Coruscant
Military Hospital
1100 Galactic Standard Hours
The hum of distant speeder engines filled the air and reflected sunlight lit up the utilitarian walls. Nothing quite like Coruscant in the middle of the day with its constant noise, bright light, and cocktail of an atmosphere to give Kiyron a headache. This was one of those days, but it had its plus side. He was finally returning to duty.
Kiyron ran his hand over the luggage, checking the straps to ensure that everything was secure. It was. Conscientiousness was a habit that took more than a significant amount of time on medical leave to lose. Fortunately, he was off of medical leave and had his first assignment on a datapad before him. He studied it. Routine border patrol. Three capital ships. Lots of stops. He gave a quick grin. A vacation cruise, basically. Probably dull, but better than sitting around on Coruscant. He did another quick check of the bag. Still clear. He heft it up to his knee, and then swung it around to his back. Setting his cap on his head, he strode out the door towards a lift, finally free. He had a standard day to burn before time to report in.
What would he do with that time? Visit the range? Walk the area? He grimaced at that idea. Find some comrades and visit a cantina? Run the training course? He grimaced at that one too. The lift door slid open and he stepped in, pushing the button for the lobby, tapping his foot as it began its slow descent downwards. Maybe he'd meet some people here in the lift. Or the crowded lobby. Or the officer's mess. Who knew? He'd just have to find out what lay in store....
Military Hospital
1100 Galactic Standard Hours
The hum of distant speeder engines filled the air and reflected sunlight lit up the utilitarian walls. Nothing quite like Coruscant in the middle of the day with its constant noise, bright light, and cocktail of an atmosphere to give Kiyron a headache. This was one of those days, but it had its plus side. He was finally returning to duty.
Kiyron ran his hand over the luggage, checking the straps to ensure that everything was secure. It was. Conscientiousness was a habit that took more than a significant amount of time on medical leave to lose. Fortunately, he was off of medical leave and had his first assignment on a datapad before him. He studied it. Routine border patrol. Three capital ships. Lots of stops. He gave a quick grin. A vacation cruise, basically. Probably dull, but better than sitting around on Coruscant. He did another quick check of the bag. Still clear. He heft it up to his knee, and then swung it around to his back. Setting his cap on his head, he strode out the door towards a lift, finally free. He had a standard day to burn before time to report in.
What would he do with that time? Visit the range? Walk the area? He grimaced at that idea. Find some comrades and visit a cantina? Run the training course? He grimaced at that one too. The lift door slid open and he stepped in, pushing the button for the lobby, tapping his foot as it began its slow descent downwards. Maybe he'd meet some people here in the lift. Or the crowded lobby. Or the officer's mess. Who knew? He'd just have to find out what lay in store....