The Clinic, Corellian Sector
It'd taken three days since she'd opened it before the clinic started getting busy... and it hadn't stopped since then. Nar Shaddaa was the place a Jedi clinic would really be useful and that was before the outbreak of a zombie plague. The work never ended but it was fulfilling. Bringing a small dose of light to an otherwise seedy, dark world was the most fulfilling thing she could do.
Supposedly, teaching is fulfilling too. That must be why I get saddled with everyone else's padawan.
This latest padawan was awfully young to be out on the smuggler's moon, which was why she collected him from the spaceport. He seemed pretty nice from her estimations. A bit wide-eyed, from what she'd read in his file. She'd skimmed through it the day before, inbetween supply runs and healing duties. He'd been on Ajan Kloss most of his life and seeing more of the Galaxy would be good for him. Where better to expand your horizons than Nar Shaddaa, noted hive of scum and villainy?
Psh, I grew up here. Kids can handle this place. I just won't leave him alone near the bars.
Nara had collected him from the spaceport nearby and brought him to the clinic. It'd be the starting point, for sure. She wasn't sure exactly what she was meant to be showing him. Some healing work? How desperate people truly were here? Maybe she should take him to bust up some slaver's ring she'd been tracking lately. Get some real experience.
"So yeah, this is where I'm based out of lately," she explained to the padawan as they stood in front of her clinic. There was a very basic, jury-rigged sign hanging over the door, blinking CLINIC in neon-green Aurebesh. Through the murky windows, it looked busy. On one side of it, shady-seeming characters filtered in and out of a gambling den. On the other side? Lots of pink, flashing lights and posters that advertised very specific, personal services to the discerning sentient being.
"Welcome to Nar Shaddaa. You get used to the smell after a bit, trust me."
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