Sin Vamel
May 9th, 2004, 03:06:52 PM
There was a haunting transition taking place as I sat, uncomfortably, in the clammy, smelly room which had accommodated me for almost a week on my journey to Yavin. The freighter had landed no more than a minute ago and slowly, the growling sound of engines and hissing of coolant was fading and these loud, mechanical sounds were being replaced my a soft organic hum. Outside I could hear the sound of insects in the tall grass, a trickling stream bubbling over some protruding rocks, exotic birds squawking in chorus and rustling of trees being blown in the gentle breeze.
I’m not usually one for nature but it was a very welcome change given the seven long days of boredom and discomfort I’ve had to endure to get here; so this had better be worth it; and aboard a supplies freighter no less. There was nothing; no form of entertainment or recreation, the crew were always busy repairing things and the few passengers seemed to possess less personality than a walking stick. So after seven days of waiting, what else do I find myself doing after arriving but more waiting; it was infuriating!
Twenty minutes passed and I was called for, a member of the crew who I had not seen opened my room door and beckoned me outside were I would meet for the first time, my master, whoever it was to be; my only thoughts were: ‘What if he is a crazy, old hermit?’ The kind that will make you make them herbal tea and scrub their dirty toenails and insist that it is good, wholesome labour which will turn me into a Jedi. A shudder runs down my back as I apprehensively walk down the ramp and onto the gravel of the landing platform which seemed to have been placed smack-bang in the dead centre of a jungle. This didn’t look good.
“So, now what?”
I’m not usually one for nature but it was a very welcome change given the seven long days of boredom and discomfort I’ve had to endure to get here; so this had better be worth it; and aboard a supplies freighter no less. There was nothing; no form of entertainment or recreation, the crew were always busy repairing things and the few passengers seemed to possess less personality than a walking stick. So after seven days of waiting, what else do I find myself doing after arriving but more waiting; it was infuriating!
Twenty minutes passed and I was called for, a member of the crew who I had not seen opened my room door and beckoned me outside were I would meet for the first time, my master, whoever it was to be; my only thoughts were: ‘What if he is a crazy, old hermit?’ The kind that will make you make them herbal tea and scrub their dirty toenails and insist that it is good, wholesome labour which will turn me into a Jedi. A shudder runs down my back as I apprehensively walk down the ramp and onto the gravel of the landing platform which seemed to have been placed smack-bang in the dead centre of a jungle. This didn’t look good.
“So, now what?”