Week 4. Home (young Bodhi Rook) Hunger “And where have you been, Bodhi Rook?” his mother demanded to know. “Wasting time with your worthless friends again? When will you grow up and help out? Your family needs you.” Bodhi rolled his eyes He was fifteen, and he didn’t need his mother hassling him all the time. So what if he had been throwing dice? He won, didn’t he? He knew what he was doing. He was about to say something sarcastic when he saw the hunger in his little siblings’ eyes. Quietly, he slipped the credits he won into a basket on the table and turned away. Thirst His mother placed one fist on her hip and shook her finger at him with the other hand. “Bodhi Rook, you need to get a job. I talked with your uncle and he can get you work in the old Temple, serving the pilgrims at meals.” Bodhi scowled. As if he wanted to stand in a hot cooking stall all day, making food for strangers. He was tired of this little moon. Who cared about the temple? Those stupid crystals? The annoying pilgrims? He had a thirst for adventure and he was going to make it to the stars someday. Itch His mother sat in the shade with her friend. “That Bodhi Rook. Always complaining. He says that Jedha is too boring for him.” Her friend shook her head sympathetically. “What does he want to do now?” “His job in the temple isn’t good enough. He wants to join the Imperial Academy and become a pilot. Fight for the Emperor.” His mother shook her head. “Always with his head in the clouds.” Her friend smiled wryly. “That boy is like an itch you can’t scratch. Never satisfied. Too much like his father.” His mother spat on the dust. “Too much, indeed.” Yearn “There is a message for you, Bodhi Rook,” his mother called. She didn’t look up as she shoved another flatbread onto the cooktop. She held her breath. She knew how much her son yearned to leave their home and go to the Academy. Secretly, she hoped he might be the one child who escaped the grinding poverty of life on this dying moon. If he got out, maybe he could bring them too. Bodhi nervously opened the message from the Academy. He hadn’t scored high enough for fighter pilot school. He lowered his head and his heart turned to dust. Impulse He earned his commercial vehicles license and secured a job as a courier pilot in NiJedha. When the Empire arrived, he talked his way into becoming a cargo pilot. He flew up to the hovering Star Destroyer, indulging his impulse to spot the tiny home where his mother and siblings lived as he ascended. Every day, more of his people’s wealth and history was loaded offworld and his family got even poorer. When the Empire finished stripping the temples and old archeological sites of kyber crystals, there would be nothing left for his people. Somebody should do something, he thought.