"No. Well..." Sonja tipped her head in thought. She had seen a lot of hard-to-explain things over three invasions from Black Hole: pipes that come from nowhere, blue-skinned clones, storms of dark energy summoned by tall stoic white haired men...
"Magic is just science that hasn't been explained yet," Sonja said with a confident nod.
Their journey had taken them into the main thoroughfare of the Wood Sector, where the farmer's market was in full swing. Numerous Kedan buzzed from kiosk to kiosk, trading and buying, buying and trading. A Kedan with a two-wheeled cart overflowing with husks of corn rushed past the pair, obligating them to step to the side to avoid collision. Sonja, in her haste to move, backed up into a stall and managed to overturn a table full of spongefruit.
"Watch where your going, foreigner!" yelled the portly Kedan that ran the stand.
"I"m sorry!" Sonja said, blushing horribly. She bent down to try to help pick up one of the large, porous red fruits but was alarmed at its alien texture and dropped it.
"I said get outta here!" The Kedan shouted more forcefully, as she re-oriented the table. Produce was scattered everywhere. "Foreigners always causing problems," she mumbled.
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"Magic is just science that hasn't been explained yet," Sonja said with a confident nod.
Their journey had taken them into the main thoroughfare of the Wood Sector, where the farmer's market was in full swing. Numerous Kedan buzzed from kiosk to kiosk, trading and buying, buying and trading. A Kedan with a two-wheeled cart overflowing with husks of corn rushed past the pair, obligating them to step to the side to avoid collision. Sonja, in her haste to move, backed up into a stall and managed to overturn a table full of spongefruit.
"Watch where your going, foreigner!" yelled the portly Kedan that ran the stand.
"I"m sorry!" Sonja said, blushing horribly. She bent down to try to help pick up one of the large, porous red fruits but was alarmed at its alien texture and dropped it.
"I said get outta here!" The Kedan shouted more forcefully, as she re-oriented the table. Produce was scattered everywhere. "Foreigners always causing problems," she mumbled.