Keira Priest
The Iron
Corellia
Habitable zone
Home. That was a word Keira hadn't associated with anyone or anything for a very, very long time. I'm going home. Maybe not exactly, but she was returning to Corellia, and that was enough. Much had changed in her fourteen years of absence, the most prominent aspect being that the her homeworld had been torn in two, both halves supposedly inhabitable. It was an event that had struck a somber chord in the heart of every Corellian the day it transpired, with those attuned to the ethereal such as herself able to feel the death of nigh each and every individual that was killed in the tragedy. It was something she didn't want to experience again, even in memory.
But now she was walking those streets that weren't quite the same as she remembered, a persistent sense of unreality clinging to the entire scenario. What remained of Coronet City was currently being rebuilt, and it was that makeshift construction site she found herself meandering through, trying to rediscover some sense of familiarity. The last time she had been here was years ago, and even that return had been temporary, ending after her clash at an underground fight club. At that point she had taken it all for granted, and she wasn't much better about that with other aspects of her life, but when it came to home she had reconsidered the value of each and every facet.
What am I doing here? The easiest answer was boredom. The truth would be a want for some kind of belonging, even if it was in something as simple as the planet one hailed from. However, it wasn't sufficing as well as she had expected. A hollow sensation still resided in her chest, and no matter how many times she closed her eyes and willed herself back into the past she didn't quite manage to escape the intricacies of the present. I don't belong. No matter how much she wanted to, that would never be so. It was difficult for her to fathom ever finding a niche here after all that had happened. Her fingers twitched involuntarily. Not anymore.
Booted feet scuffed at the ground in front of her, fingers brushing across the saber hilt carried openly at her hip. At least here she didn't have to hide all that she was. Being one of the last of her family put things into perspective, and the sheer reality of what had happened made her grateful that she had chosen to take this pilgrimage. A twinge registered at the back of her mind, ethereal hackles raising. Turning in the street she scanned the surrounding area, knowing instinctively the individual that had triggered her senses wasn't within her line of sight. Absentmindedly her fingers drummed on her leg, something of a restless habit. Jedi.
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