Mankid [A-Z]

[Injah Bas]

Ship control panel blips were the only lights in this darkness. Empty, black, starless, space stared in at every window. The engines’ hum was too quiet to end any silence. Injah’s silhouette sat soundless in the shadows on the deck’s durasteel. He’d shut his eyes. Only his thoughts could kept him company. He was alone. His legs criss-crossed. Courses were set to Ossus. Automated coordinates navigated the craft to a hyper-lane. Soon the floating freight would be blasted through space to the new home of the Jedi Order. In the meantime, the special human cargo would meditate. Memories swept through his mind and there was stillness when a blaring fart roared from beyond.

“Seff…”

She’d bedded a Zeltron gal. The mouthy-gitty pink tag-along was an annoyance and had some sort of intolerance to the milks. Every night (according to their sleeping patterns) her butt would play a funky trumpet for the hull to vibrate to.

Now, Injah would be up for hours, just thinking.

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