There was a dense fog when in the area. Odd sounding chirps from unseen animals occasionally rang through the otherwise dense quiet. It was very humid and very uncomfortable atmosphere to be in. The ground was very unstable and unpredictable. No matter where you stepped you had to watch where you were going. Also, only a very dim lighting through the thick and low lying clouds from a sun that was on its dying phase of life. Humid, muddy and if not in the right mindset, depressing. This was the home of Hulan Organo.
0800am Hulan woke with a start. Nothing but the usual, her training regimen to begin. She was long since without a formal master and her isolation had begun three years ago. She looked over to the right of her small hut, which was built for a very short statured creature before her. Her gaze fell upon her fire pit from the night before. It had long since fizzled out and the idea of getting out of her self-heated sleeping bag unsettled her. She shook her head, no time fore selfish thoughts. Even as a lone living communicating creature on the planet she had work to do. Training and demanding the most of her body was what she was used too.
She rolled out of her bedding. The unpleasantly cold air settled into her bones, and she shivered. With a smile she wrapped an old rope around her torso. It was a very threadbare and old cloak. It is black and was once a very long cape. It reeked of sweat and old blood. Being as it took quite awhile to double boil water, Hulan often got lazy and just let her personal hygiene go to hell. She had crafted the sleeves from the excess length at the end. She herself was a very short 5foot tall. Her father was a very tall 5'11. He was who the once cape belonged to initially. The fabric was meant for space temperatures so it served surprisingly well on the cool and clammy swamp planet she was on. She crouched low and walked over to the small fire place. She stirred around the much burned ashes and realized today she would need to salvage new wood to dry for future fires if she wanted to be warm at all. This was an entire day task as she had to not only find none rotten and useless wood, she had to take it in doors and let it air out in the only semi-dry place in the entire planet that she knew of; her very small and humble mud hut.
She poured her ration into the boiled water she had collected yesterday. A small loaf of bread popped up, and she slipped last nights kill onto a spit and turned it over a fire. It was barely enough calories to get her up and going for the day but it was better then having nothing in your stomach. As she munched she glanced out her window. The dreary dense fog and dimly light swamp land met her eyes. Hulan let out a sigh, she longed to be back on a her home planet. She often forgot what real grass looked like. Mud, and murky water was about as good as it got here.
She shuffled out of her warm robe, and tied her hair back into a tight and sloppy bun. Were her master to see her all disheveled she would be punished, but since there was no estimated time back for him this time she had lost her concern for that matter. "Meep meep, bleep", a small squeak erupted. A small droid whirred to life soon as her motion was sensed beside its monitors. It was less then knee high, and had an abnormally triangular top piece. It was slated with numbers CC-9. Marked with red for the First District, it was once a driod mean to go along with fighter ships into combat. However, its new assignment was to occupy time and report any deviances to orders by Hulan to her master. Hulan had not been a fan of this droid in the beginning, as any young 12 year old wouldn't be. Now she had formed a begrudging fondness for the small metal being.
"Yes, CC-9, I'm up and I'm about to head out for my morning exercise. I have eaten and I have hydrated" she stated to the droid, who had a check list that it had to monitor daily on her. With a happy whirrrr, CC-9 rolled up to her and ejected a very fine needle. Hulan sighed again, "really, is this necessary everyday? My blood sugars have always remained fine!". CC-9 simply rolled forward slightly and beeped loudly once. Which in droid meant, 'yes'. Or in CC-9 meant, I have too, its orders you know! Hulan complied and let the droid take a small finger prick to run her blood glucose. She finished rolling up her sleeping bag and rinsed her mouth with mouth wash. When she turned back she saw CC-9 waiting by the small door. Hulan slipped on her boots and patted the small droid on the top as she squeezed out the small hut door, "See you in about four hours, CC-9. It has been 6 months since we have heard from Master, so if you hear anything at all send me a notification on my communicator''. Hulan had a wrist communicator she was responsible for wearing at all times, it tracked her GPS and also was a contact between CC-9, who received any and all messages from the world beyond the swamp planet.