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Lost then Found

Soos Ramona

In the wrong job for the right reasons.
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Things had been quiet, for the most part... The smoke of war still heavy in the lungs of many, especially for one lone figure in particular.
The Galaxy, whilst in turmoil and devoured by the forces of the Dark, had been silent. The greatest powers that had represented and stood for the Light Side of the Force had all but been overshadowed by the likes of the Sith Empire, First Order and the Confederacy. It was an era of darkness in a time period that this figure was still trying to fathom. She had once been one of flesh, the body that she once knew and connected with had been alienated; for no fault save for events that had been out of her control. Flesh and bone had been replaced by metal and cybernetics, an ample replacement for the sheer destruction that had been placed upon her mortal coil all those years ago. She could remember it clearly, the pain of being victim to the crushing vice that had once been the one that she loved so dearly, the life leaving her body as she drifted into the void yet, now this existence had a new set of pains, all those that she had left behind, friends and those closer...
...Everything brought about by misfortune, one way or another.
Mercenary work came and went, her place within the Crimson Dragoons seemingly falling out of the loop as quickly as it had come about. A decent profit had been made from odd jobs here and there but ultimately, it was nothing more than scraping by. She had at least built up enough to afford a starship of some description and thus, her journey spread outward. Contracts across various worlds, doing tasks like clearing out a nest of rodents or dealing with a group of outlaws that seemed to have bitten off more than they could chew in a destabilized Galaxy and, in truth? It was difficult to try and maintain her beliefs of helping people and opting for the diplomatic and non-lethal approach to situations when those that she was sent after were often the non-forgiving, shoot first ask questions later types yet, to the now cyborg Nelvaanian, she believed this to be nothing more than a test of her resolve; time and time again, she fought against the odds and came out on top. Combat? She could handle just fine, having seen more than her fair share of the horrors of war yet, when it came to afflictions of the mind? That was where she was truly lost.
And Coruscant was certainly going to be a heavy burden indeed.



The aftermath was surely going to remain for years even after the destruction had long since ended. Relief efforts were few and far between, what with the shattered remnants Galactic Alliance and its associates found themselves tied up with the ever-present expansion of the superpowers of the Dark Side. What aid came for Coruscant came in the form of independent groups or remnants of powers that had once been much larger yet, try as they might and put in as much as they could, the scars that were left upon Courscant would be visible for generations to come. Having landed her second-hand fighter in the spaceport and took herself into the bustling centers where relief aid was distributed, the cyborg found herself overwhelmed by the sheer amount that needed doing; food, clean drinking water, medical aid, so many needed their needs fulfilled yet, it was clear that there wasn't enough to go around and shifting through the streets wasn't doing her mind many favors either.

Each corner she turned, her mind was brought back to times long ago, a time where she had first arrived to the planet, the first of many after she had been collected from her home-world. The once prideful capital of the Republic, now nothing more than a crippled ruin of what it had once been. The center of her education and uplifting into Galactic society had been burnt to ash and now, she was to watch the one that had brought her to the position she was now wither and die... Or so many would let themselves fall to, Soos was not one to simply give up in times of distress, far from it. Her wandering her stopped and her attempts soon shifted to offering what aid she could, hauling heavy loads, guiding people to where they needed to get to, administering what help should could to those that needed it. It wasn't much, not nearly enough to make a considerable different but alas there she was, doing her best to help to ease the pain of others...

...One small step at a time.

[member="Lunabelle Belltranova"]
 
S u p e r i o r
L u n a b e l l e_ B e l l t r a n o v a


Core World - Coruscant
Assisting Relief Efforts

It was still a rather grim sight to behold, the one bustling and shining capital of the Galactic Alliance, now a husk of its former self. It was also once the good doctor's home in another lifetime, long ago. Despite it having been months since the Sith Empire's ransacking of the planet, efforts were still underway to repair the damage done, both to the planet itself and its people. Relief workers and machines moved much-needed supplies, distributing it to those in need. Among the figures seen here directing the efforts was a pale and blonde haired human - Once a former doctor turned SpecOps medic, turned into an outcast out of place, now a relief worker; Doctor Belltranova. Though she vowed to never let her emotions get the better of her, that was during a time that has long since passed, and having finally moved on from her previous life long ago during the Clone Wars and the subsequent fall of the Republic at the time, she decided it was now in her new life that she may as well express herself more freely. Having said that, it greatly pained her heart to see her former home now in ruins, and the lack of both her trusty assistants or former comrades made it rather hard. Despite having made some connections here and there as well as started a medical company, she felt alone. Lunabelle would shake her head before bringing her hands up to clap her cheeks lightly a few times, silently thinking to herself, " Enough of that nonsense. You would be the last one to give up hope when all seemed lost. What would your former comrades think? "

