Zephyr Song

[Za'in]

"Well, I told ya I had an idea."

The chambers weren't worthless. Seats and tables had been prepared. From what the previous owner had revealed, the place had been used as a gamblers cabin. The mainstream flash of credits in casinos weren't always the best place for gambits to flourish. Some even used the place as a hang-out, but those times were long gone.

Za'in dropped into his seat, his feet thrown up on a table as he gazed up at Raurn. The old man just didn't have the vision he had.

"I can use this. You can use this. Hired hands can use this. This could be like...a vessel."

[Raurn Tarplas]

The old man's body ached as he pushed the chair back and sat. All his muscles were tight from the sudden shock, and startle. There was no room for any usage by him. Raurn was getting up there and age, and his sharp moves weren't like back when he was a soldier against the Trade Federation.

Those times were long gone.

"A vessel to me death bed, boy. I dont knows ifsa notice. I aintchu...I aint young."

[Za'in]

"I've put it on. You can still do it - ya just dont know..."

[Raurn Tarplas]

"What do ya mean by dats?"

The eyebrow was arched again. Although the man had saw many advancement in technology, he hadn't bore an experience that revitilized his youth. The armor was impressive, but it was unlikely to do such fascinating things.

[Za'in]

"Non-believers."

Za'in smiled, pressed his hand on a jukebox and closed his eyes. The music eased through his ears as he listened to his favorite song. Another one of the local jizz bands had been outdone by a Galactic famed name, and he was there to witness it.

Since that day he couldn't help but play their music everytime he was down in the basement.

"Just listen."

[Raurn Tarplas]

"Silly kid.

We'll see."