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THERE IS A BLISTERING and unyielding cruelness to the galaxy, every twist and turn, every nook and cranny. From a much too young age, Kera had learnt this, in all sorts of ways. She had been revealed to her mother's freedom relief movements as a child, the longlasting weight her mother bore on her shoulders even after her term ended as Queen and how her mother continued to serve the Republic during the duration of the Clone Wars.
Kera didn't really have much of a childhood. Not really. Those eight years with her mother could hardly be considered a childhood ── those years were corrupt by the torment of war. And by the time Kera was sent to Jedha to live with her uncle the damage had been done.
All that remained was a fleeting heart as fragile as glass. All it would take was a moment for Kera to slip, to finally smash, thousands of crystalline pieces, coated and shimmering in aureate sunlight as they shattered across the floor.
It had been made evident that she was nothing, worthless enough to be abandoned for something she couldn't even control. Maybe that was why Bo-Katan and her crew had looked to her with pity under the arrayed coloured hues lavender, and rosy pinks of setting sun.
Kera glanced around the docks, she ached for the company of K-3SO. Her poor droid had probably burned out his circuits in wondering where she was. She'd been gone for hours.
The words burned on the tip of her tongue as she spoke them, looking towards the three Mandalorians of the Night Owl Clan, "Thank you for taking me back here."
Kera was itching to move away, she didn't really know what to say. She was too little when her mother died to have been taught any major pivotal lessons. "It was nice to finally meet you. My mother spoke a lot of your sister, the Duchess Satine. She was a friend of my mother. I hope we could be the same."
Bo-Katan smiled compassionately and ever so slightly bowed her head to Kera's surprise. Kera had taken that gesture as a definite yes and sign of respect. It was then Kera decided that it was truly time to leave, "I am unaware of how long I'll be here on Trask but it was an honour to meet all of you. . . Goodbye."
Kera was quick on her feet, wandering aimlessly as she found her way back across the dock to the Razor Crest dazed in the setting sun. But Kera should have been more careful. She should have been ready for anything but she wasn't.
The figure glazed in black came from behind, launching themselves on Kera and pulling her back into the alleyway. Kera knew how to fight. Of course, she did. Kera had spent years on Takodana as the 'Pirate Princess' mentored relentlessly and trained by people of all sorts of occupations, lifestyles and species that dabbled in all sorts of skills and talents.
