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The exile was fresh in her mind. Kenzie had a dangerous brew of emotions catastrophically raging in her heart; pain, sadness, fear, uncertainty, and doubt. It had been a few days since her and her new family of Xadokk's entered the tall, bleach white walls of Portu'Iri, one of Serr's infamous port cities. The city itself was massive, and uniform with its towers, docking bays, busy streets crowded with people; some human and some the likes of which she had never seen, and starships descending and ascending from the sky. The city had a black and white color palette, and the walls that protected the city were so high, it shortened the day time by nearly an hour and a half to two hours.
Today, however, Kenzie ventured into the city by herself. She kept her emotions safely concealed in her heart where she could control them, and betrayed nothing with her facial expression. Kiri, Rhoka, Glem, and Sithis were all back at the inn they managed to secure with the little bit of money that her father, the high judge of Serr, had left them, but they needed work. They needed to get off of that world. Kenzie had so many questions that needed answering; who were the Jedi? Did they also believe in Uravin? Her lightsaber was red; was that a bad sign? Regardless, she was going to keep her lightsaber. It was a gift from someone she may never see again, and it was all that she could take away from Serr aside from the dignity of knowing she did the right thing.
She sighed and appreciated the fresh smell of morning. It was the first of spring on Serr, and the temperatures were rising to a comfortable warmth today. She casually began her stroll through the crowds, observing everything. She noticed the four-armed, scaly creature talking to the man with an enlarged head. She saw the green-skinned humanoid with long tentacles coming from his head flirting with a human girl that had green eyes. It was all foreign to her, but didn't cause fear. No; it sparked fascination. She walked up to one of the kiosks set up in the street market with foreign fruits, and looked up at the small winged creature flying behind it, raising an eyebrow.
"You new here, kid?" He asked.
"I assumed it was obvious," Kenzie responded coldly.
"Hey, no need to be mad. I just never seen you before," he defended. "Name's krudge. You?"
"Kenzie Xadokk."
"The high jurress? Forgive-
"Stop. I'm exiled. I'm just Kenzie now. My father will soon have a new child, I'm sure, and they'll inherit the court. I'm just a girl trying to learn about the universe," Kenzie interrupted.
"Regardless, kid, your title still holds weight. You may never be judge, but you'll always be jurress. Now, what can I help you with?" Krudge asked.
"What's this?" Kenzie asked, holding up a medium sized red fruit she had never seen.
Today, however, Kenzie ventured into the city by herself. She kept her emotions safely concealed in her heart where she could control them, and betrayed nothing with her facial expression. Kiri, Rhoka, Glem, and Sithis were all back at the inn they managed to secure with the little bit of money that her father, the high judge of Serr, had left them, but they needed work. They needed to get off of that world. Kenzie had so many questions that needed answering; who were the Jedi? Did they also believe in Uravin? Her lightsaber was red; was that a bad sign? Regardless, she was going to keep her lightsaber. It was a gift from someone she may never see again, and it was all that she could take away from Serr aside from the dignity of knowing she did the right thing.
She sighed and appreciated the fresh smell of morning. It was the first of spring on Serr, and the temperatures were rising to a comfortable warmth today. She casually began her stroll through the crowds, observing everything. She noticed the four-armed, scaly creature talking to the man with an enlarged head. She saw the green-skinned humanoid with long tentacles coming from his head flirting with a human girl that had green eyes. It was all foreign to her, but didn't cause fear. No; it sparked fascination. She walked up to one of the kiosks set up in the street market with foreign fruits, and looked up at the small winged creature flying behind it, raising an eyebrow.
"You new here, kid?" He asked.
"I assumed it was obvious," Kenzie responded coldly.
"Hey, no need to be mad. I just never seen you before," he defended. "Name's krudge. You?"
"Kenzie Xadokk."
"The high jurress? Forgive-
"Stop. I'm exiled. I'm just Kenzie now. My father will soon have a new child, I'm sure, and they'll inherit the court. I'm just a girl trying to learn about the universe," Kenzie interrupted.
"Regardless, kid, your title still holds weight. You may never be judge, but you'll always be jurress. Now, what can I help you with?" Krudge asked.
"What's this?" Kenzie asked, holding up a medium sized red fruit she had never seen.