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When his mom died, Adam had very limited options. He didn’t yet have a profession that would allow him support himself on his own and it wasn’t like his small home planet offered a lot of opportunities anyway.
His luck had been a few Rebel pilots who had happened make a stop at the capitol of the planet and managed to speak him into joining too. The problem wasn’t that he opposed the Alliance’s ideology or anything, quite the opposite. But his secluded life far from any main centers of the galaxy made him to avoid the battles if possible and instead seek a place from the medical bays, which he had used to ever since his childhood.
This had led him to have a position in a small reclusive base, Andaman, with a handful of other staff members to keep the place up and the messages that were send via it moving. The job was pretty lonely and you would have to watch the same faces one day after another, but at least they had communicative connections to the few nearest bases in the nearby solar systems. That was until it suddenly stopped.
They had a few short distance shuttles, but they were mostly designed to help unload the supply ships that would come every month or so with the requested essentials. They wouldn’t get far with them, not that most of them were that worried. There had been reports from massive solar flares in the area. The real worry started to rise only when the supply ship wouldn’t arrive on the agreed schedule and they started to run lowly on some crucial essentials, like medical supplies. They waited a week to see if the ship would arrive after the agreed time, but it didn’t and the communication stayed cut off. Their only hope was to send a general distress call into the space and just hope that someone friendly would reply to it.
