Star Wars: The Xenobiologist and the Exiled

Chapter 1

Arrival

Exile was lonely. That was the point though, wasn’t it? Dasklo’van’dewan had spent the last one thousand, two hundred and eighty-five days alone on this Sight forsaken planet, living with the burdens of his decisions, and hoping that maybe someone, anyone would undo the injustice done to him and bring him home. 

But that was wishful thinking, wasn’t it? He was stuck here, dealing with ramifications that weren't his to bear. He sighed as he prepared his hunting gear. He needed his next few week’s worth of meat. His current supply was running low. As he checked the last of his gear, he heard the roar of a ship’s engines. He dashed outside his hut, hope swelling in his chest.

An unfamiliar ship flew overhead. The hope immediately dissipated. It wasn’t a Chiss ship, that was for certain. Who was this? And how did they find this planet? Lovande’s plans shifted from hunting to scouting. Still probably better to grab his rifle, just in case whoever was on this ship meant trouble.

Chesmi watched the planet with wonder as she soared over it, her gold eyes glittering. A forest of green lay below with untold creatures just waiting for her to find them. Her reverie was suddenly interrupted.

“So, what planet was this again? And why do I see nothing but green, green, and more green? I thought I saw oceans on our way in.”

Chesmi sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Zavir, I went over the mission details several times. First, this planet doesn't have a name. It’s uncharted. Second, we’ll get to the oceanic sector later. My plan was we make our way through the forest first, then find where the land meets the sea. I’ve marked the coordinates of where we want to end up. We go through the forest first and chart as much as we can there.”

Zavir groaned. 

“Beaches are a better place to start.”

“This isn’t some beach vacation, Zavir. We’re here for work.”

Another bored groan came from Zavir, which Chesmi promptly ignored as she gently set the ship down. It hissed and clanked as it adjusted to the gravity of the planet. She unbuckled her safety restraints and stood up, mentally running through a checklist of everything she’d need to grab. She picked up her datapad and began looking through it, then opened the ramp.

Lovande watched the ramp on the mystery ship open through his scanners. A male being stepped out first, pushing a crate and surveying the area with a bored look on his face. Human, by his looks. The human appeared to speak to someone else in the ship. A blue hand appeared, pointing at the crate. A blue hand? Who else was on that ship? Lovande adjusted his scanners more, zooming in further. A female figure appeared. Sure enough, her skin was a shade of blue, but her hair was a deep purple and her eyes were a shade of gold. Lovande lowered his scanners and shook his head, wondering if what he’d actually seen was real. He looked back through them, looking at the female.

She was real, alright, and it looked like she had gold markings on her face. Lovande carefully climbed to the next branch in the tree he was perched in, hoping to hear whatever conversation these two mysterious newcomers were having. He could hear the female speaking.

“Zavir, unpack the rations, will you? I’ll start plotting our route.”

“Chesmi, how long are we going to be here?”

“At least a few months, if not longer.” She sighed and began mumbling to herself. “This is why I didn’t want you to come.”

“I heard that.”

“Good! I hope you did. How did you even graduate university? Seriously, Zavir. And why this career path?”

“I had my ways of passing.”