Picking up the broken pieces of Coruscant had been a tiresome job. A conflicting one, too—Farah was as much a part of the Sith Empire as she was attached to the planet she called home. Here, she’d managed to carve out her own little slice of life. An apartment, a job, even a lover. At first it was all in her own self-interest but Farah underestimated how attached she’d become to the city-planet. It was all new territory. She'd never really experienced the feeling of caring deeply for something, someone, or even a concept that wasn’t directly about her.
Didn’t mean that in between pulling bodies from the rubble and handling triage units, she wouldn’t take advantage of the chaos. She’d done her research, scoped out a few labs in the area and their characteristics. Where they were, who owned them, what they produced. Who bought from them, what their output was, where they sourced their materials.
She found one, a smaller operation that printed organs. Just what she needed—and she took it in the exact same way she’d taken Cornerstone Scientific. Force and intimidation.
It had been a few days until she managed to check up on it again, having disposed of some of the staff and altered the ones she wanted to keep. She’d sent some of her own over there as well, to replace the ones that had left. Today she’d managed to stop by and see how things were progressing.
Seated in what served as an office, the Zeltron had two holoprojections raised above the desk. One had information about the laboratory’s procedures, the other had details of her own pulled up on tissue compatibility. Her brow creased somewhat in concentration as she dragged data back and forth, pulling up charts and making comparisons.
This, at least, was the boring part.