Two-Bit Con Artist
Coruscant
Underworld, Level 5122
Irajah paused and looked up. Even though she was only five levels down from the surface city, already the natural light of day was waning. She grimaced, hoisting her survival medpack and settling it more comfortably on her shoulders. She really wasn't sure she wanted to know what it was like any farther down, as the level numbers dropped. Of course, she wasn't assigned to go much further, but just the thought of what must lie closer to level 1 in the places that never knew sunlight were almost enough to make her shudder.
Almost.
Coruscant had recently been wracked by war. The Galactic Alliance had taken it from the Sith, but the coup had not been bloodless. While the military casualties were all counted, tallied and treated, the denizens of Coruscant itself had suffered. That was what brought Doctor Irajah Ven here now.
She sighed and started walking again. Her own search for answers had gotten her no where yet. Coming to Coruscant in response to a call for aid workers had seemed like a good chance- where better to find information than here? But she realized, once arrived, that she didn't even know where to start. She had spent a few days before receiving her assignment with the Aid Crews, wandering around, but it had been more as a tourist than anything else.
Face it, she thought to herself, Patches was right. I'm a doctor, not a spy or an information broker.
But waiting had never been her style.
Without any clear paths though, it seemed like certain things must wait. So she'd taken this job with the GA, finding civilians who might still be trapped down here, after the surface war had wrecked such havoc. She, and every other volunteer, ought to have a team- especially down here. But there were simply not enough of them, and the task too great.
Irajah stopped again, this time at the edge of a crumbled building. A small fighter craft had plowed through the upper city and five levels of the undercity to finally come to rest here. She didn't know why she stopped- there was no sign of anyone here. All was quiet.
But something gave her pause. Looking around, she cautiously ducked inside, stepping through a hole punched in the wall. Her feet shuffled precariously over the rubble and she stopped, poised and listening as the building groaned around her. Definitely not safe, she decided. I should get out of here and bring back up from the engineering corp if someone is available. And yet.....
"Hello?" She called out, her voice echoing oddly in the gloom. "Is anyone in here?"
@Ma'ku Izi'ka [member="Maku"]
Underworld, Level 5122
Irajah paused and looked up. Even though she was only five levels down from the surface city, already the natural light of day was waning. She grimaced, hoisting her survival medpack and settling it more comfortably on her shoulders. She really wasn't sure she wanted to know what it was like any farther down, as the level numbers dropped. Of course, she wasn't assigned to go much further, but just the thought of what must lie closer to level 1 in the places that never knew sunlight were almost enough to make her shudder.
Almost.
Coruscant had recently been wracked by war. The Galactic Alliance had taken it from the Sith, but the coup had not been bloodless. While the military casualties were all counted, tallied and treated, the denizens of Coruscant itself had suffered. That was what brought Doctor Irajah Ven here now.
She sighed and started walking again. Her own search for answers had gotten her no where yet. Coming to Coruscant in response to a call for aid workers had seemed like a good chance- where better to find information than here? But she realized, once arrived, that she didn't even know where to start. She had spent a few days before receiving her assignment with the Aid Crews, wandering around, but it had been more as a tourist than anything else.
Face it, she thought to herself, Patches was right. I'm a doctor, not a spy or an information broker.
But waiting had never been her style.
Without any clear paths though, it seemed like certain things must wait. So she'd taken this job with the GA, finding civilians who might still be trapped down here, after the surface war had wrecked such havoc. She, and every other volunteer, ought to have a team- especially down here. But there were simply not enough of them, and the task too great.
Irajah stopped again, this time at the edge of a crumbled building. A small fighter craft had plowed through the upper city and five levels of the undercity to finally come to rest here. She didn't know why she stopped- there was no sign of anyone here. All was quiet.
But something gave her pause. Looking around, she cautiously ducked inside, stepping through a hole punched in the wall. Her feet shuffled precariously over the rubble and she stopped, poised and listening as the building groaned around her. Definitely not safe, she decided. I should get out of here and bring back up from the engineering corp if someone is available. And yet.....
"Hello?" She called out, her voice echoing oddly in the gloom. "Is anyone in here?"
@Ma'ku Izi'ka [member="Maku"]
