Awakening: A New Life Begins
Date: April 14, 176 BBY, Time: 8:30 A.M., Location: Brartal System, Brartal III's Capital city of Varinal, Chasin Momeoran's modest estate
The soft glow of dawn seeped through the thin fabric of the curtains, illuminating the modest bedroom of Chasin Momeoran. The air was still, filled with the lingering warmth of a night spent in passionate embrace. As he stirred, Chasin felt the gentle warmth of his three wives nestled around him, each a unique embodiment of beauty and strength.
To his left lay Pulchra Domine Momeoran in all her beautiful glory with a modestly sized blossom; The rest of her other Zeltron features ethereal and serene in sleep. Her pink skin glowed softly in the morning light, and her delicate features bore the faintest hint of a smile. On his right, Mugruco Momeoran in her amazing beautiful showing off her Heavenly form and her large, blessed blossom; He saw her blue skin and elegant Lekku that he like to play with her to arouse her; They were framing her face like a flowing waterfall, rested peacefully. Both women exuded an aura of tranquility that enveloped him like a comforting embrace.
Below his waist, he could feel the warm grip of Sahaz Lor Momeoran, a Cathar of the Juhani sub-species. He could see her wonder short haired orange furry coat with black tiger-like stripes running down along the backside of her body; As well her haired white furred front size covering modestly sized blossom; He could see her cute face with satisfied look on it like she had caught her favorite play toy. She clung to his leg with the tenacity of a child grasping a beloved toy, her cat-like senses attuned to his every movement. Chasin couldn't help but smile at the sight of his wives, their presence a reminder of the life he had chosen in this vast galaxy.
As he moved slightly, a sharp pang shot through his mind, followed by a rush of memories—glimpses of another life, someone named Daniel Skipper. The vivid memories collided with his own, images of starfighter battles, star systems yet unseen, and advanced technology merging seamlessly with his identity. He wasn't just Chasin Momeoran anymore; he was both himself and Daniel Skipper, a Galactic Adventurer and an Aerospace Engineer with a mind full of star maps and starship schematics.
The jarring fusion of lives and memories left him momentarily dizzy, but as the storm of recollection settled, he felt a renewed clarity. Chasin was reborn with a wealth of knowledge and experiences, carrying him toward new and thrilling horizons.
Sahaz, sensing his unrest, crawled up to his face, her feline eyes wide with concern. "Chasin? Are you alright?" she purred, her voice soft and melodic, tinged with genuine worry.
He managed a reassuring smile, brushing a stray lock of her fur behind her ear. "I'm fine, my love. Just… a bit of a headache," he replied, his voice steady. He felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over him as he looked at her. "I'm adjusting to everything. I think I'm beginning to remember who I am."
Mugruco stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet Chasin's gaze. "What's wrong?" she murmured, stretching her arms above her head, revealing the delicate curves of her body.
"Just a little disorientation. Nothing to worry about," he assured her, wrapping an arm around both of his wives, pulling them closer.
Pulchra finally woke, her gaze flicking from Sahaz to Chasin, concern etched on her features. "You're shaking," she said softly, brushing her fingers along his arm. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Chasin took a deep breath, steadying himself as he absorbed the comfort of their touch. "I promise, it's nothing I can't handle. Just a brief wave of memories crashing into me. I'm still getting used to my new life."
He looked around their cozy quarters, filled with mementos of their adventures together—a wall decorated with holos from their travels, artifacts from the different planets they had explored, and trinkets gifted from friends they had made along the way. This was a life he had always dreamed of, filled with love, laughter, and endless horizons to chase.
Deciding it was time to rise, Chasin shifted again, carefully extricating himself from their embrace. He felt a rush of exhilaration as he prepared for the day, the weight of his previous existence lifting with each passing moment. With a final glance at his wives, he smiled. "Let me take care of the morning routine today."
As he made his way to the small kitchen area, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the adventure that lay ahead. The galaxy was vast, and he was ready to explore its depths.
The soothing scent of fresh dew and the distant hum of life outside greeted him as he stepped through the doorway. The sunlight filtered in, illuminating their cozy quarters. He began to prepare breakfast, the skills of a proficient chef instinctively coming back to him as he moved through the motions, slicing fruits and brewing a rich cafe.
As he worked, he considered the implications of his new life. Chasin Momeoran was born anew in a galaxy filled with intrigue and danger. He was no longer the man who lay in a retirement home, watching films of a world long gone. He was now a part of this universe, with all its complexities and wonders.
