Black Orchid
Slowly the plans were coming together. With a clear direction in mind, The Soup Kitchen began to organise, Asher and Pickles were scouting warehouses and other places in which they could store their equipment and weapons, Dreyton was off in the galaxy with a fist full of credits to buy them and smuggle them back to the lower levels and Audren was helping as best he could in the shadows taking people off planet or bringing them in. But there was one thing missing. They needed expert help in training average people to fight with the weapons and it was not going to be easy down here among the streets and alleyways.
She had a contact on Coruscant that might just be best bet. Tomas Midosea, ex-navy, now mercenary and more importantly, she trusted him. He was like them, a person that wanted to do some good for people who can’t help themselves and he had a strong attitude against any authority that would put their foot down on the throat of freedom and oppress them. It did not matter how the authorities did this, whether with the point of a gun or through a lack of empathy which resulted in poverty, it was all the same result.
In a small café in Rampart Town, Geal sat waiting for Tomas, sipping on a caf. She watched the people walking by, relaxed and well fed and chatting about things important to them. Anything from current politics to the latest fashions, not one of them however, mentioned anything about what lay below their feet. It was always someone else’s problem to deal with, as long as they were alright, they did not care. And none of them would know exactly what was the truth of life down in the lower levels. Although she had to wonder what their lives must have been under the rein of the Sith, and what was around the corner for Coruscant, war would come again that was almost a certainty.
The waiter approached her once more, anxious she was sitting there taking up a table when the lunch rush was about to hit. Geal ordered another caf to ease his mind for now, besides when Tomas arrived, they would have lunch. She had to admit, she looked forward to eating something fresh for a change.
She had a contact on Coruscant that might just be best bet. Tomas Midosea, ex-navy, now mercenary and more importantly, she trusted him. He was like them, a person that wanted to do some good for people who can’t help themselves and he had a strong attitude against any authority that would put their foot down on the throat of freedom and oppress them. It did not matter how the authorities did this, whether with the point of a gun or through a lack of empathy which resulted in poverty, it was all the same result.
In a small café in Rampart Town, Geal sat waiting for Tomas, sipping on a caf. She watched the people walking by, relaxed and well fed and chatting about things important to them. Anything from current politics to the latest fashions, not one of them however, mentioned anything about what lay below their feet. It was always someone else’s problem to deal with, as long as they were alright, they did not care. And none of them would know exactly what was the truth of life down in the lower levels. Although she had to wonder what their lives must have been under the rein of the Sith, and what was around the corner for Coruscant, war would come again that was almost a certainty.
The waiter approached her once more, anxious she was sitting there taking up a table when the lunch rush was about to hit. Geal ordered another caf to ease his mind for now, besides when Tomas arrived, they would have lunch. She had to admit, she looked forward to eating something fresh for a change.
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