Mr.Sumar

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Working in the Imperial factory was boring, tedious and painful. Sumar was an old man now, and a slave. He’d been working there for 3 years now and was fed up. He missed his farm…the vast open fields, the bantha’s, the smell of fresh crops, and maybe, just maybe even the little monkey lizards.

At least today he had something to look forward too. Ezra was coming home. Young Ezra had saved his life once, and he was forever grateful for it. If not for him, Sumar would be rotting in an Imperial Prison right now, barely alive.

Sumar was proud of the work he was doing at the factory to cripple the Empires technology. He sighed, content with his life and that he could aid the Rebellion in his own little way.

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Back to work.

Photo Credits: Star Wars Rebels