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My mom lay sleeping, undisturbed from the noise.īeing a Threxian, Mom aged slower than Terrans. Lowering myself onto my stomach, I eased my upper body over the edge of my bunk to peak at the lower bunk’s occupant. “ Sprek,” I hissed, rubbing the crown of my head. Groaning a bit as I sat up from my bunk, my head thunked on the ceiling and I cringed as a throbbing sense of pain spread along my skull. I didn’t have any destination in mind, anywhere was better than this place. I held a tiny flicker of hope that one day I’d save enough units to buy us passage off of Knowhere. The ship was beyond repair, so it became our home. Once I realized Mom and I weren’t getting out of there, I adapted real quick. That’s one of the many things I learned on this sprek-hole of a station. Sure the inhabitants have a way to keep time but we usually don’t refer to anything as ‘day’, it’s always ‘night’. All there is is dark skies and thousands of lights illuminating the space station. I say ‘night’ but honestly there’s no day or night on Knowhere. I’d probably gotten about six hours of sleep which for me was a very good ‘night’s’ sleep. My time keeper let out a trilling sound, waking me from a surprisingly restful slumber. I had to find work among the seedy populous. At age eleven, I had to become her care-taker. She got to where she barely spoke and was rarely lucid enough to take care of matters. It was like a part of her died on the spot. I didn’t just lose my dad that night, I lost my mom too. We’d been on Knowhere for about a week when some thug killed him for a part he’d just bought for our engine. Unfortunately, our ship was far too damaged for a short stay. “We’ll be here only long enough to get the parts we need,” Dad had said. Somehow the station had been built inside the severed head of a Celestial being! Knowhere’s notorious for being the trading post, hideout, and haven for misfits, runaways, unsavory characters and the worst of the worst, Ravagers (think space pirates). It scared the sprek out of me the first time I saw it. By that time in my life, my family had left Threx on a journey to Xandar where my parents were sure to find great jobs but along the way our ship sustained major damage and needed repairs, so Dad docked us at the nearest space station Knowhere. They never got around to telling me about it.ĭad died when I was a squig of a girl, barely eleven years old. So how did my parents meet and end up being a happily married couple who traveled about space? I have no scarrin’ clue. He tried to explain it to me a long time ago and from what I could understand it sounded to me like Terrans are scared of anything unlike their own kind. Dad said it was too dangerous for anyone non-Terran to be there (although the word he used was ‘hew-man’, I think I’m saying that right). I spent the better half of my life on the planet Threx, my mother’s home world, but as for Terra I’ve never been. Both species are similar in appearance which has lead to many misidentifications, trust me. My DNA and bio scans have me registered as half Terran and Threxian.
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Oh, that last part got your attention, huh? Shall I start at the beginning? Heh. Like how I got roped into becoming a Ravager, or how I helped raise a little boy who became a part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. It also never fails to pull a real humdinger of a surprise on me either. Listen to ‘Because’ by The Beatles as you gaze up at the stars… Did you feel that? That catch in your breath as you stared at the immense sky and realized that every single one of those stars is another world… Lie on the ground and put on some headphones. Find a place with an open view of the sky. Wait until its dark outside, then go somewhere secluded and as far from city lights as possible.