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Time had become meaningless, more so than it already was in the eyes of the former medic. Mirial felt like it had happened millennia ago, though at times he could swear he had left there but a day or two ago. It was inconsequential, as was the Galaxy at large. It was just Adiara, a droid who knew better than to disturb his Master, and the vast quantities of space which many never got to see.
Living on-world was overrated, as was travelling by hyperspace lanes. The real joy could be found along the more dangerous and unpredictable routes that only the most intrepid of explorers dared step foot in. Here, in the back of beyond, he was free. Free to be himself. Free to be whomever he wanted to be.
But all good things must come to an end at some point. Ships needed to be refueled, as did pantries. So it was that he had to forsake his beloved tranquility in order to return to civilisation. At least for a little while.
When he came within range of general comm signals he decided to send out two solitary messages. The first was directed at Sinnat, informing him to keep his favourite seat warm. The other was to a girl he had once promised to protect. She had left to do her own thing, far be it for him to stop her, but there was always a little bit of nagging doubt as to how she was doing.
The message was simple:
"Echo? It's Adiara."
But all the same, he hoped it would get a response. He felt a Fatherly connection to the young girl without a home. But for all he knew she no longer cared or remembered who he was.
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