Lyra sighed as she looked out into the endless vacuum of space, it was vast, specked with stars, and filled with so many mysteries waiting to unfold. It had been... close to a few days now, since Lyra had been thrown into the vast world of Naboo, a place filled with creatures she had only dreamed of actually meeting, among thousands, if not millions of other species strewn out across the galaxy. Of course, her first meeting... didn't go over as well as she'd hope.
Needless to say, if it wasn't for Oli Wai and his... uh... crew, she would be in hot water, sold off as a slave for some alien collector, or kept as a prize to be... fondled.
She shivered, rubbing her arms as one of the many B2 battle droids she had learned about walked past her, the word 'GARY 7' painted on the back with paint. After learning about Oli and his crew, the man, a Jedi, figured she wouldn't be much harm and decided to let her stay on board his ship, and after a request, let her read from the terminal in her room about... well... everything there was to learn about the Galaxy. She was ecstatic to learn so much, mostly about those on board... but she was missing her home.
And Bon Bon as well.
Another sigh escaped her as she turned to look at the lounge area of the rather modestly sized ship known as the Rustbucket. There she spotted Oli Wan sitting on one of the couches, dressed in his Jedi robes like many of his fallen order from long ago, he was an aged man reaching his forties.
