Boyd Locke
Sep 13th, 2003, 04:40:27 AM
Morning dawns on Coruscant.
I woke to find that, yet again, several mice were plundering my kitchen. Stammering about with a broom I removed the vermin from my quarters, and tried to salvage a bit of breakfast.
Found several rejection messages in my inbox - Under qualified. Over qualified. Positions already filled. With vast galaxies to manage, doesn't anyone need technical know-how?
Droids. Must be the droids. Thieving, work hungry droids.
Wandered out to catch the community shuttle, and found my way to the local unemployment office only to find that no one has posted any new positions, and that this month's check has been significantly decreased.
Over come with apathy and a severe lack of sugars in my blood I settled back into a seat on the community shuttle and fell asleep.
*wham*
I awoke, realizing that I was now facing down, while still quite seated. The shuttle was falling. I watched as several windows whizzed by revealing people studying, some meditating, and others fencing with...
Waking for the third time this morning was quite a bit harder than the last two times. My head felt like it had been split open, and I couldn't move most of my appendages. Slowly I came to realize what had happened.
After I had regained the use of my legs, I decided that the best way to get home today would be to do it the old fashioned way, by walking, but where was I?
Passing several doors marked with a strange circular writing, curiosity overcame my previous apathy and the shock of nearly dying in a shuttle crash. I turned to the next person I saw - a nice looking elderly man dressed in dark brown robes with an air of wisdom about him.
"Sir, where -"
"You must be quite a sturdy young man, surviving such a tumble." he said, interrupting my question, apparently quite preoccupied.
"Yes. I am eenveencib - What? You know about the crash?" I said, caught quite off guard.
"Yes. I felt it, and had started out to provide assistance." he said, quite calmly.
"Felt it? How - it must have happened a kilometer away - and how did you know I - " I stammered.
"Patience. I sense that you seek direction."
"Yes - "
"Take the next corridor to the left, bear right, enter the large room at the end of the hall, and ask the person you'll meet there for assistance."
"Ok - "
"They can help you. But for now, others may still need my help. Good bye."
"Thanks - Mr.?" I questioned.
The man did not reply as he rushed off. So, in a quite confused state I set off down the corridor to the left. As I came to the end of the hallway I saw several people standing in a group chatting.
Who was I supposed to speak with?
My head was still splitting with pain, and now it was splitting with questions.
I woke to find that, yet again, several mice were plundering my kitchen. Stammering about with a broom I removed the vermin from my quarters, and tried to salvage a bit of breakfast.
Found several rejection messages in my inbox - Under qualified. Over qualified. Positions already filled. With vast galaxies to manage, doesn't anyone need technical know-how?
Droids. Must be the droids. Thieving, work hungry droids.
Wandered out to catch the community shuttle, and found my way to the local unemployment office only to find that no one has posted any new positions, and that this month's check has been significantly decreased.
Over come with apathy and a severe lack of sugars in my blood I settled back into a seat on the community shuttle and fell asleep.
*wham*
I awoke, realizing that I was now facing down, while still quite seated. The shuttle was falling. I watched as several windows whizzed by revealing people studying, some meditating, and others fencing with...
Waking for the third time this morning was quite a bit harder than the last two times. My head felt like it had been split open, and I couldn't move most of my appendages. Slowly I came to realize what had happened.
After I had regained the use of my legs, I decided that the best way to get home today would be to do it the old fashioned way, by walking, but where was I?
Passing several doors marked with a strange circular writing, curiosity overcame my previous apathy and the shock of nearly dying in a shuttle crash. I turned to the next person I saw - a nice looking elderly man dressed in dark brown robes with an air of wisdom about him.
"Sir, where -"
"You must be quite a sturdy young man, surviving such a tumble." he said, interrupting my question, apparently quite preoccupied.
"Yes. I am eenveencib - What? You know about the crash?" I said, caught quite off guard.
"Yes. I felt it, and had started out to provide assistance." he said, quite calmly.
"Felt it? How - it must have happened a kilometer away - and how did you know I - " I stammered.
"Patience. I sense that you seek direction."
"Yes - "
"Take the next corridor to the left, bear right, enter the large room at the end of the hall, and ask the person you'll meet there for assistance."
"Ok - "
"They can help you. But for now, others may still need my help. Good bye."
"Thanks - Mr.?" I questioned.
The man did not reply as he rushed off. So, in a quite confused state I set off down the corridor to the left. As I came to the end of the hallway I saw several people standing in a group chatting.
Who was I supposed to speak with?
My head was still splitting with pain, and now it was splitting with questions.