Jacen stood outside one one of the facilities many outposts. It was cold, windy, and dark, and Jacen was thrilled. He jumped up and down several times and smacked his arms around his body in order to warm him up. Even though he was wearing trenchcoat he as still freezing. His security shirt and urban camo pants (not regulation but nobody cared) weren't very insulated and Jacen was very, very cold.
He hated this. Why was he even on this planet? Oh yay, that's right, he had been convicted of several robberies and beatings on his home planet. He hadn't even commited those crimes! The stupid cops couldn't tell the difference between a Folf and a Coyote! They were all idiots in his book.
"Outpost 2," came a voice from the radio, the hourly check-up,"Come in Outpost 2. We need a status report, over."
Jacen sighed and walked to the radio, he flicked the reciever on and said, "Let me see here. Camera 1, nothing. Camera 2, nothing. Camera 3, nothing. Camera 4, wouldn't ya guess it? Nothing."
"Copy that outpost 2, HQ over and out."
With that the light on the Radio dimmed and Jacen was plunged back into his cold, windy, and quiet world. Jacen hated everyone here. These people had chosen to come here or were being paid. He, on the other hand, was stuck here for several months doing nothing for nothing. It was ridiculous! The only thing he had to offer the Security force was his skills as a sniper, but they were know use here. Who would attack a little nowhere facility anyway? Pirates? Terrorists? Aliens? Jacen laughed at the sheer stupidity of it. Ya, sure. Aliens were going to attack, and only he and his sniper could stop them.
Sighing, Jacen picked up the pot of coffee and drank some straight from it. He hated his life.