Izye and Isaven: A Moonlit Odyssey of Love

The stars were bright, the air was crisp. I turned up the collar of my jacket and felt a sense of pride that I had kept it this long. It was made out of a special leather that could withstand any environment, even in space. The only thing wrong with it was that it had been my fathers, and he died a year ago. We were in the middle of a trade deal when everything went wrong.

I remember staring at his body as they removed it from the ship. He was 2 meters tall and had a nose that looked as if it had been broken every other day of his life. His hair was black with grey streaks running through his beard. Despite his rough appearance, he had a tattoo on his right arm with Izye written in elegant text. I remember asking him one time why he did that, he said that no matter where he went or who he met, they would always know him by his name.

Izye. That's what my father called me, the name of his only son now lost to the stars forever. He sold everything to get me into training for space travel at an early age but now there was no one left on earth except for me. I looked at the contract in my hands, two million credits were being exchanged for some rare earth metals which would be utilized for interstellar travel once back in our home system. I looked at the exchange rate which showed 1 credit per ounce of the metals, making them worth about 23 million credits total.

"Izye!" A voice crackled over the radio, "We need you over here to help unload these containers!"

I looked around and saw a group of men unloading large containers into smaller ones so they could be sent over to our trading partner, who was stationed just off one of Saturn's moons called Titan. They were all looking to me expectantly and I quickly made my way over to them where they handed me a small container before turning back to their own workstation.

"Thank you," I said as I made my way back over to the spaceship where we would transport these goods back home and make some good money off them too! My father used to say that nothing went wrong on a trade run because you can't make mistakes with cargo, but I wasn't so sure about that anymore after what happened to him last year...