Riley tried to put as much distance as possible between her and AMS. She carried that guilt of making the original strain for years now, and it never got easier. As a result, she wandered out into the Outer Rim planets to attempt to help those in need. MorataCorp had begun to rapidly expand across the galaxy following investment from the ISC and countless camps and clinics were set up to aid AMS victims and war torn survivors alike.
Today she was on a planet that had two clans warring one another. It was a tumultuous situation, but it was exactly the kind of scenario she liked. While she was happy that it finally had nothing to do with AMS, there were countless war injuries to deal with. She was working around the clock in the tent, rapidly bandaging and patching up men and women that were injured by crude weapons.
The planet was within the ISC borders but it was too primitive for the military resources to have a presence just yet. However, ISC Rangers and other Rangers had been pinged to assist wherever possible to help curb the fighting.
Riley slipped off another pair of bloody gloves, wiping sweat from her brow as she stepped out of the tent. She took her mask off and exhaled deeply, glancing up at the stars and moon above. She had been working here since the sun began to rise.