Creeva’s World 2.0

Talus, it was an odd place. How did I end up here? Why am I here? Why am I dur­ing per­sonal intro­spec­tion? That’s right I want to make a name for myself, a place in the uni­verse that I can carve out on my own. I want to be Creeva Murkado.

I man­aged to get here with my friend Xie ‘Lan­thia. We kind of ran away from home is the proper way to put it. I knew Xie from school and she was escap­ing a future that her par­ents had set forth for her. Now we were here and we were hav­ing the time of our lives.

We were explor­ing the seed­ier side of town, vis­it­ing the local can­tina was quite an expe­ri­ence. We had been used to the finer things in life. A can­tina, espe­cially on a planet like Talus was an unheard of place for either of us to ever visit. The air smelled of burnt death sticks, that sick­enly sweet smell that just hangs in the air and begs for you to inhale. The smoke stung the eyes at first but after a cou­ple min­utes they adjusted and were fine with haze hang­ing in the air. It was won­der­ful, excit­ing, and invig­o­rat­ing to be here away form the life and on my own.

As we were watch­ing the band per­form through their piece (a num­ber they said they picked up from a band on Tatooine), a wook­iee slith­er­horn player asked us to join them. I fum­bled through the words the best I could in galac­tic com­mon that I had no train­ing, no knowl­edge, and I had 2 left lekkus. Unfor­tu­nately for us, the wook­iee noticed that we each had a slith­er­horn with us. We had “bor­rowed” these from some class­mates, the idea was that we could have some­thing to pawn if we got stuck some­where. Slowly we took them out; we knew bet­ter then to make a wook­iee angry (at least at this point in our lives).

I was tepid at first, squeak­ing and squawk­ing away. After a cou­ple hours it started to come nat­ural and I even learned a few dance steps from the local dancers. I could almost taste my life. This was one of the few times I had ever felt at com­plete peace within myself and I wanted more. The evening was grow­ing late and the cus­tomers started drift­ing out.

The local enter­tain­ers told us that since there is less pop­u­la­tion on Talus that this is what hap­pens, the patrons have a nat­ural rhythm that makes them an organ­ism all of their own style. I couldn’t stop; I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted to do this for­ever and I wanted cap­ture and relive this moment for all of eter­nity I grabbed Xie by the arm as I rushed for the door and she slapped me. Thank­fully she thought I was some weird Rodian that was try­ing to hit on her all night and slapped before she saw who it was.

I explained my plan, my dream, and hope­fully our des­tiny. We headed to the local star­port and went to see what flights were avail­able. The last ship for the night was leav­ing in 15 min­utes. We didn’t care where it went, it was just a place to move onto and accord­ing the tick­ets we bought as we were run­ning for the shut­tle. The place where we were headed was called Tyrena.