"Seven"
Pick Up the Wounded
Seven's Tower, 0A-155
Tags: Open to potential new friends/allies
NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155
Fear was conditioned into her after all.
That journey had brought her to Aing-Tii. The planet bore the scars of darkness, a Genocide years ago at the hands of the Kainite. Seven was too young to experience such an event herself, and disconnected from those Sith behind the Blackwall. She felt it when she was there, however. There was a lingering wound, like someone had torn their way into some place they were never supposed to be. Even though she had come to Aing-Tii to hunt and destroy things tainted by the darkness, Seven quickly decided that she shouldn't be there. It was too close to the Sith Order. Even though it wasn't in their territory, it was no doubt a place they frequented. Just her luck, however, Seven wouldn't be able to simply hop into her NK-Witell-class Freighter and fly off into the sunset. For her things were always to be complicated. There was an unconscious person, wounded and bleeding in the wilds of Aing-Tii. She didn't know how they had gotten there or what had attacked them, only that they were there. The young woman new the moment she saw them that she was going to be helping them. It was her penance for taking so many lives for
Lord Kalrath
. It didn't matter if she had only done so to survive.... She had still killed. So she scooped up the stranger and carried them onto her ship, patching them up as best she could. She could have returned to Veridia, but a part of the Evereni simply wanted to maintain her distance from those Jedi for now. That wasn't her place. Not truly. So she set course for the nearby Neka. It was a lifeless planet abandoned and left to rot, destroyed by a Sith virus thousands of years ago. On a quiet, uninhabited moon sat a lone abandoned radio tower, what was to be her home whenever she decided she wanted to be alone. She called this moon "Oasis" and refurbished the old tower so she could live in it more comfortably.
It certainly helped that their were no people around to bother her.
Rain had begun again. It rained often on the Moon, something Seven didn't mind. The water was rejuvenating, almost in a way that could help her forget her turmoil while standing out in it. She carried the stranger she had rescued inside, as they were still out cold, and set them up on a sofa in what was supposed to be her living room. It looked more like a greenhouse, however, covered in moss and vines. That wasn't even mentioning the rusted wall panels and exposed building interior.
With a sigh, Seven shuffled over to a bean-bag chair she had stolen and plopped herself down into it, crossing her arms.
Hopefully she wouldn't regret playing the good samaritan.
OOC: Hey! This is a scenario where someone else jumps in and assumes the role of the stranger that Seven pulled off of Aing-Tii. From there the direction can go in whatever way you want, my only preference is someone more leaning towards being good since I want my antisocial Sith deserter to start making friends. Thanks in advance.