Kaan smirked as Reibe complimented the nice religious folks of the Oasis without knowing the story behind it all. He shook his head and looked at Anahera.
"Apparently I'm not enough off the map" the Mirialan said and rolled his eyes.
"As for you, Anahera, you will have to adapt quite a bit to the life out there where my residence is. I live in a religious community in the middle of nowhere in the Jundland Wastes. They are very welcoming to visitors, but it will take time for them to trust you enough to let you go about freely in the community" Kaan told the woman and sighed. He had no idea how he'd gotten into this mess in the first place. Another day when he should've never gotten up from his meditations.
"In any case, you will either be forced to leave your ship behind or hide it into the Jundland Wastes. Preferably with defenses since the Jawas like to roam the Wastes in search for anything they could bargain onwards."
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan