the sun got stuck, as it's making its way back down,
we find ourselves, in a familiar part of town

and all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

so when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
tell the sun to start moving again,
the taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
and I'll take you there with me

my head crashed down, air conditioned myself to sleep,
the great night out, that will continue to the end of the week

and all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

so when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
tell the sun to start moving again,
the taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
and I'll take you there with me

so when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
tell the sun to start moving again,
the taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
and I'll take you there with me.

---

Aretsuya stared outside into the cold grey sky, watching the misty clouds as they drifted aimlessly, following their own shapeless patterns as they floated across the dark, turbulent heavens. Hearing the rain fall gently onto the ground, she heaved a great but muted sigh. For the time being, she was content merely listening to the sounds of the rain, gazing out onto the streets as mothers called their children to return home before it became too dark. Mother…? She hugged her slender knees close to her chest in thought, and as the icy breeze of the wind outside beat down upon her exposed skin, Aretsuya felt thankful that she had something to keep her warm, even though it came in the form of an old and tattered coat which hugged her otherwise naked skin. At least it provided her with some comfort, and as the last calls of the anxious mothers sounded, she closed her weary eyes and breathed in deeply yet again.

Warmth, she thought to herself again, for the atmosphere of the room quite reminded her of the essence of a mother's womb, warm and cozy, while everything outside felt distant, alien and unknown, and she couldn't help but wonder the hidden meaning behind the muffled sounds which filtered through the closed glass panes. It was somehow reminiscent of her own mother, whom she did not know of course, due to the fact that she had died during childbirth. She had never known her true father, either. As she looked ahead outside upon the mothers on the streets as they hurriedly retreated into the safety of their houses along with their small children, Aretsuya became curious, for what seemed like the thousandth time, as to what it would be like for someone to care for her in such an unconditional way. To be scolded because they were concerned for her well-being, and not because she was thought of something much lower than a human being.

However, it was not as though she had never known familial love herself, as her maternal grandfather had adopted her from the minute she had been conceived and had been responsible for raising as well as nurturing her throughout the early stages of her childhood. Those were the few years during which she had known true, untainted happiness. She and her grandpapa had been far from wealthy; in fact, they only earned enough to get by on a day-to-day basis, but everyone in their neighborhood recognized her as the little flower-girl, forever smiling and joyful, as well as the grandchild of the soul successor of the kindred old man, and this gained her quite a reputation amongst her towns-people. The village itself was rather modest and unremarkable, as were the very people residing there. Everybody knew and had experienced the worst hardships that life could offer, but at the same time they realized the rare and simple joys that these small accomplishments could bring. This was the reason why whenever she arrived home from her daily errands, and after having helped her elderly, feeble grandpapa and completed the household chores, he would sit her down and describe to her stories of legendary heroes known as the Jedi, as well as their honourable, valiant feats which rightfully earned them the reputation of being the saviours of the galaxies. Aretsuya looked forward to hearing these tales, and no matter how many times he repeated the same story, she could not help but listen in awe and admiration, as though she were listening for the first time all over again.

Nevertheless, as is the way that all fairytales progress, the time of merriment and joy was short-lived. Her grandpapa had become sick with old age, and as the weeks passed his condition deteriorated until finally, when Aretsuya was eleven years of age, he passed away. As a result of this tragedy, Aretsuya gradually lost whatever jollity and optimism she had originally possessed, and instead became a cold, apathetic and melancholy soul. The youthful charm the town's denizens had so adored had vanished, and with it so did any and all motivation on their part to purchase her flowers. With this method of income diminished, and the meager savings left to her by her dear deceased grandfather almost exhausted, she had no choice left but to take to the streets, and during this time she befriended a group of other, similarly young and destitute children. Together with them, she searched for odd jobs and scavenged the streets to survive, and the early years of her adolescence passed by in this manner.

And thus ended the first few and not-so-bleak chapters of her life.

It was then that the story took a turn really took a turn for the worse, and Aretsuya had to shake her head to recover from her morbid reverie before it could become any more morose. Grimacing in order to prevent herself from thinking further, she opened her eyes and withdrew her head from where it rested, and glanced back outside the frosted window. By now it was completely dark, and the streets were entirely devoid of any signs of life; she had lost all track of time while idly drowned in her thoughts, apparently. The girl inhaled deeply, then decided to wander outside for a stroll to try and clear her mind of its wayward thoughts. She was hesitant at first, however, and after a second brief scan of the view from her window revealed that no one was present, she finally ventured outside, reassured. It was because she felt it was wrong to reveal her unsightly, unclean self in front of others that she always roamed about on her own. She felt impure, and as such did not want other people to witness her many insecurities first-hand.

