Isaiah Osborne
Aug 31st, 2001, 10:14:46 PM
(It hadn't been long since I departed from my beloved ship the Songbird. It was big enough to fit a crew of four. Unfortunately the other three members of that crew had recently perished. The memory still haunted my mind like a close up picture of a Hutt's face. I figured all that was left for me was a few instruments and a cadre of credits that we had been saving up.
I was a member of a Band called Aldera. We had decided on naming it after Alderaan's capital. I was only a child when Alderaan was destroyed. My family along with myself were enjoying a quiet vacation on the peaceful world of Chandrila. I remember the look on my father's face when we heard of Alderaan's fate on the Holonet. The pain that was evident on his face couldn't be described in words. It wasn't as bad for my mother since she was native to Coruscant, but she could at least fathom what he might have felt. I had no siblings to share my own feelings with.
If you were to ask me where my parents were now, I wouldn't give you a straight answer. I haven't seen them in years, two to be exact.
After our trip, we went to Coruscant to stay with my Aunt and Uncle. My father got a job as a ship mechanic and soon set up his own shop. At Coruscant I met two other kids that had Alderaan roots. Jackie and Barrett were brother and sister. Jackie was the same age as me, while Barrett was a year older than us. They introduced me to the world of music. And finally...My eyes were pried open.
I taught myself how to play a Vor-Flute with some assisstance from my friends. I was pretty good at it. Jackie and Barrett had their own musical instruments and soon we formed a small band. We played in front of our families, hoping that one day we could get a gig in an upper-class bar. No such luck...
...That was until we met Striker. His real name was Steven, but we called him Striker. The reason he had been given this name was closely tied in with his own instrument. Striker played the bantha-drums. With his two drumsticks, he was the fastest hand moving drummer on Coruscant. At least that's what we liked to believe. I won't really get into the details of how Striker came to be one of us. It didn't bother him that he was the only alien (a Duros) in the group. He wasn't from Alderaan, but he was quite aware of pain and what it felt like.
Flash forward about three years, I find myself in front of a Jedi bar, alone. Hadn't heard much about these Jedi, and they didn't seem too impressive. Perhaps I could meet one myself, perhaps not. It didn't matter that much.
I pushed the door open and entered the bar and grill. Most could probably tell I was an outlander. I found my way to a nice bar stool beside the bar counter. The bartender noticed me, and came forward.)
"What'll it be kid?"
(I stared at him weird. I was already 22, and this guy was calling me kid?)
"I'll have a glass of Alderaan Ale."
"Lookin' to soothe some troubles?"
"You could say that..."
(I turned around and studied the various patrons of the Bar and Grill. It looked like a nice place where you could have fun. Even the people seemed friendly. It would be a nice place to drown my sorrows and forget my worries.)
I was a member of a Band called Aldera. We had decided on naming it after Alderaan's capital. I was only a child when Alderaan was destroyed. My family along with myself were enjoying a quiet vacation on the peaceful world of Chandrila. I remember the look on my father's face when we heard of Alderaan's fate on the Holonet. The pain that was evident on his face couldn't be described in words. It wasn't as bad for my mother since she was native to Coruscant, but she could at least fathom what he might have felt. I had no siblings to share my own feelings with.
If you were to ask me where my parents were now, I wouldn't give you a straight answer. I haven't seen them in years, two to be exact.
After our trip, we went to Coruscant to stay with my Aunt and Uncle. My father got a job as a ship mechanic and soon set up his own shop. At Coruscant I met two other kids that had Alderaan roots. Jackie and Barrett were brother and sister. Jackie was the same age as me, while Barrett was a year older than us. They introduced me to the world of music. And finally...My eyes were pried open.
I taught myself how to play a Vor-Flute with some assisstance from my friends. I was pretty good at it. Jackie and Barrett had their own musical instruments and soon we formed a small band. We played in front of our families, hoping that one day we could get a gig in an upper-class bar. No such luck...
...That was until we met Striker. His real name was Steven, but we called him Striker. The reason he had been given this name was closely tied in with his own instrument. Striker played the bantha-drums. With his two drumsticks, he was the fastest hand moving drummer on Coruscant. At least that's what we liked to believe. I won't really get into the details of how Striker came to be one of us. It didn't bother him that he was the only alien (a Duros) in the group. He wasn't from Alderaan, but he was quite aware of pain and what it felt like.
Flash forward about three years, I find myself in front of a Jedi bar, alone. Hadn't heard much about these Jedi, and they didn't seem too impressive. Perhaps I could meet one myself, perhaps not. It didn't matter that much.
I pushed the door open and entered the bar and grill. Most could probably tell I was an outlander. I found my way to a nice bar stool beside the bar counter. The bartender noticed me, and came forward.)
"What'll it be kid?"
(I stared at him weird. I was already 22, and this guy was calling me kid?)
"I'll have a glass of Alderaan Ale."
"Lookin' to soothe some troubles?"
"You could say that..."
(I turned around and studied the various patrons of the Bar and Grill. It looked like a nice place where you could have fun. Even the people seemed friendly. It would be a nice place to drown my sorrows and forget my worries.)