Sora sighed. She shook her head as she watched Inga slink into the shadows. "I don't think I'll ever fully understand why you enjoy bounty hunting so much."

She turned her back toward the darkness and passed through the door of Inga's ship. The shade looked around her surroundings, her charge's home, and put her paws on her hips. She concluded that she would never live here - dead or alive. She huffed as she carefully picked her way through the trash that littered the floor. She then stopped and looked at the packed bedroom - her gear and discarded clothes were not only on the floor but on her bed and other places that she wouldn't have thought to put things or let them overflow to. She continued down the hallway and toward the cells.

"Well, one place is bare." She rolled her eyes and spun on her heel. "Well... mostly bare." She took in the handcuffs, manacles, and other prisoner items that she didn't have a clue as to what they were or used for hanging on the wall and scattered along a table. The guardian then headed back up toward the cockpit. She sighed as she plopped down into one of the chairs and looked around her at the different buttons and controls. She remembered navigating her own cruiser and that was enough for her to handle. She was completely lost in this ship. "This goes to show each senshi is different from each other." She took one last look over the silent senshi's ship and started to fade away. Her words soon echoed in the now empty ship. "'Bout time I paid a visit."

She reappeared in the middle of a crowded street. Familiar sounds reached her long ears as her blue eyes lazily wandered around. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, relaxing. Sora held her paws out and away from her body as she lifted her face to the afternoon light. She felt the auras of beings pass through her as they headed to their next destination. She soon found herself walking among the living Bothans through the concrete streets with no particular direction in mind.

"Home at last," she happily sighed. Her place was among her people.

She would never grow tired of being among her people, even if they never knew she was there. She never tired of helping those in need, such as guiding a lost child to the open arms of their parents with no real thanks. It would be torture for her not to be able to come to her world, Bothawui, and be among the furred beings. This also let her relax when things got to be too rough - even in the middle of a crowded street. A smile touched her lips as she saw the young ones point out items they wanted while their parents smiled or shook their heads. As her eyes swept in front of her, her attention focused on a crowd that was forming not too far in front of her. She quickened her pace to see what was going on.

She couldn't see past the big furry men in front of her so she passed through them and into the center. She gasped at what she saw. A female in torn clothing was kneeling and holding a small child; fruit littered the ground around her. A few loud voices accused her of stealing, others mocked and jeered. Sora's face was grim and her paw clenched tightly into a fist. The female held the child close to her and was shaking her head, yelling that she had paid for the food. The accusations grew louder and more forceful. Sora knew she had to do something; she wasn't the senshi of youth and heart for nothing, even if it was a former title. She made her way behind the kneeling figure and rested her paws on the shaking shoulders.

After gathering the split fruit, the mother slowly stood up and gathered herself as Sora left her side and cleared an open path in the crowd for the female and child to escape. People felt Sora's cold touch and moved; questioning looks were passed amongst themselves as the mother and child were able to escape. Sora then left the confused crowd and joined with the two. The shade smiled as she rested her paw on the child's head and gently ruffled his hair. The mother smiled as well and praised and thanked whoever or whatever helped her.

The former senshi left the two beings and strolled over to a nearby fountain. She happily sighed as she sat down on the wide base and spun herself around so that her feet rested in the water. Furred feet kicked the water out of the fountain. She giggled as she saw the looks of those who had witnessed the water splash up and hurried on. Sora, again, watched the crowded streets around her. The sun was now slowly setting; most Bothans were coming home from a hard day at work. She looked across the square she was at, toward the Social Hall, and saw the different workers descend down the stone stairs.

Her gaze shifted toward a Bothan who pushed a small cart. The setting sun's rays played with whatever was placed in the cart, attracting the attention of several females that happened to be around. Murmurs behind the sitting Bothan made her look at the two figures. They were gossiping about some scandal that was apparently happening within the social and political networks.

Sora sighed happily as her attention lazily slid across the square and onto a family that had a krak'jya at their side. She slightly tilted her head, thinking about the vicious predators in the surrounding areas. It seemed that now they were able to domesticate the furred cat-like predators so much that they were trusted even with small children.

She shrugged her shoulders, her thoughts turned to the other creature that had been domesticated. The ral had been taken from the wild as well. Some Bothans went as far as filing down their sharp beaks and took the poison out of their thin, whip-like tails. Sora did have a ral at one time, he was content to sit on her shoulder, bat-like wings cradling around her neck and shoulders. Her little Mizi was missed. The furred girl never thought once about filing down any sharp points or even taking the poison out, she had wanted an untouched ral. And Mizi was the one. She recalled how she had trained it to fight with her for several years until he died of natural causes.

The former senshi suddenly heard the soft tinkling of chimes. She felt the need to go watch the fight, to see how Inga faired or offer any pointers, but she shook her head. This could be one battle that she could miss; she knew already that if she was needed, Inga would only have to call her name.

She closed her blue eyes as the last warm rays touched her face. The cool night air gently played with her black hair. She took a deep breath in and smelled the light fragrance of incense. She knew that scent and decided to follow it, knowing where she was headed. The soft chants filled her ears as she came closer. She looked up at the archway to see the familiar blue and purple designs carved into the stone. Her feet took her inside where two stone statues greeted the patrons before the entered the main room. The senshi smiled as she gazed at the meditating Bothans sitting on large pillows, with little ones curled up beside them. She settled on an empty velvet cushion looking at the details around her, remembering the times she came to the Prayer Hall. Anyone could come and pray or meditate and it depended on what time of the day but they also held gatherings of various beliefs, since not all Bothans looked toward the same god or goddess or moral system. This was the best way for all to meet their needs and not litter their cities with countless churches or meeting halls.

Sora closed her eyes and bowed her head, resting her arms on her crossed legs. She moved her paws to where her fingertips touched. She silently thanked the god and goddess for letting her come back to enjoy her planet, Bothawui, and the many Bothans that shared the planet with her. She hesitated slightly before adding her thanks for awakening the new senshi, even if she didn't quite understand the views of this Bothan.