Once outside, the rain beat down relentlessly upon her unshielded face, and Aretsuya was once again consumed by her thoughts -- although this time, they were more focused on staring intently at the ground directly ahead of her rather then wallowing in miserable nostalgia. Minutes elapsed in this manner, perhaps even hours, until suddenly, without any warning, her body violently collided against another, much taller figure and she fell back against the hard, wet pavement, her back slamming against the cold stone.

Her eyes widened fearfully. "I-I'm sorry," she stuttered, her voice trembling. Aretsuya refused to look up, her body shaking from the immense cold as well as growing apprehension at how the stranger might punish her for her carelessness. "I'm sorry," she whispered again. "I'm sorry…"

"I'm sorry…"

Was all Doyae was able to grasp before turning to see a small figure begin to slump toward the wet and dirty street behind him. He leaned in closer and took a look at the child, young girl wearing tattered clothing and apparently some bruises on her tiny frame.

" Poor girl..." he commented as he gazed upon the unconscious child’s from. Not knowing what to do, he decides to pick her up and take her with him to his room. Doyae Darkstar, had originally came to this small planet to re-fuel his ship. But he ended up staying here when he managed to land a small part-time job working for the spaceports technical crew. It wasn't the highest paying job he had, but it did give him money to help buy equipment and supplies for his future adventures and parts for his ship.

Carefully lifting the small girl over his right shoulder, he takes off his vest and places over her head, in a feeble attempt to keep her dry. " Just old on there kid. I'll get ya some where nice." he said softly as he plodded his way through the drenched concrete.

It took him only a few minutes to reach the front door of the Dancing Rancor, but to him it seemed like a lifetime had passed since he had rescued the small street urchin from the wet, cold, and hard pavement. He took another look at her and noticed that the young girl was kind of cute under all the grime. “ She kind of reminds me of my baby sister back home.” He thought as he carried her carefully up the stairs to his room.

The dancing rancor, was kind of primitive for his tastes. But yet had a certain old world charm to it. It had some of the modern convinces for visitors, but maintained the quaint country town setting one would expect on a back water planet like this. There was room enough for a large bed, a small table a chair set, a holo-vid set and a small couch.

The next room housed a small refresher and shower. Taking the wet vest off the girls’ face, he grabbed a small blanket from the edge of the bed and wrapped it around her before placed her gently on the bed.

“ Hmmm…this child might be hungry, I should head to the café and get her something to eat. Then after she is feed, maybe I can find out who she is and maybe where her family lives.” Putting his vest back over his soaking wet shirt. Doyae quickly but quietly leaves the room and heads down to the small café. “ I just hope that girl like bantha burgers and fries.” He thought with a sigh as he descended the steps.

((Assume this happens before the events of the Sinsang takeover))

The Y-Wings engines groaned as Irtar entered the system. He had forgotten to refuel when he left Ilum and he was almost out of fuel. Thankfully this small planet was just a little out of his way and not in Imperial Space. That would save him a lot of problems in the long run...

The planet had a simple patrol system. Reminded him a lot of his own little home planet of Dantooine. Irtar sighed lightly in memory of what had just happened.... No. He can't dwell on it. He didn't need to be a person dragged down by his sorrow, he'd instead use it to increase his own efficency. Use it to help him focus on what he has to do. Not to mention that if he blew this, he'd have the Prime Minister of the Coalition against him.

He'd go in, get his ship refueled, and after that he'd get back on his way towards the Raioballo Sector. Hrm... maybe he'd start by checking out Sinsang? Or maybe it'd be wiser to check out elsewhere in the Sector?

After a brief once over with the sector security, the old Y-Wing was making it's way towards an old landing bay in a smaller city. When Irtar landed, he was disappointed to find out that thanks to a pirate attack, their last fuel shipment was raided and so all remaining fuel on the planet was limited for sector security in the case of an emergency.

The goods news was that another shipment was due sometime soon!

Irtar groaned to himself and was given directions to the nearest inn with rooms. The 'Dancing Rancor'. Irtar raised a brow at the peculiar name. He was told that it was a bit more 'old fashioned' than most places, but it's not like Irtar had much choice. For now, he was reduced to walking distance....

Irtar fetched his more important goods from his Y-Wing, a pouch with a fair amount of credits, some food, and some of his tools, and his lightsaber. Irtar then proceeded to lock the thing up nice and tight and arrange for it to end up in one of the hangars. Thankfully, the giving and caring government of the planet had decreed that people would be able to have their ships put into the hangar for free.

Though inns had jacked up the costs to balance out he was told.

The young Jedi sighed and began to make his way towards the inn by the directions one of the attendants at the hangar gave him.