The sky was filled with smoke and the sound of screaming from children and women as the sound of metal was heard hitting flesh. A young female was holding her crying daughter as a man laid on the ground, being beaten with a metal baton.

?????: look what you've made me do! You want to break my rules, now your wife and child need to watch you see me do this! You stupid! You ignorant!
Man: please! I'm sorry! My child.....was just so hungry!

In the shadows an Abednedo boy roughly the age of eighteen watched in horror with what was happening. He should be used to it, but he always felt sick, especially since he's always been so lucky.
Canchu is a planet where there are three classes, the rich, the poor, and the slaves. The rich hire men and women to find the poor that can be used, take them from what they know and use them, wether as a cook, free cleaning, or even pleasure. The man watching lost his mother and father to the rich, both were killed and publicly executed them, throwing them off the side of the highest point of the owner's building.
His name is Dombyr, avoided detection from these hired guns for years, picking up ways to sneak around without being seen. He has an undying hatred for all things slavery, idolized General Leia Organa for bringing down Jabba the Hutt about thirty years ago.

Dombyr: alright you bastard.

Dombyr picked up a rock and threw it hard at the man beating on his slave, the sound made it seem painful, and it was. The man turned around to see Dombyr climbing quickly.

?????: hey!

Dombyr pulled himself to the top of the building and ran across the top, moving quickly. He couldn't do much with the crowd, but he gave the man beaten enough time to get up and move away while the man beating him was distracted. As Dombyr ran across the roof it began to rain, the area becoming slippery.

Dombyr: oh damn!

He slipped on his back and landed hard, holding his head and then sitting up.

Dombyr: well.....I guess I did some of my part, first time I've been caught in two years though.

He pushed himself up and looked around, he then began walking more carefully to avoid slipping again, about to go into his small home, it was nothing more than five feet tall and six feet wide, only room for a small cot and a light. He slid a curtain across a metal pole before laying down and going to bed, sleeping heavily, well to the vets of his ability as the screams of countless individuals were heard on the streets below.

Meanwhile

Bail walked into the storage of his ship and began to take inventory. He tapped on an electronic pad as he spoke to himself.

Bail: alright let's see, fuel, food, clothes, water....well everything seems to be doing good.....maybe a plant from Felucia can help me with impressing her.....nah that's stupid.
Incloza: talking to someone?

Bail turned around with his eyes widened as he saw Incloza standing with a large smile on her face. He put on a nervous smile.

Bail: so....how much of that did you hear?
Incloza: that something was stupid, but I certainly got you nervous there didn't I Bail?
Bail: he he....just a hair.
Incloza: well I wanted to tell you that we are roughly half way to Mustafar, I suggest getting into clothes that allow you to breathe.
Bail: what do you recommend?
Incloza: one of those shirts with netting, you don't look too bad in it.

She walked out of the room leaving him with a smirk.

Bail: Yellow shirt it is.