Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
BAR'LETH
Standing on an atmospheric platform, Persephone was wondering how she got here. No, not the passing through the Blackwall. That was easy enough to show for academic purposes then skirt along backdoors to get here. Bar'leth had once been a respite of knowledge, yet now the museum was a shadow of its former self and it seemed academics had been narrowed to the Sith world view. Gone the independent university teachings.
She had come to visit a few ancient purgill worship sites with an over-eager biologist and purgill expert. Even that seemed a difficult task, some of the sites had been caught in orbital bombardment. Sith were stupid like that. Early reports her family had obtained out of Thyferra showed they had even bombed critical bacta infrastructure. Went to show the thought process was not all there.
So she had given up for the moment and joined the biologist on the atmospheric platform to spot purgills. Binoculars were in one hand as she squinted up into the sky.
"What's our purpose here? Pod count? Have one of these creatures been tagged?"
Biology was not her wheelhouse.