F L O W
Manaan
Inner Rim Territories
Krill Fishing Village
Sat upon the edge of a fishing dock that had seen better days, Starlin's feet lazed in the cool salty water that covered Manaan's surface. It had not been long since he had left Commenor alongside a much more receptive and vocal PL-TO3, and the change in the pilot droid had brought about a sense of sheer relief in the boy. With the figurative child lock removed, Starlin had been free to alter the trajectory of the starship Leviathan, learning its name in the process. It was fitting given the ships visuals, it looked like some great jellyfish, a behemoth of the sea even as it soared through space.
Water. That was all he had demanded of the droid,
Starlin Dinn needed time at water's edge.
He had not expected a world covered solely by it, of course, but fortunately small villages had sprung up along the surface of Manaan's great oceans over the last few centuries to provide employment opportunities for those who lacked gills. Landing pads were apparently in high demand, too, how else would their precious resources be exported? Starlin might not have understood it, but Pluto had managed to see them to the starport all the same.
It was a relief to be out of the ship, to breathe something beyond recycled air and to feel the water lapping at his feet as opposed to raining over him in the refresher. Quiet save for the call of sea birds overhead and the occasional fishing barge that hovered just above the surface of the water.
With a long and drawn out exhale, Starlin lay back on the dock and set his hands behind his head. Overhead the sky was clear save for a small smattering of brilliant white clouds, and the sun was bright and warm. For a moment, just a moment, it almost felt as though he was home again. As though soon enough Uncle Theryn would be seeking him out to reapply sun cream or urge him inside for supper.
Perhaps this had all been just another bad dream.