Aela Talith
The Righteous
Outer Rim - Unnamed Planet
[member="Kiran Arlos"]
There were many worlds in the outer rim that had practically been forgotten.
It didn't matter how developed they were, how advanced or even how economically strong they were, mostly simply didn't recognize their name. Even Aela was guilty of this at times, either because she simply had never heard of them or because they themselves wanted to remain hidden. It was a fact of life in the galaxy today that the ongoing wars were something most Planets would rather avoid.
With all the fighting between Empire's, Alliances, and Consortiums it was no wonder that some...would rather be forgotten.
Of course being forgotten could sometimes be just as bad as being remembered. Whereas war ravaged some worlds, disease and pestilence ravaged others. It was something that most would rather not talk about, but Aela had seen it before. Her lips were thin as she stepped off the ramp from her shuttle, her eyes already fallen on the city below. She could smell the rotten flesh in the air, the diseased waste.
She could see the fear in the huddle masses of the hangar bay, the way they stuck together and held onto one another as they desperately tried to rationalize what had been happening on their world. Slowly Aela shook her head, her eyes wandering towards a small retinue of well dressed men heading towards her.
"Master Jedi, thank you for coming."
Aela remained silent for a moment, then bowed her head. "I am happy to help, Governor."
She was no healer, she had no great knowledge in medicine, but that didn't matter. She was here to offer her assistance, at least as best as she could.
"Please." She begged. "Take me to the nearest aid station."
She needed to see with her own eyes.
[member="Kiran Arlos"]
There were many worlds in the outer rim that had practically been forgotten.
It didn't matter how developed they were, how advanced or even how economically strong they were, mostly simply didn't recognize their name. Even Aela was guilty of this at times, either because she simply had never heard of them or because they themselves wanted to remain hidden. It was a fact of life in the galaxy today that the ongoing wars were something most Planets would rather avoid.
With all the fighting between Empire's, Alliances, and Consortiums it was no wonder that some...would rather be forgotten.
Of course being forgotten could sometimes be just as bad as being remembered. Whereas war ravaged some worlds, disease and pestilence ravaged others. It was something that most would rather not talk about, but Aela had seen it before. Her lips were thin as she stepped off the ramp from her shuttle, her eyes already fallen on the city below. She could smell the rotten flesh in the air, the diseased waste.
She could see the fear in the huddle masses of the hangar bay, the way they stuck together and held onto one another as they desperately tried to rationalize what had been happening on their world. Slowly Aela shook her head, her eyes wandering towards a small retinue of well dressed men heading towards her.
"Master Jedi, thank you for coming."
Aela remained silent for a moment, then bowed her head. "I am happy to help, Governor."
She was no healer, she had no great knowledge in medicine, but that didn't matter. She was here to offer her assistance, at least as best as she could.
"Please." She begged. "Take me to the nearest aid station."
She needed to see with her own eyes.