Jaster Awaud
Elder of Clan Awaud
Shakk had been on Csilla for a little over a month now. She was contacted by an old friend back when she was at the Healers Guild. Her friend said that there were a lot of people getting injured due to civil unrest within the planet. Shakk wasn't much for politics, but if there were people who needed help, she'd be there to give it. All was well for the first few days, she'd set up shop with a local clinic that was near the city center. This was were most of the protest and fights broke out. Most were between the local Chiss, those loyal to the Sith, and the others who wanted to break away. She spent most days using her force power to heal the wounds, other days she was in the ward, making rounds and checking in patients. The local Sith were too busy with the unrest to notice a lowly Force User in a crowded city. What did get their attention was a local clinic offering medical aid to rebels who threatened to leave the empire. They kept an eyes on the clinic.
That was probably when they took notice to Shakk. She wasn't very well trained, only able to use her powers for healing, she didn't know how to sense other Force Users. She was oblivious to the fact she was being watched.
"Doctor Noma, I just finished the last rounds, I'm gana head out now, have a good one." Shakk waved to the doctor staff behind the reception desk. They said their goodbyes and she was off to her living quarters her friend let her borrow. As she walked though the city streets she was followed by a man in a cloak, she was totaly oblivious to this.