It was safe to say that Nar Shaddaa had changed since the last time she'd been there.
Between the hordes and the Crymorah, Nar Shaddaa was being ripped apart. The streets and walkways were meaner, colder, more drawn in and empty. Smeared with dark stains from past incidents, or the remnants of a long-rotting, half-devoured corpse. A familiar smell that she remembered from a couple of years before, when she'd been knee-deep in the dead in the sewer systems.
She was heading close to there, consumed by her mission. That fateful day, when Izel ended the Sith that sparked the outbreak, she knew there was a lab deeper beneath the surface. The tunnels and sewers they'd been in had collapsed before they could investigate further. Nara had always intended to go back and dig it out, find whatever they'd been hiding down there. Life just gets in the way though. There were corvettes to repair. Fights to have. Children to save.
She could do this now, though. Even as the moon slowly burned, even as the hordes grew and grew. The last outbreak came from that lab and there was every chance that there was something in there that'd help a cure. At the very least, she needed to ensure that any left-over sources of the modified virus were gone. A pandemic controlled by a criminal syndicate or the Sith would be extremely bad news for everyone. Maybe she just needed to tie off this loose end from her Jedi days, assert one last bit of control on her homeworld before it was strangled to death.
Not too far from where her clinic had been, Nara caught sight of a way down. In the outbreak, a building had started to collapse. The super-structure had half-collapsed, leaving the interior all exposed and destroyed. The structure had started to pierce the lower levels too, leaving a wide open entrance to the approximate location of the lab. Judging by the staccato smears on the cracked walls and well-gnawed bones around, there'd been a few hordes through there. Carefully, Nara started to descend down the cracks and splits in the building. She gingerly lowered herself, keeping a constant eye out for hiding creatures or the tell-tale signs of a horde. The soft-blue glow of her saber hummed around her, lighting up the ruined remains as she held it above herself.
There's going to be nothing down there Nara. Nothing at all. No zombies. No hordes. No creatures from your nightmares... just a dead, old lab that's probably looted.
Between the hordes and the Crymorah, Nar Shaddaa was being ripped apart. The streets and walkways were meaner, colder, more drawn in and empty. Smeared with dark stains from past incidents, or the remnants of a long-rotting, half-devoured corpse. A familiar smell that she remembered from a couple of years before, when she'd been knee-deep in the dead in the sewer systems.
She was heading close to there, consumed by her mission. That fateful day, when Izel ended the Sith that sparked the outbreak, she knew there was a lab deeper beneath the surface. The tunnels and sewers they'd been in had collapsed before they could investigate further. Nara had always intended to go back and dig it out, find whatever they'd been hiding down there. Life just gets in the way though. There were corvettes to repair. Fights to have. Children to save.
She could do this now, though. Even as the moon slowly burned, even as the hordes grew and grew. The last outbreak came from that lab and there was every chance that there was something in there that'd help a cure. At the very least, she needed to ensure that any left-over sources of the modified virus were gone. A pandemic controlled by a criminal syndicate or the Sith would be extremely bad news for everyone. Maybe she just needed to tie off this loose end from her Jedi days, assert one last bit of control on her homeworld before it was strangled to death.
Not too far from where her clinic had been, Nara caught sight of a way down. In the outbreak, a building had started to collapse. The super-structure had half-collapsed, leaving the interior all exposed and destroyed. The structure had started to pierce the lower levels too, leaving a wide open entrance to the approximate location of the lab. Judging by the staccato smears on the cracked walls and well-gnawed bones around, there'd been a few hordes through there. Carefully, Nara started to descend down the cracks and splits in the building. She gingerly lowered herself, keeping a constant eye out for hiding creatures or the tell-tale signs of a horde. The soft-blue glow of her saber hummed around her, lighting up the ruined remains as she held it above herself.
There's going to be nothing down there Nara. Nothing at all. No zombies. No hordes. No creatures from your nightmares... just a dead, old lab that's probably looted.
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