Wild Space. Unknown planet. 1700.
Her boots sunk slightly as each of her slow paces compressed the loose earth beneath her feet. The landscape was wide and flat, astonishingly empty. It was late evening, and the sun had slipped beneath the distant horizon only minutes before. A small wind played with her hair, tousling it with meagre unenthused gusts. It was a little chilly, and Kirie was thankful for the warmth of her jacket as she stepped out of her ship.
The plains extended without end in every direction, short green grass as far as the eye could see, unbroken and unchanging. Across the sky scudded long thin clouds; the grey-white wisps propelled by currents far above this featureless landscape. Solemnly Kirie panned her gaze across the land. Her own vessel stood stark against the backdrop, a single metallic structure in a sea of green. It was disquieting. For a moment, the young explorer felt more adrift here on this oppressively empty planet than she ever had in the depths of space.
This was the edge of Wild Space, one of the countless planets all but lost to Galactic civilisation. If this place had a name, it had long been forgotten. If anyone had ever lived here, their remains were buried under the empty plains. Lost.
To call this place lonely was to sell it short. It felt like stepping out of the Galaxy, or perhaps as if everyone had disappeared and she was the last person around, wandering alone in an empty universe. Truth be told, it felt like Kirie was the first person ever to breathe this planet’s air, the first to feel its soil.
Everywhere else she went, there always seemed to be whispers of presence. Be it from the Force or something else, she could always pick up a certain trail of people. It was a particular feeling, or sense, that filled her as she traversed the ruined cities and forgotten landscapes she’d frequented over the last years. This planet was different, filled with a true emptiness like nothing she’d ever felt. Was it like this on every frontier planet?
Breaking free from her reverie, Kirie found herself leaning against the cold metal hull of her ship, knees hiked up to her chest, staring into the distant rolling plains. She was not sure how long she had been lost in thought, but night had begun to fall, and her muscles were stiff as she rose to her feet.
The chill in the air had begun to creep into Kirie’s flesh, so she fumbled with the door controls to get back into her ship, where she stepped over to the galley to make some caf. As the machine began to hum and produce the richly scented brown drink, Kirie leaned against the wall, still rattled by the strange barren feeling of the planet.
Edited by Kirie Ito, 22 April 2019 - 10:39 AM.