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A protocol droid was escorting a young, dark toned woman out of a main lobby. The droid was thanking her for her time and interest with it's master and even gave an out of place nice comment about her outfit. Senya wore a navy blue jumpsuit, with silver accessories on her arms, waist and shoes. With smaller and more comfortable heels, Senya stood about 5'10 and 5'9 barefoot. Her hair she decided to be a little more herself today and kept it in a frizzy afro. "Hmmm..." Senya said after the droid left her and the automated door closed behind her. That was her 70th..or 71st interview here on Naboo. She wasn't directly turned down for this one yet, but the young woman could tell after a while that her interviewers were just being polite when they said they would get back to her. When or if they got back it was usually a generic, automated holo-recording or net message that they've gone with another candidate, but they 'thanked her for her interest'...
"Just say yes or no...instead of all this prolonging." She murmured to herself, she left her home world a month ago and was starting to get disgruntled with her luck in employment. She was wondering what else could she do to improve her chances of getting hired, but frankly it came down to lack of experience. Her upbringing didn't offer too much in doing everyday jobs. Her planet was ruled by an obsessed, religious ruler who ultimately abandon her people leaving anarchy on Bastion for some time. Education on Bastion was very narrow sighted, depending on your family and status your life was almost per-determined for you. If you came from a family of doctors, you would most likely become a doctor. If you were the daughter of an Imperial Knight you almost had a guarantee of becoming one too.
Senya's father was worried about her following his footsteps, not that being a glorified body guard was dangerous work in what was required of you...but the lifestyle of it was surprisingly stressful. You were constantly under surveillance by your own peers, more so than the Emperor it would seem. The Fel Emperor was obsessed in monitoring his own people for any trace of the dark side. The slightest sign whether proven or not was dealt with swift punishment. Time passed after the Emperor vanished and the planet was still figuring out a system to work under, but for now it was governed by the people. Which Senya felt were just the wealthiest families on Bastion. Her father collected his pension and retired, but was unwilling to leave his homeworld. Senya wanted to do more than just sit at home. She had been enrolled at a university on Bastion, primarily focusing on her athletic skills. Her father's rank had once given her the chance to be outside the norm of Bastion citizens and choose her own path. But reality hit Senya as she neared graduation, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She was never picked up by any scouts and her degree in art was not providing many options. While Bastion was trying to figure it's self out, Senya felt she needed to do the same.
So here she was on an alien, but beautiful world. She walked through an open outside hallway and made her way to the balconies. This complex was connected to the space port as it's main headquarters for personnel. Though it lead to the center of the outside balcony which served as a mini park for employees and the public to enjoy. As she walked over to the sculpted railings of the balcony she eyed a young man who looked to be at peace with himself. He didnt look like a local though, he wasn't overly adorned in fabrics, jewelry or makeup. A bit rugged, but handsome-ish.
She looked at him and smiled, secretly envying whatever good day he was having. Resting her elbows on the ledge, she looked out onto the waterfalls pouring beneath them. Wondering if she should stay in Theed, move on to other parts of the planet or start completely fresh and go to another world. "Ugh..." She frowned, she invested too much time and research in Naboo to just go off and pick a new world. She needed something to take her mind off her worries. She subtlety checked the young man out through the corner of her eye again. He seemed good looking-enough, around her age, but no adding a random romantic entanglement would not solve her grief right now.
