EZRA [StarWars]

Its hot, to hot- the suns don't seem to go away. There always there, when you look to the too-blue sky you'll see the balls of fire sitting there. Held by invisible strings. It was always hot here, but honestly I didn't care anymore- being raised on the dry planet had adapted me to living in such conditions. I rolled my shoulders, attempting to get a crick out that had been bothering me for the last couple hours. My sniper rifle sat on a large rock in front of me, various other weapons in a fabric bag. I was waiting for a caravan, carrying a weapons trader. I had been ordered by my clan to attack him and steal his goods- so we could sell them. My clan- well, my family. I was raised by raiders. We attacked others and stole from them so we could live, it was the circle of life. I had been sitting in the sun since dawn, waiting- my brothers information was often incorrect. So, I could have been sitting here for nothing. My teeth gritted as sweat dripped off my forehead. "I'm going to end you Malli" I muttered my brothers name under my breath.