Corellia hummed with familiar thrum of bustling souls. The industrious Core world has thrived in the past century, and looming conflict seemed barely a bother. Corellia had survived the squabbles of Jedi and Sith. They would survived again. The notoriously stubbornly independent Corellians would not be slowed by such trivial troubles as war. But, while the rich prospered, the slums grew ever darker.
Jedi Knight Alexandria Voran was home. She had very few pleasant memories of her childhood in worst parts of Coronet City. Her parents had lived from spice binge to spice binge. Alex had largely followed in their footsteps. She had been spiraling a drug fueled haze when the Jedi had scooped her from oblivion. Her Master had saved her from a life no one wished to live. Alex had worked very hard to leave those days in the past.
Nearly sixty years of serving the Order, and she still couldn’t shake the feeling that crept up her spine when landing on Corellia. Now, she walked the slums of Coronet city, her mind stretched wide. She could feel the suffering creeping in. War hit the poorest first, already a smattering of refugees were trickling in. Alex would not allow these people to be forgotten. She would not allow the Order to commit to sin of their past.
She wandered the streets, allowing the Force to guide her footsteps. She was not the powerful warrior the Jedi seemed to need but she could aid in other ways. Her skills healing her nearly unmatched. The Light almost always answered her call. That was how she could help...but she couldn’t do it alone. She knew other Jedi had been sent to Corellia to assess the growing problem in the slums. She simply didn’t know who they were or where they were. Alex’s disconnect from the Order, combined with her solitary lifestyle, meant she didn’t know many of her brothers and sister. It made things a little awkward. So, she kept wandering the streets, her mind surfing the waves of the Force, waiting for a sign.
@Corbeau