Soos Ramona
In the wrong job for the right reasons.

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 Flesh and bone had been replaced by metal and cybernetics, an ample replacement for the sheer destruction that had been placed upon her mortal coil all those years ago.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.
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