Charity Luckless
Jedi Therapist
Voss - Voss-Ka Refugee Camp
The towering Jedi woman tread for the yellowing white fabric of the weathered tents on the outskirts of Voss-Ka, Voss' capital city, her flowing robes briskly yet surprisingly serenely swaying about her long legs with each measured step. Charity Luckless had always carried an orthodox air in spite of her eccentric hair coloring, though it was uncanny just how smoothly each perfect stride conveyed her figure with nary a lurch. In tow, she had her fresh Padawan, [member="Shika Skirata"], who would be shadowing her rounds at the refugee camp's medical compound--and perhaps experience her first trials as a young Jedi.
Descending a sloping trail marked sparsely by orchids, Charity escorted her student past the duracrete foundation of an incomplete structure adjacent to the camp--the future hospital building. From behind the construction peered another slab of duracrete and more tents atop it--however, these were in much better shape than the main camp's, and the fiberplast coverings shimmered in the slight breeze with a sterile white glint. These tents housed the most afflicted of those who sought refuge from their battlescarred worlds afar.
As she stepped from the gravel pathway to the duracrete pad, the Jedi Knight surveyed the layout and then dropped to her knees. She closed her eyes, tapped the forefingers of her right hand to her temple, and then drew them down and across to lay her hand upon her left breast in reverence. Charity remained in this position for several silent moments before rising once more. Her ritual complete, she turned and laid her eyes softly upon her Padawan. "Do you need to stop and meditate before we visit? What we are about to see may not be easy on your soul."