Just then, the soft sounds of movement behind him caught his attention. Sahaz padded in, her eyes playful and bright. "What are you making?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him from behind, her warmth enveloping him like a comforting cloak.
"Breakfast, for my beautiful wives," he replied, turning to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. As the other two wives joined them, Chasin felt a swell of happiness.
The sound of laughter and soft teasing filled the kitchen area as Pulchra and Mugruco joined Sahaz. Chasin couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant energy his wives brought into his life. The lighthearted banter, their warm smiles, and the affectionate glances exchanged among them were the threads that wove their family together.
"Did you remember to add the spiced Zabrak melons?" Pulchra asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Chasin feigned a gasp. "Of course! You know I can't start the day without a touch of Zabrak spice." He leaned over to stir a pot simmering on the small stove, releasing an aromatic blend of flavors that danced through the air.
Mugruco chuckled softly, her lekku bobbing gently as she set the table. "If you keep this up, we might have to start charging the neighbors for breakfast!"
Sahaz giggled, a melodic sound that brightened the morning even more. "Or we could invite them over! I'm sure they'd love to meet our culinary genius!"
After breakfast was served, the four of them settled at the small dining table, a rustic piece adorned with handmade decorations from their travels. As they dug into the meal, Chasin's heart swelled with gratitude, a feeling that was becoming more familiar with each passing day.
"Chasin," Pulchra began, her voice turning serious, "have you thought more about what you want to do today? We should decide on a plan."
Chasin paused, considering her words. The world outside their cozy home was as vast as the galaxy itself, teeming with opportunities for adventure. "I have some thoughts," he replied, wiping his mouth and leaning back in his chair. "I was thinking we might explore the old ruins on Brartal IV. The artifacts there are said to hold secrets of our ancestors and the original colony fleet."
Mugruco's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh! That sounds amazing! The last time we were there, we barely scratched the surface of what's buried beneath the sands."
Sahaz nodded enthusiastically. "And we could set up camp! It would be like our own little adventure, just the four of us!"
Chasin felt a surge of happiness at their eagerness. "Exactly! It could be a chance to learn more about our heritage and the history of the Brartal system."
"But we should also prepare," Pulchra interjected, her tone shifting to one of caution. "The ruins can be unpredictable. Who knows what kinds of creatures or other explorers might be lurking around?"
Chasin nodded, her concern echoing his own. The Brartal system had seen its fair share of conflict over the years, and while they had established a measure of peace, danger always seemed to linger just beyond the horizon. "I'll gather some supplies and we can set out after we finish cleaning up here."
After breakfast, the four of them worked together to tidy up, laughter and playful teasing echoing through the space as they put dishes away. Chasin's heart felt light, yet in the back of his mind, the weight of the galaxy's complexities tugged at him.
With the cleanup complete, Chasin stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air as he surveyed their surroundings. Their home, situated on the outskirts of Brartal III's capital, was nestled amid rolling hills and lush greenery, a stark contrast to the bustling urban centers that characterized much of the planet.
The Brartal system was rich in history and culture, yet it still held many secrets. Chasin knew that the day's exploration could uncover not just ancient artifacts but also the potential for new alliances and opportunities within the wider galaxy.
As they gathered their gear, Chasin felt the faint stirrings of ambition within him, an urge to delve deeper into the mysteries of their origins. Perhaps the galaxy was still calling out to him, urging him to embrace the legacy of exploration that had defined the lives of his predecessors.
"Ready?" he asked, turning to his wives, who stood with excitement shining in their eyes, a bright contrast to the muted colors of the morning sky.
"Always!" Sahaz replied, her feline enthusiasm infectious.
The morning sun climbed higher into the sky as Chasin Momeoran and his wives made their way through the serene streets of their small community, heading toward the landing pad areas. The crisp air buzzed with the energy of a new day, and the scent of wildflowers mingled with the faint hum of repulsorlift engines in the distance. Chasin felt a sense of excitement building within him, both for the day's planned expedition and for what he'd just read on his personal data-pad.
His wives flanked him, their faces glowing with anticipation for the adventure ahead. Pulchra, Mugruco, and Sahaz were just as eager as he was to climb aboard their shuttle, The Celestial Voyager. The ship was more than just a vessel—it was a symbol of their shared dreams and the embodiment of Chasin's technical genius and their spirit of exploration.
