[OOC]This isn't a back story but tries to shed some light on what Kithrak does with all his money. Writeing these mini-stories helps me flesh out the character's aspirations and goals. Hope you enjoy it.[/OOC]
Kithrak's Yalmaha touched down on a dusty landing pad somewhere in the Newland Desert area. As he was powering down
the engines the radio played a soothing symphony by the Omni-Orchestra. He waited until the piece was over before opening
his air conditioned canopy and was hit by a blast of dry desert air. Kithrak flinched and frowned momentarily at the discomfort. Looking around, the landing pad was in the middle of nowhere more or less. The only building in sight was a run down shack with an equally run down service droid recharging next to it. Despite the uncomfortably hot weather and barren landscape Kithrak felt peaceful, the chaos that is Rubi-Ka momentarily forgotten. His boots cunched noisily as he crossed the landing pad made of compacted dirt and made his way to the shack. Kithrak pushed a botton next to the door and waited. The security camera above him powered up, focused on him for a bit and the door clicked open.
Inside the shack was a well lit stairway leading underground. He proceeded down the stairs and walked past a long hallway.
As he reached the end of the hallway two auto turrets sprung up from the floor boards and their barrels locked onto him. He
ignored them and stepped through the automatic door into an ordinary living room.
There were several children playing stopped as they looked up at the strange man that just entered. The room was plainly
furnished as Kithrak looked around for the caretaker. An elderly woman entered with a tray holding milk and cookies.
"Ah, there you are Kithrak. How was your flight here?"
"Uneventful, how are your children Janie?"
"Up to mischief as always, you know how children are." The elderly woman crackled.
"I've braught you some more money for this month." Kithrak held up an electronic credit chip.
"The children and I thank you again Kithrak. Why don't you join me for some milk and cookies in the kitchen?" Janie set her
tray down on a table and the children that were playing crowded around helping themselves.
He nodded and followed Janie to the kitchen. The kitchen was rather spacious for an underground room and resembled a
small cafeteria with a half dozen small tables designed to seat children. Like the rest of the underground areas, it was well
lit but planly furnished.
Janie pointed to a full sized table. "Have yourself a seat while I go get your milk and cookies."
Kithrak felt slightly uneasy at being treated just like the children but nodded and sat down without complaint. He wondered if
all elderly people treat people younger than them like children and if he would be like this too when he grows old..... If he
managed to live that long, he reminded himself bitterly.
<To be continued....>
Edit, fixed typo nyah!
