around endless damp swamps, surveying the ruins of abandoned Jedi temples, looking for any signs of Imperial activity. It was so depressing that Rogers genuinely hoped they would find some - at least he would have something to do.

In the meantime, he just trudged on through the dank and mouldy swamp.

"Private Rogers. Does it appear safe.

"Yes sergeant. It does appear to be".

"How do you know private, maybe you haven't walked through the unsafe bits. Walk around a bit more, see if you can find any snags or underwater hole, you know, things that could be dangerous".

"Yes sergeant".

"While you are at it, see if there are any dangerous creatures or fishes down there".

"How do I do that sergeant?".

"Well I don't know Rogers, be creative, take your glove off and stick your hand in there, see if something bites".

"But-"

"No buts private."

"Yes sergeant".