Sote Thenoti
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Fresian forests were a common sight for Sote, as he lifted his leg over-and-off the speeder-bike that he had had carefully parked on the ramp outside the local spaceport. The orange hues of an autumnal fall were juxtaposed by the metallic obelisk that served as a gateway for offworlders and locals to come and go about their business in the most convenient way possible. It was early morning, so the hustle and bustle of commerce was in its early stages, but there was easily a huge amalgamation of people loitering around. More people than Sote had ever really seen in one place.
Much like the spaceport and its artificial inflection, Sote felt a surge of imposter syndrome, as he lifted a small satchel off the back of the bike for the last time. He sighed, taking a moment to take in the events of the prior days and the sheer scale of this amenity that he had yet, in his twenty-five years, step foot in. He had never been off world, let alone this far outside of his village for more than a couple of hours.
'Mother will be gettin-,' he stopped himself, remembering the events of the prior night. There was no one to be worried anymore and the realisation was still setting into the young man's mind. He hooked his satchel around his neck arranged his dark-brown poncho into a much more comfortable position, as he regained his mental fortitude to move from his current position. His hand reached down to his belt and providing a similar rearrangement – the metallic hilt of an ancient designed saber dropping from its hidden position for a moment. The man looked around, eager to ensure that it was not spotted – he'd heard tales of old and had no intention of revealing his nature. That same nature was now reaching out to him – a feeling that he had not felt during the overnight fleeing of his home. He believed it finally shut off and, in the moment where he needed it most, had deserted him.
Trust in the force.
The words felt warm and familiar, but he could not place them. It was with that the young man drew breath, placed the keys of his speeder onto its seat (in the hope that someone more needing would take hold of them and use the bike themselves) and waded his way into the crowd of people making their way inside the spaceport.
Built for convenience, the spaceport was quite overwhelming to the young man. Luckily, being a reasonably accustomed to traversing the trees and forests of the planet, circumventing the masses of people was hardly the same level of difficulty. Vendor droids and various species of salesman tried to talk to him, but they would find it difficult considering a distinct lack of coin that he possessed. He moved past, eager to find a departure board and a shuttle off-world.
When he found the same, his face was swallowed with concern. The next shuttle to a nearby stations wasn't for a couple of hours and the cost was a majority of the money that he had managed to obtain before making his way over. He let out an exasperation, realising in his core that he had not eaten since the prior morning and his gut had taken the time to remind him. Thoughts of struggle emanated into his mind, as he found a nearby and empty bench to place himself upon. Face met hands, as he took a moment to let the prior hours sink in – strands of dark hair loitering around the cracks in his fingers.
The young man was alone for the first time in his life, yet surrounded by more people than he could possibly imagine.
Much like the spaceport and its artificial inflection, Sote felt a surge of imposter syndrome, as he lifted a small satchel off the back of the bike for the last time. He sighed, taking a moment to take in the events of the prior days and the sheer scale of this amenity that he had yet, in his twenty-five years, step foot in. He had never been off world, let alone this far outside of his village for more than a couple of hours.
'Mother will be gettin-,' he stopped himself, remembering the events of the prior night. There was no one to be worried anymore and the realisation was still setting into the young man's mind. He hooked his satchel around his neck arranged his dark-brown poncho into a much more comfortable position, as he regained his mental fortitude to move from his current position. His hand reached down to his belt and providing a similar rearrangement – the metallic hilt of an ancient designed saber dropping from its hidden position for a moment. The man looked around, eager to ensure that it was not spotted – he'd heard tales of old and had no intention of revealing his nature. That same nature was now reaching out to him – a feeling that he had not felt during the overnight fleeing of his home. He believed it finally shut off and, in the moment where he needed it most, had deserted him.
Trust in the force.
The words felt warm and familiar, but he could not place them. It was with that the young man drew breath, placed the keys of his speeder onto its seat (in the hope that someone more needing would take hold of them and use the bike themselves) and waded his way into the crowd of people making their way inside the spaceport.
Built for convenience, the spaceport was quite overwhelming to the young man. Luckily, being a reasonably accustomed to traversing the trees and forests of the planet, circumventing the masses of people was hardly the same level of difficulty. Vendor droids and various species of salesman tried to talk to him, but they would find it difficult considering a distinct lack of coin that he possessed. He moved past, eager to find a departure board and a shuttle off-world.
When he found the same, his face was swallowed with concern. The next shuttle to a nearby stations wasn't for a couple of hours and the cost was a majority of the money that he had managed to obtain before making his way over. He let out an exasperation, realising in his core that he had not eaten since the prior morning and his gut had taken the time to remind him. Thoughts of struggle emanated into his mind, as he found a nearby and empty bench to place himself upon. Face met hands, as he took a moment to let the prior hours sink in – strands of dark hair loitering around the cracks in his fingers.
The young man was alone for the first time in his life, yet surrounded by more people than he could possibly imagine.
