Pedan is a nice planet and mostly because of its people a peaceful planet. They are pragmatic, easy going, orderly and very logical. Maybe he should stay here awhile. But, he knew, even if he felt he could stay on a certain planet forever, the feeling would not last. He had felt like that before and it never lasted, sooner or later the restlessness would start the need to go on. He must keep travelling, keep searching -to find whatever it was he was looking for. He did not know what geas kept him going, and he did not care anymore nor was he sure why it all started; maybe it was a young man's wanderlust or maybe just leaving a planet where he did not feel at home. There did not seem to be any specific reason for that first step, but it turned into a life-time of travelling.
On the planet, where he was born, thousand of years have past, but then planet-time always flows faster than space-time. He has been travelling for long time and has seen thousand of planets. Still, he only looked to be in and about a man in his late thirties. But, because the many different ways of counting time, he was not sure how old he was in real time... Hell, there is no real time. Time as it is known on most planets is an artificial concept according to people's religious beliefs, their understanding of their world and their accepted sense of reality. A concept that exists totally in their mind and most people will age according to that concept. But, time is subject to the influences of space-curving and gravity, and the added slow-down effect on people travelling according to the distance and speed from their point of origin; the last one is the one that is seen most by Far-Travellers. Maybe, an addition to the time dilation, the reason he never seem to age much was that he was continuously exposed to many different planets' limited terms of time. It was not that he never aged; it would be more precise to say that he aged at his own rate. Thus, it was with all Far-Travellers and could be with all people if they realized how subjective Time is. He never went back to a planet he had already been to, always outward, onward to new systems, new planets, to new sight and sounds. There was a good reason for the one-way mode of travel practiced by the Far-Travellers, onward until one reaches the edge of the Galaxy. Some of the early Far-Travellers went back over the same route too early and were tortured and beating to death for their secret of longevity. The people could not understand that there is no secret potion and the longevity had to do with the Peculiarities of Time; even the more advanced planets there exists problems with understanding Space-Time Relativity. Now, many, many years will have past before we go back, so no one remembers each individual Far-Traveller; we then have no faces and they see us as a group.
Some of the early Far-Travellers are coming back on their second turn of the Galaxy, although he had never heard of any making it off this Galaxy. Some of the Far-Travellers spend more time in space than he did, but then he seem to be collecting planets and people the way some people collected stamps, but all his collection is in his mind and he has a perfect memory, with total recall. He never carries a lot of luggage, only a small fair-sized duffel-bag. It is however ingenuously packed with survival gear such as:

1.  Miniature tool kit -especially design tools to repair minute electronic equipment.

2.  A Medi-Kit -first aid medical components that would help him survive almost anything.

3.  A Bank Kit -a kit full of small strange things that could be turned into money on any planet.

4.  A change of clothes.

It had taken him a long time to build his duffel-bag to its present perfection and it required constant updating. He had never any trouble in finding a job because of his skill with computers and repairing miniature electronic circuitry. He could also repair less advanced, more mechanical equipments, a skill he had picked by spending time on more backward planets. He had acquired, over the years, a large variety of different skills, including a fair knowledge of medical skills.
Now of days he rarely had to pay for his own ticket to the next planet. There was always persons who does not trust the mail system, but wanted a Courier for their perceived important parcels or papers. These types of people preferred to use Far-Travellers, because we are trusted and of course they also know that we have not use for the type of possessions people, who live on planets collects. The Far-Travellers are not a large group, but large enough to have acquired a reputation, a good reputation. Also, Pedan is situated in the middle of the most populated hub of the Galaxy Arm, so far he have had not trouble in securing a free ticket to the next planet as a Courier. The Far-Travellers, as a group, consisted of people from many planets, many different species and all sexes. Some are lone travelers as he, others has formed small family groups, mostly in two or threes. People who share their life and death, who are closer to each other than they ever were with their blood-kin; he had seem some unexplainable reactions, a person meet up with other person, sometime from different species, but from the minute they meet, they know they will be together for the rest of their lives. And no, not always did it include any sexual attraction; sometime the species are so different that there can never be any sexual relation between them. But, still they are inseparable, it is like their sexual alliances is of temporary duration and only a small part of a whole person and not as important as the bond they feel with their partner, whether that partner is of the same gender, different gender or even different species. It is a bond that goes beyond any rational explanation. Maybe, the Philosophers are right when they say that a Far-Traveler is not something you become, but something you are born with. Well luckily, people do not expect us to explain ourselves, neither so they try to explain us. When they don't understand an action of ours, they say 'Far-Travellers,' and lift their shoulders in a shrug and everybody understands; we are different! And, even on the most sophisticated planet a Far-Traveller stand out from the crowd. Our mode of dress do not follow any fashion trends and is ease to recognize by the sparse, utilitarian and almost uniform-like costume. Male and female Far-Travellers dress alike and wear the same type of almost knee-high boots, well fitted pants, loose hanging shirt or blouse and for colder weather, a cape, hat and gloves. The colors of the cloth or skin differ, but most subdued, more black, even with an underlay of color, very practical colors, but the color often depends on the material used. One valued the material according to the quality it holds and the color is secondary. His clothes was a faded charcoal black, it was the natural color of the material. He had the set he wore and the spare, they were given to him on one of those backward planets, for serves rendered -medical help -his knowledge put to good use. The material his clothes were made of was natural and one's skin can breathe through the fibers, even at that it is wind and water repellent, warm in cold weather and cool in hot weather; it seems to adjust to any temperature. The material is easy to clean, wash and hang to dry and appeared to be resistant to grime and dirt. The material still surprises him, he is still not sure that he has found out everything that is to know about it. They told him that the cloth is almost indestructible. A fact, he then did not believe, but now know it was true. From the beginning the clothes never look new as some material do, but it never got to look old. It has the same dull shine and with a very, very short nap and to wear, it is soft and comfortable as a second skin. He had been wearing the same two sets for many years now and they looked the same as when he got them, they would probable last to the day he died, even if he died of old age. However, no matter how hard he tried to find out, from the Dhurasians, the origin of the cloth, they would not tell what the material was made of, other than it was natural. It was the planet only claim to fame and apparently it took a long time to gather, to spin and to weave the treads into cloth. Therefore, it was very rare and very expensive. They deem his services worth two sets of clothes, including a Cape, Hat and Gloves, for that payment he was still grateful.
His boots was made of equally strong material, but how he got them is another story. It was time to leave and his reminiscence to stop. He rose from the seat, walked out the departure-lounge to the doorway of the launch path. The attendant checked his ticket and papers, handed them to him accompanied by a monotone; "Departure in 35 minutes, strap down time 20 minutes, Bar closing in 10 minutes -one drink per persona -anti-gravity pills available at Bar or with Cabin-steward at strap down. Bar will not be open until level flight is attained. Have a good flight Mr. Toll."

As he walked toward the Spaceship he thought, "funny, how in all the Port he had been trough the Departure-Lounge-Attendants all looked and sounded the same." He briefly toyed with the though that they cloned them somewhere, and he thoughts went on to his next destination -a new planet and new experiences.