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The baby eventually managed to get that fighter plane toy out of his mouth, with a lot of effort on behalf of two people in the fuelling station uniforms. All of that at the expense of my sleep! The amount of times I heard "Wedge, cut it out" and "Wedge, don't eat it" almost makes me want to order topato wedges. I am not sure if these Corellians appreciate true, progressive Sacorrian sense of humour, but…but it matches! It matches, I swear! That baby is not to be handled raw, he might give you an illness. My ears are still ringing. Why don't they put some nice whiskey into his food? It's not like he was destined to save us all, or anything, he does not really have to be alert all the time.

Eventually, an aloof young girl who introduced herself as Syal brought me a glass of bantha milk and a nerf steak sandwich. It was about time!

And that is how I went from being stuck with an adolescent and a baby to being stuck with…an adolescent and a baby! The girl, she seems distant, but to me, that is a good thing - she is not interested in dismembering me, examining me or whatever. Trust me, I have been sober for two days and that Aryan got me more paranoid than when I was examined by Them. You don't know about that, Ranni, do you? Of course, you don't, you were probably on their side all along.

Syal asked me where I was from and she was the first Corellian who did not laugh upon hearing it – if these moon-people are true Corellians, that is! Sacorria fascinates her, she said. Any place with beautiful women is fascinating, she thinks. She wants to change her last name, because it's too common. And she wants to be famous. She does not want to be stuck on a space station orbiting a moon, she wants to feel rain on her skin and sunbathe whenever she wants to. She even has a new name made up for herself: Wynssa Starflare. Younglings, they're so silly sometimes! The next thing you know, she'll be running away from home or something!

Two hours later, I finally got introduced to Bastard. Bastard Terrik is his name. He had just docked his ship and he was not in the mood for talking, because the trip from Naboo took too long. He only shook my hand and mumbled something about Jax and Dale and their "shady schemes". A woman and a child stepped out of the freighter and proceeded to the sandwich conservator in the fueling station. And I'm looking at them eat, three tables away from me. Looks like they didn't want to sit close to me.

But Naboo. Naboo!

Ranni, I am not sure how I will get over the fact that Naboo exists! Sure it was this...this beautiful, mythical place that we learned about at the Academy...okay, you were taking notes and I was passing notes, but still...it was a myth. A planet that is beauty and art, at its finest. Apparently, this is where a "separatist crisis" that begun these "clone wars" had started eleven years ago. Sounds pretty real to me! These two people couldn't have come from a made-up place, right? Also, it's shaped like all other planets, it's not exactly a giant statue. Sometimes I wonder if They…

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If I become a tooka, do I get to eat tooka food?

The big girl wants to be famous. I want to be famous too. I want to have my own show.

Brave, brave, little banthas
Brave, brave, little banthas
Brave, brave, little banthas
Serving the Republic, salutes!

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