The Doctor would let out a sigh as she straightened herself up and recomposed herself. It did bring a small smile to her face to remember those days - They were a much simpler time with good people. All the people in her former unit were a cherished memory, some more than others. She could recount so many of their missions together, and all the good times they've shared despite the odds they faced. It still was hard to let that go after Lunabelle had departed from their lives after her freak hyperspace incident somehow throttled her eight hundred years into the future. She reached down and lifted up a box of supplies before carrying it over to a distribution tent that had been set up before setting it down. She picked up a tablet that displayed the available supplies. So far there had been a stable flow of supplies to manage the populace, though a lot of effort had been redirected to reconstruction efforts of structures that had been destroyed in the battle. Lunabelle raised a hand up to brush her golden hair out of her face, raising both up to gather it up and tie it together in a ponytail. She was exhausted from all the efforts going into relief, but it was a necessary task nonetheless.

[member="Soos Ramona"]
 

Soos Ramona

In the wrong job for the right reasons.
Despite being armored and more metallic than flesh, Soos' heart was very much beating and real-- For someone so attuned to war and having every right to be angry, she maintained the very thing that had kept her alive in her more dire of moments; calm, composure, serenity. Moving through the various spots that required her attention, handling heavy lifting one minute and soothing sympathies another, it was her versatility and rugged temperance that kept her going in times of great distress. She by no means had any obligations to stay upon the planet that had taught her everything, everyone she knew and loved had all but withered and died either in the flames of war or to the sands of time- That was the grim reality of being an anomaly, Soos' lifespan having been picked up and whisked into the future where very little made sense, at least it would have done provided that she hadn't taken the time to learn, adapt and come to terms with that fact that she had not only cheated her own death but found herself outliving everyone that she had cherished... A fact that would leave a heavy heart that gave gentle reminders from time to time, just to make sure that she held that fact very close to her.

Yet rather than let sorrow consume her, Soos soaked up these feelings and turned it into a driving force; determination.

Her assistance stretched far and wide as the time went on, utilizing both her skills in the force, her bodily augmentations and cybernetics and her compassion to assist those that had nearly lost everything get back on their feet; breathing just a little bit of life back into those that seemed so adamant to simply roll over and submit to their fates. Healing came in many forms and fortunately, the cyborg was capable of providing such a service in a broad capacity. Bed to bed, rug to rug the Nelvaanian went, offering her services to anyone who seemed as if they needed them- Assisting medical professionals and other general relief aid workers, her metaphorically healing hands sought to as many as possible as the hours ticked by. Working in such conditions reminded her of one she had always kept fond memories of, a doctor that after the death of her husband, she found comfort in. And her name...?

...Her name had been overheard in the crowds yet, Soos felt as if that couldn't of been right, could it? No, she was alone in her accident, the only survivor of the medical transport that had all since perished during the hyperspace incident, her time had long since passed but yet... She felt something, something that seemed to pull upon strings within her core yet her understanding of these emotions were far from her knowledge- Something that felt familiar yet all the more alien, especially surrounded by those that direly needed the help. A break came from her assistance as the cyborg began to shift through the crowds and the rubble that was slowly being sought to, turning corners and gently parting through the surge of busy people; Soos was by no means tall, after all, compared to most she would have likely been lost in a crowd if she didn't hold such a stature and figure that she did now. Eventually, through the moving waves of people, she spotted a distribution tent and within? Blonde hair, a lab coat and a sense of exhaustion and dedication to her wo- No, it couldn't of been. The cyborg stood and watched for a few moments, trying to weigh up her options as the anxiety of a question that had only arrived recently but had the weight of a starship lingered on her mind. She stepped forward out of the crowd to the entrance of the tent, slipping herself inside as she looked over the figure once more, eventually speaking with voice laced with synthesized tones, thanks to the helmet;

"...You look tired, doctor."

[member="Lunabelle Belltranova"]
 

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