Coruscant, Three Months Prior to 'Endgame'
The city was dark. Only the passing speeders, few and far between in this region of the planet-spanning city cast their headlamps into the inky blackness, and even then they passed by without care or notice.
The people of Coruscant had more to worry about than the possibility of a single child missing from his home.
Kyle Cannex ducked low behind the dumpster as another vehicle moved past. It was late in the Sinear Sector, a quarter after four in the local time.
By all rights, the young man should have been at home, curled under his covers and sound asleep. Certainly not sneaking through what could be arguably called Coruscant's most dangerous region.
The Sinear Sector held many dangers, and many surprises for the unwary.
The speeder passed out of view, and Kyle allowed himself to stand once more. There were no lights in this alleyway, the last glowlamp had burned out decades before, and no one had ever seen fit to replace it.
This was the side of Coruscant the diplomats and senators never saw. The buildings here were dillipidated, at best. Some of the roofs had collasped, and still others were close to it.
All of them were marred with graffiti, hardly seen now through the layers of dirt and grime that had been collecting there for a century.
Certainly not the type of place for a young man like Kyle Cannex to be in the earliest hours of the morning. Making sure that no one -- and nothing -- was watching, he crossed the street and pushed on one of the doors that led into a relatively well-mantained building (well mantained, in this case, meaning that the roof was still intact and the walls did not show the obvious signs of imminent collapse).
Kyle Cannex had been born into a High Class Coruscant family, the son of Edward Cannex, the CEO of a Corporation that spanned several worlds and controlled the second largest private navy in the galaxy (if reports were to be believed) and Lesley Cannex, a startling beauty of an actress twenty years her husband's junior.
He had been taught from birth that money and power were not everything. His father was rich, yes, but constantly reminded his son that credits could not buy happiness. He taught Kyle the virtues of hard work and dignity, lessons that Kyle would remember later in life.
That was before they had been killed, and his life threatened. When Kyle was all of sixteen years old, a company freighter his parents and he were riding on was attacked by enemies of his father. Friends of members of the Senate, whom Edward Cannex had offended by refusing to move large ammounts of military hardware for them.
Kyle, though not even grown, managed to fight off the attackers, though the freighter was wrecked in the proccess. It crash landed on the world of Svivren. Kyle survived, but both his parents were killed.
Upon returning to Coruscant, Kyle swore revenge on the ones who had cost him his family and his life -- but he found himself without friends, his father having been denounced a traitor by the same men who had betrayed him.
To Kyle, the announcement was the final straw. He set it upon himself to kill the men who had dishonoured his father. After loosing everything, Kyle Cannex set out on his own quest for revenge.
Kyle closed the door carefully behind him and, finding the row of switches on the wall behind him, turned on the building's lights. Only a few still functioned, and they cast an eery blue glow onto the floor.
It wasn't much of a home; the duracrete floor and metal walls were standard in most warehouses and the rows of boxes were not nearly as fancy as the furniture in even a poor's family's home.
But for Kyle Cannex, it was the only home he had.
Settling onto a stack of carefully arranged boxes, the young man fell into a restless sleep.
Outside, Coruscant continued to buzz, unaware of the young man without a family, who would wake up the next morning with a terrible sore in his legs from the hard boxes on which he slept, unaware that an angry young boy was preparing for revenge.