Kay-Larr
Sphaera Tea Company Owner

Not everyone trusted the idea of others arriving on Kesh to create their own spaces and oversee the newly formed Confederacy of the Outer Rim. It came at a bad time when Kesh was just rebuilding. Perhaps the mistrust was due to a lack of knowledge of everyone in question, but the whole thing didn't sit well with some people. Or perhaps some had suspicions about just about everyone. The thing about trust is that it had to be earned and not given.
Kay's trust in strangers had taken a mighty blow. Normally she saw the good in everyone and tried to draw it out in the open, but not now. Her recent encounters with the Jackals and more specifically with Thraxis has taken her optimism down a peg or two. And like a battered Lady she was more keen in finding extra ways to protect herself, extra avenues to escape, than anything else.
So she had taken it upon herself to pull on her resources and to start to build a bunker. It would be semi-underground with various entrances and exits, numerous storage rooms, armouries, living quarters and reinforced sub-sections to protect against attacks. Each entry point had a locking mechanism that was in itself a puzzle.

Her plan was that people could live in it for years if need be. But this was just the start of it. Kay had found the perfect location in an abandoned port city by the water. Some of the caves and tunnels were already there. They just needed to be expanded, reinforced and in some cases rebuilt. And with other reconstruction projects already in the works, finding workers for it might be a bit tough. Not to mention she had to be discreet about the whole thing.
Kay sent out just a hint of what she was up to to others in the Confederacy to see if there was any other interest. She waited in one of the outside chambers, sitting on the floor, making notes and drawings on the puzzles and bunker as a whole on her datapad. Her satchel rested on the ground beside her and her small blaster which was normally tucked away, instead was in easy reach on her lap, just in case. There was a lot of work to be done.