She walked around, marveling at all the biological technology of the Vong-shaped planet. People of all species mingled in the street and markets were set up all over the Town Square. One booth sold little lightsaber models. The hilts were carved out of rock and the blades were gems polished into a smooth colored blade. They had a variety of different color lightsabers, each made from a different gem. Another stall sold animals from a variety of planets. Crowds gathered around a centered stall betrayed the popular state-of-the-art blaster stall. A very decorated booth advertised the holovids and posters they were selling. She caught a glimpse of a man walking down the street holding a poster of an actress and had her signature on the bottom. There was a holocam booth to take pictures and a booth to get change for credits and exchange currencies. On top of that, there were the normal stalls, selling datapads, maps, toiletries and other necessities. Of course, there were hotels and booths set up surrounded by tables that served any type of food you could possibly think of. Stopping at one stall, she convinced the clerk to give her a piece of fruit native to Naboo. She enjoyed the tangy-sweet taste of the fruit as she wandered around, trying to figure out her next move. She had to get off this planet. Her dad could easily track the last ship that left Kamino. The docking bay was her next destination. Studying the walls full of intricate designs, she sauntered down the halls. Suddenly, she ran into someone and hit her head on the floor as she fell backwards. Rubbing her head, she sat up and heard a groan from the hall's only other occupant. She looked over and saw a young man probably a few years older than her lying on the floor.
"I'm sorry. Are you OK?" She scrambled to his side.
"Yeah," he grinned slightly at her. "You got a pretty solid connection there."
"I didn't mean to run into you," she blushed slightly. "I'm sorry."
"I know." They stood up and brushed off. "I have to go, but I hope I run into you again. Not literally." He winked at her and headed down the corridor. She watched him until he tuned a corner.
"Charming Miriam." She thought to herself disgusted, "Way to lay low." She groaned as she recognized the pun. She rubbed her head and continued down the hall.
Suddenly, a thought hit her. That black-haired young man was coming from the docking bay. Maybe he had a ship. His green eyes had seemed kind enough, but would he consider giving her a ride after she bowled him over?
Well, If I can't find a ride, I'll track him down, She thought as she began searching the hangar.
After she had secured a good ship to stowaway on and a couple good back-up plans, she headed back out into the city. So many emotions filled her senses that she had to stop a moment to get her bearings. She once again wandered through the market, enjoying the sight of so many imported and native goods. She headed off in search of a place to stay for the night.