Running the Stars

From the dust of a red dirt world, far edge of the map.

Boots on the deck, blade's shift held together by scrap. Aussie Achlys at

the helm, stars in his eyes. Lies in the face of empires,

never follows their lies. Hyperdrive humming like a didgeridoo drone. Southern rim outlaw,

nowhere near home. Credits low, hope high, blasters worn thin. If the galaxy's

burning, we're diving right in. We're running the stars till the

daylight's gone. Through hyperspace storms till the next new dawn. Side by side

where the wild force flows. Aussie Achlys and the crew he chose.