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[Kiandra Kinases]

Courascant Undercity.

Things hadn't changed much in the Undercity since One Sith had taken over. The scum here didn't really care who was in power, for they had their own power structure. You didn't mess with certain individuals and you'd be fine. One of these particular individuals was the blissfully ignorant and privileged Kiandra Kinases.

Kiandra was the wealthy heiress of her dead father's highly profitable and highly illegal business. Frankly put, Daddy Kinases was a Mobster and after he parted this plane of existence Kiandra had always been looked after by her father's old business associates. One such associate was Gor, the 658 lbs Yuzzem who happened to follow Kiandra into the undercity with a large cart of food.

Because Kiandra was so privileged she tried to make other's lives just a little bit better. Handing out food and smiling was just a small thing she could do to brighten the day of those less fortunate.

 

[Valrein Gudrun]

The home of the cruel-faced man was no place for any child of Nenet, let along one of the driving Hooves clan. Too many Madeforms with no spirits. Too many walls. Too much hatred and greed. The Mother couldn't be heard anywhere, nor any of the other spirits. So she'd left. It had not been easy, he seemed to think she was his belonging, as if she was a herd beast to be owned. But she had prayed to the spirits to hide her from the watchful eyes of the Madeforms and one of them must have taken pity on her, for they had, and on quiet feet she'd crept out. Even once out of the massive building he lived in, large enough to house her entire tribe, she did not find the Mother. Instead the ground was covered in strange flat rock and the square stone buildings rose everywhere. It had been all unnatural angles. Even the night sky had been no help, there were too many lights to see the hearthfires of the spirits and use them as guides.

Eventually however, ducking away from anyone and anything that moved, many of whom seemed entirely oblivious to the world around them, she found her way out, to where there was real earth beneath her feet and trees on the horizon. there she met the Cheshire Kat's children, who had originally intended to kill her, but seemed puzzled by her lack of fear. This was largely because she'd never seen a group of people strung out of their minds on drugs and was more baffled than anything else. Somehow they'd decided they ought to take her in and make her one of them. At the very least fewer people died of overdoses or their own stupidity when the petite woman was around.

And then the Kat himself had decided to go to Coruscant and bring his children with him. Gods only knew why. Valrein certainly didn't. She thought the entire group of them were Spirit addled quite frankly. But somehow this meant she wound up in another of the flying boxes and on another world.

Though again, she did not know it, the Kat found himself in the clutches of the CRC and his Children mostly drifted away, blown like the debris they largely were into the corners of the Undercity.

All of which meant Valrein, who was still baffled by technology, credits, and the society and people around her, was now alone in the underworld of Sith controlled Coruscant. It had been a dangerous place before, it was only more so now. Not that she knew what a Sith was. Swift feet and the concealment of the Spirits kept her safe so far, occasionally people would offer her food or useless made things in return for services. She'd helped at what she could only assume was the home of this massive clans's best chef, for many people came there to eat and drink.

Now however, she was back on the hard alien streets, her once pristine furs looking rather the worse for the wear and wishing for a stream. For plants. For animals to hunt. In short, wishing for the basics of survival as she knew them.

Perhaps the Spirits heard and took pity upon her, for in this land of hard edges and harder people, there was a smiling girl handing out food on the street. So perhaps someone in this clan did understand the idea of looking after their own after all. Still, things were very rarely what they appeared in this new world, and Valrein watched quietly for a few moments to make sure this was not some new trap.

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[Kiandra Kinases]

"Gigrig!" Kiandra said with a smile as the burned out Duros approached her. She threw her arms around the mentally unstable Duros in embrace much to the chagrin of Gor. Gigrig was as dangerous as a lit match in an oilfield and Gor was well aware. Gor hated Izzed Gigrig as he was a villain with seemingly no moral code. Kiandra on the other hand managed to see some good in him.

"Hey, toots." Gigrig said and Kiandra laughed it off.

"Hungry?" She said offering him a meal packet very jovially.

He grabbed it up fast and complained a little, "How come you only brighten this place up once a week?"

Kiandra shrugged. "I have other commitments, love."

Gor barred his teeth and growled informing Gigrig it was time to keep moving.

Kiandra patted Gor's arm.

"Behave." She scolded.

"Not with scum like him around." Gor said breaking his silence. Kiandra's brow furrowed.

"No, no.... it's ok I get it." The Duros said, "Furball is right. I'm a bad, bad man." He said with a grin and a tip of his imaginary hat and left.

 

[Valrein Gudrun]

The girl was not very intimidating to look at. And she'd hugged the one who looked like the Spirit of Wrath but was not. The being beside her was intimidating, and while a little while ago Valrein would have assumed it was a new beast of some kind, recent experiences had taught her that it could be and likely was as intelligent as any of the people who walked these streets. After a brief moments pause to reflect on most of the people she'd met recently she re-evaluated that and allowed that it was quite possible and likely that he was in fact more intelligent than many of the people she'd met recently.

Besides, in this world of metals and glass, of made things and fake things and so very little life, it was good to see something that resonated with her as natural. A fur bearing creature. Even if it was so very different from all the ones she'd ever known.

So she trusted in the Spirits, they had kept her alive this long, they would surely continue to do so a little longer. This decided, her usual zen was restored and she approached the pair. In her own clan she would know how to address them, but here she did not. She fumbled for what would be least likely to give offence.

"You are providing for those who have not?"

She queried. Up close she noticed something of interest. The girl was Spirit touched, even here in this land the Spirits had surely turned their faces away from.

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[Kiandra Kinases]

Kiandra smiled brightly, "Uh-huh." She said affirmatively in response to the woman's question. The woman looked like she fit in with the rest of the undercity patrons. She dressed in primitive clothing easily resembling the rags and whatever the people of the Undercity wore. It wasn't a big deal, Kiandra viewed all these people as hers to look out for, just like she had a guardian angel somewhere feeding her bank account, and a guardian angel next to her in the shape of a giant Yuzzem. Her life was good, simply put and helping the people she could made her life even better.

 

[Valrein Gudrun]

"I have no role in this clan, and so I have not."

She explained. Or at least, it explained it in her mind. In her own Clan she'd been a hunter and had maintained her own herd, as well as knowing how to gather. Here she had no role, she did not produce. It was hardly an acceptable state of affairs in the long run, but it was as it was for now.

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[Kiandra Kinases]

Kiandra looked confused for a moment and shook her head, "Clan?" She laughed, "Like those Mandos?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. The people she dealt with talked a little funny sometimes and they certainly were no clan. The only thing that prevented them from tearing into each other every moment of every day was the criminal society that ran the Undercity. They actually did more about keeping order than the actual magistrate only cared about the city above.

"Well I don't know anything about that but you're welcome to some food." She said offering some food.