As they neared the landing pads, Chasin's data-pad chimed, alerting him to a new batch of messages. Glancing down, he saw a flood of interest in the blueprints for his custom-designed shuttle. His years of study in physics and aerospace engineering had culminated in the creation of this one-of-a-kind vessel, a perfect balance of sleek design and practical functionality.
"The Celestial Voyager" was a beauty to behold. Its silhouette echoed the curves of the Curich-class shuttle, blended with the rugged utility of a GX1 Short Hauler. The shuttle's frame was large enough to accommodate nine passengers and their exploratory gear, but its streamlined design allowed for smooth navigation through even the most treacherous planetary atmospheres. The rear cargo bay could easily handle the equipment needed for their archaeological ventures, and the luxurious cockpit was outfitted with state-of-the-art navigation systems and reinforced shields for deep-space travel.
As they arrived at the landing pad, the gleaming shuttle stood waiting, its hull reflecting the sunlight. Sahaz gave an appreciative whistle as she admired its sleek lines.
"Never gets old seeing her up close," Sahaz purred, her feline eyes shimmering in the light. Mugruco nodded in agreement, while Pulchra cast a loving glance at Chasin.
"You've really outdone yourself, Chasin,(Pulchra said, brushing a hand along the cool metal of the shuttle's exterior.) No wonder people are willing to pay a fortune for your blueprints."
Chasin smiled at her compliment but was more focused on the new messages on his data-pad. His attention snapped to one particular message—an offer from a prominent business consortium based out of the Mid Rim, eager to acquire the plans for The Celestial Voyager.
Bid offer from Mid Rim Transport Coalition: 350,000 credits + 9.375% royalties on every shuttle manufactured.
Chasin's eyes widened slightly. That was a hefty sum, but the real temptation lay in the royalties—an ongoing cut of profits as long as their shuttles sold. The offer was enough to make him pause, but there were other messages as well.
Private Offer from Talor Industries: 425,000 credits + 12.5% royalties on fleet contracts.
This second offer intrigued him even more. Talor Industries was known for their expansive network of exploratory fleets, and Chasin knew that if they picked up his shuttle design, they'd order fleets of them for their interstellar exploration and transport operations.
As he scrolled, another message caught his eye.
Royal House of Serenno: 500,000 credits + exclusive 15% royalty on luxury modifications and limited production runs.
Chasin let out a low whistle at the sheer audacity of that offer. The Royal House of Serenno was not only offering the highest bid so far, but they were also dangling the opportunity to market a high-end, luxury version of his shuttle design. The idea of seeing The Celestial Voyager remade as a high-end luxury starship for the galaxy's elites was an enticing prospect, but it came with the condition of exclusivity—once he accepted their deal, no other company could produce his shuttles.
"Look at this," Chasin murmured, turning the data-pad toward his wives. "People are really interested in our shuttle."
Pulchra peered over his shoulder and raised her brows. "These are some serious offers. You could build a whole new fleet with just a fraction of those credits."
Mugruco leaned in closer, her lekku trailing over his arm as she studied the data-pad. "The royalties from Talor Industries could secure us financially for decades, especially if they use your shuttles for large-scale exploration. But the Serenno offer is tempting too... imagine our shuttle flying among the nobility."
Sahaz, ever the practical one, chimed in. "And what would you do with that much money? Expand your ship designs even further? Or maybe build a second version of The Celestial Voyager for our personal use?"
Chasin chuckled at Sahaz's teasing. "We've barely scratched the surface with this one," he said, glancing fondly at their shuttle. "But you're right. These offers could change everything for us. We could fund our expeditions for years to come, without worrying about resources."
He pocketed his data-pad, already mulling over the offers in his mind. The galaxy was vast, and there was still so much to explore, but having a steady income stream from royalties would allow them to focus on their passions—exploration, discovery, and the pursuit of knowledge.
"Let's not worry about that for now," Chasin said, casting a final glance at his data-pad before turning to his wives. "Today, we've got ruins to explore."
With that, they boarded The Celestial Voyager, the familiar hum of the engines filling the air as Chasin powered up the systems. The ship responded instantly; every system calibrated perfectly to his specifications. As the landing pads' force field shimmered out of existence, the shuttle lifted off smoothly, climbing higher into the sky.
As they broke through the atmosphere of Brartal III, Chasin gazed out at the expanse of space before them. His data-pad buzzed again, no doubt another eager buyer, but he ignored it. For now, his focus was on the journey ahead, the mysteries of Brartal IV waiting to be uncovered.
Pulchra, Mugruco, and Sahaz joined him in the cockpit, their excitement palpable as the stars stretched out before them.
