Selkina Spaceport Six
(20 years after The Maghandi Royal Displacement)
Kedis stepped through the spaceport scanner. She hated the clunky machine, three models too old and making too much noise. Everything in this spaceport needed upgrading and they had the money flowing through here to do it. Careful eyes looked at other beings going through the scanners, handing the Nemtura guards bronze colored discs symbolizing the galactic currency. Pay up enough and you could get anything through this security.
As red lights moved vertically and horizontally across her, she knew what they were checking for. Unauthorized weapons, biological agents, outlawed surveillance equipment, stolen goods and most importantly a genetic’s check. They wanted to make sure they weren’t opening a door wide open to a bunch of Imbued. She held her hands above her head and tolerated the scan, knowing she carried none of those things. And even if she did, a Maghandi got passes in this part of space.
The long-necked, reptilian customs agent waved her through with a twenty-digit hand. It lived as one of the many genetically altered creatures employed by the Nemtura to do their menial work. Kedis felt for the creatures made only to serve. This particular spaceport, being as large, had thousands of them at work. Some skittered up metal pillars chasing away flying pests while others kept to corners and along walls looking for the pests that burrowed. They were the janitors for the Nemtura, created solely to maintain an old spaceport. Kedis wondered how much it bothered them to know the meaning of the existence and to realize just how small it was. What did it do to a sentient being to actually know the reason they existed?