Inanna Harth
Jedi Knight
It was approaching midday on Lao-mon. The Vonnuvi's base of operations, located in the jungle near the ruined capital city of Goshen, was by now a well-established fort. For the past few weeks they had worked to restore civilization on the Shi’ido homeworld, providing a steady supply of food and other resources to the returning refugees and rebuilding communities that had been destroyed by the Maw.
It was slow and often difficult work; every area of land had to be carefully tested for toxins before it could be settled again, and the process of reintroducing the native wildlife was fraught with its own dangers due to the high volume of predatory species. For Inanna and all those who had waited years for this moment, the work was inherently satisfying. She hoped the others felt the same, knowing they were healing an entire planet.
But despite how fulfilling the experience was, it was also all-consuming. She spent her days planting seeds and saplings, building shelters, gathering samples, tending to animals and overseeing various projects. By the time she finished all her daily duties, she was too exhausted to do anything other than go straight to bed—and when she rose the next morning, there was more work to be done. She missed her children, who were staying with their grandma on the herdship, but she had also hoped this would be a nice little break for her and Cato. Yet even though the two of them shared quarters at the base, one always seemed to be asleep by the time the other got home. Hardly conducive to spending time together.
Then, reports of a possible security breach in the hangar reached her. Two people were reported missing. Cato was supposed to be working there today, and he wasn’t answering her calls. The feelings of isolation and loneliness that she had been pushing down were suddenly replaced by overwhelming worry for his safety. Though she was scheduled to lead an expedition into the wilderness, she canceled on short notice, pretending she had been assigned to the investigation.
She raced to the hangar bay, arriving to find it swarming with both Shi’ido and Vonnuvi personnel. It seemed she wasn’t the only curious onlooker. Picking her way through the crowd, she reached the edge of the throng and was immediately hit by a strong odor of decay. A small section of one of the landing pads had already been blocked off, the duracrete glistening with a strange jelly-like substance. It was streaked with red—and smelled unmistakably of blood.
It was slow and often difficult work; every area of land had to be carefully tested for toxins before it could be settled again, and the process of reintroducing the native wildlife was fraught with its own dangers due to the high volume of predatory species. For Inanna and all those who had waited years for this moment, the work was inherently satisfying. She hoped the others felt the same, knowing they were healing an entire planet.
But despite how fulfilling the experience was, it was also all-consuming. She spent her days planting seeds and saplings, building shelters, gathering samples, tending to animals and overseeing various projects. By the time she finished all her daily duties, she was too exhausted to do anything other than go straight to bed—and when she rose the next morning, there was more work to be done. She missed her children, who were staying with their grandma on the herdship, but she had also hoped this would be a nice little break for her and Cato. Yet even though the two of them shared quarters at the base, one always seemed to be asleep by the time the other got home. Hardly conducive to spending time together.
Then, reports of a possible security breach in the hangar reached her. Two people were reported missing. Cato was supposed to be working there today, and he wasn’t answering her calls. The feelings of isolation and loneliness that she had been pushing down were suddenly replaced by overwhelming worry for his safety. Though she was scheduled to lead an expedition into the wilderness, she canceled on short notice, pretending she had been assigned to the investigation.
She raced to the hangar bay, arriving to find it swarming with both Shi’ido and Vonnuvi personnel. It seemed she wasn’t the only curious onlooker. Picking her way through the crowd, she reached the edge of the throng and was immediately hit by a strong odor of decay. A small section of one of the landing pads had already been blocked off, the duracrete glistening with a strange jelly-like substance. It was streaked with red—and smelled unmistakably of blood.