Moonage Daydream
There was a world out there, he could feel it in the Force. The Jedi Master who had reclaimed an old relic of his family, a spear that has a connection to the world around them, the galaxy abroad. That was what he and Celeste were out here for. There was an orange sun and a golden world out there. The Jedi grinned as he pulled the ship into real space. “This is the world I was telling you about.” He hadn’t found a name for it, not in his dreams, and it wasn’t something even his systems had recognized. Porter, nor Q, when asked last time Starchaser had seen the Neverwhere. The system he described, the location it was in. There had been dreams, and times when Coren awoke to inform her of this world.
The Tachyon Rising entered real space, Coren’s trusty freighter, the one he used for not blockade running, and dropping aid and the Underground around, as well as exploring. Recently he and Celeste had been using the ship, and at least her captain’s quarters, as their main ride around the galaxy.
The world was coming into view a bit farther, and it was exactly what he imagined. It was golden, in more than just its position from its sun. The mountains, while covered in foliage, seemed to lean towards golden hues, reds, oranges, yellows, with some greens speckled in there, but unlike many worlds of this hue, it was not autumnal, it was tropical, or at least subtropical. As they got closer, there were seas, vast teal and blue stretches of water.
“Can you feel it?” There was the Force out there, almost like it was seeping from the planet. He smiled over at Celeste. He’d have to make note of this world. But he desperately wanted to get down to the planet.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]
The Tachyon Rising entered real space, Coren’s trusty freighter, the one he used for not blockade running, and dropping aid and the Underground around, as well as exploring. Recently he and Celeste had been using the ship, and at least her captain’s quarters, as their main ride around the galaxy.
The world was coming into view a bit farther, and it was exactly what he imagined. It was golden, in more than just its position from its sun. The mountains, while covered in foliage, seemed to lean towards golden hues, reds, oranges, yellows, with some greens speckled in there, but unlike many worlds of this hue, it was not autumnal, it was tropical, or at least subtropical. As they got closer, there were seas, vast teal and blue stretches of water.
“Can you feel it?” There was the Force out there, almost like it was seeping from the planet. He smiled over at Celeste. He’d have to make note of this world. But he desperately wanted to get down to the planet.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]