Two Knights and a Padawan stood outside of a large, open 'warehouse' type space hundreds of levels below the surface. Look up, one found metal, look down, one found metal, look around and what did you find? Metal. Hera hated it. But the people who would soon inhabit the space simply had no where else to go, so it was up to the Jedi to find pockets of homeless refugees and redirect them here. In addition, they had to find vendors willing to feed them on 'IOUs' until the Senator approved funding for their operation.
Turning to Sheffield, Hera would offer him a weak smile. Surely he could feel it just as she could, the pain and suffering echoing through this world. While it was not nearly as overwhelming as Nar Shaddaa had been, it was upsetting nonetheless. Gesturing towards the elevator behind them, the only practical way in and out of this area, Hera would speak. "I don't think we'll have trouble finding pockets of refugees and those who are hurting. My only worry is getting them fed, warm clothes, and properly sleeping materials. We are predicting a favorable reaction from the senator, but we're operating on IOUs at the moment. What do you think we should focus on first?"
The elevator doors slid open and Hera, stepping back, would allow Sheffield and Lani to step on first.
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