Ahh, Streen muttered to himself. No the voices no to many no more no more  Streen let out an anguished cry. Ever since the imperial occupation the voices had become worse than ever. He rubbed his scalp as an idea came to him he would leave Cloud City. He could go to Tibannopolis the old Tibanna Gas factory.

When he got there it looked rundown and habited only Rawks and a few smaller animals. "Finally no more voices, I am free from them." He set up his things he brought with him and went to sleep. While in his sleep it came to him and followed him up into consciousness. There was going to be a huge wave of Tibanna Gas rolling in at 5:37 pm 340 degrees Northwest of his small hut he dragged together yesterday afternoon.