Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder
The Tion Trade Nexus was nearly as much a hub of commerce as the Wheel. Millions crowded through its ports, to spend their wealth or to make it. Traditionally neutral corporations controlled the nexus, ensuring that the trade flowed smoothly.
A tall, well-dressed human - or perhaps epicanthix given his dark hair - slipped through the crowds and seated himself in one of the newly constructed theatre house's many box seats. The tall stranger cocked his head to the side, watching as a Bith came out to announce the first ever production performed within the Sphere Theatre. Something called the Agony of Tarkin. These carbon based lifeforms were such curious beings. So many foolish endeavors and this perhaps chief among them.
A series of sounds collected together could not possibly provide any lengthy entertainment, yet he had heard it moved many to tears. He did not understand.
Why?
He settled in, panning to take in the other occupants of the box one last time before focusing on the stage below. Optics enhanced the view to a reasonable level - another strange thing about carbonoids. Sight. Many relied so heavily on it. He had so much to learn, but all the time in the galaxy at his disposal.
