Kieran Devaneaux
May 15th, 2004, 10:19:49 PM
Kieran Devaneaux had spent the last seven years of his life wandering the spacelanes, hitching a ride with anyone he could find. He could not remember much about before he began this wandering - where he was from, who his family was, who had named him. The only reason he knew his name was because he had found it written on a picture of himself, somewhat younger than he had been. He still had it, in fact...but it gave him no answers to the questions he sought.
Since the age of sixteen, Kieran had decided to travel around, work on the ships he rode on (though the captains often wondered about this enigmatic, white-haired young man), and - hopefully - make enough money to get his own vessel and explore a bit. He had lost track of how many planets, how many ships, and how many different people he had seen in his travels. He often wondered if he was from any of the places he stopped, but no one seemed to recognize him. He was disappointed, but he hid it well as he continued from ship to ship, planet to planet, in search of his own past - and, perhaps, his future.
Now, seven years after his journey began, Kieran's "hitchhiking" brought him to the trading station on Arcan IV. He could not see the place all that well at first glance; his right eye was scratched out from a fight he did not quite remember, and all that was left was a milky white orb. His remaining blue eye darted back and forth, and sometimes he had to move his head from side to side to see everything. He saw that this place was bustling with activity. It was a change from the usual. Even Tatooine, which he had been to at least twice, was quiet and not-so-crowded. Probably because of the fact that no one in their right minds wanted to be outside longer than five minutes...
Perhaps I will find some answers here, Kieran thought. Or at least a place to work...it would beat the monotony of "Hi, will work for a ride to wherever you're headed. I'm a fairly good mechanic..." He sighed. Travelling the Rim is boring...perhaps I might stay here a while.
After thinking on it some more, he made his decision - he would find a place where he could earn the credits to get his own ship...and see more than just these same old Outer Rim trade routes. Careful to keep from bumping into anyone on his blind side, he began his search. He still glanced around nervously to see if anyone was watching him, or perhaps hunting him for whatever reason. He noticed the usual "Hmm, interesting guy" stares. "What's the matter, never seen a one-eyed man before?" he said, chuckling, to the people in question. They smiled and went off. Kieran shook his head. "People these days," he muttered.
Since the age of sixteen, Kieran had decided to travel around, work on the ships he rode on (though the captains often wondered about this enigmatic, white-haired young man), and - hopefully - make enough money to get his own vessel and explore a bit. He had lost track of how many planets, how many ships, and how many different people he had seen in his travels. He often wondered if he was from any of the places he stopped, but no one seemed to recognize him. He was disappointed, but he hid it well as he continued from ship to ship, planet to planet, in search of his own past - and, perhaps, his future.
Now, seven years after his journey began, Kieran's "hitchhiking" brought him to the trading station on Arcan IV. He could not see the place all that well at first glance; his right eye was scratched out from a fight he did not quite remember, and all that was left was a milky white orb. His remaining blue eye darted back and forth, and sometimes he had to move his head from side to side to see everything. He saw that this place was bustling with activity. It was a change from the usual. Even Tatooine, which he had been to at least twice, was quiet and not-so-crowded. Probably because of the fact that no one in their right minds wanted to be outside longer than five minutes...
Perhaps I will find some answers here, Kieran thought. Or at least a place to work...it would beat the monotony of "Hi, will work for a ride to wherever you're headed. I'm a fairly good mechanic..." He sighed. Travelling the Rim is boring...perhaps I might stay here a while.
After thinking on it some more, he made his decision - he would find a place where he could earn the credits to get his own ship...and see more than just these same old Outer Rim trade routes. Careful to keep from bumping into anyone on his blind side, he began his search. He still glanced around nervously to see if anyone was watching him, or perhaps hunting him for whatever reason. He noticed the usual "Hmm, interesting guy" stares. "What's the matter, never seen a one-eyed man before?" he said, chuckling, to the people in question. They smiled and went off. Kieran shook his head. "People these days," he muttered.