You know, I always imagined coming back here under better circumstances. There should be a triumph. A procession. All the people she used to know, lined up in awe at the woman she'd become. Nara Allam, Nar Shaddaa gang-brat done good. A Jedi. They'd stare and whisper about when they used to know her. There'd be birds fluttering and the sun shining... somehow. On Nar Shaddaa.
When Nara opened her eyes, there was just the blinking of the red emergency lighting. The harsh flash over the front desk of the hotel. Just the right shade to really bring out the grime of the seedy-as-hell desk. A map of the walkways and warrens, assembled as best she could from her own memories and a couple of scared, desperate refugees, floated above the desk as she sucked her lip. Thinking. It didn't look good. Looking over the front of the hotel, the doors had been sealed shut electronically, with shelving and seats piled up haphazardly in front of it. The few windows out into the lower levels were... well, they were already barred before all this started happening.
"It's not going to hold," Nara muttered with a little dismay. A lot of the people in there, huddling in the crappy, dirty rooms, had fled from the slow, gnashing onslaught of the zombies. They'd come to infest the lower parts of Nar Shaddaa and Nara worried about how much they were spreading. She tapped her pad and the map updated, glowing with red where the last reports had come in.
"Okay so, the last shortwave contact was quite a few blocks away but that was... twenty minutes ago," she said, checking the logs. "You're more of an expert on their speed, but even if they're crawling on the gangways, they're not going to be far away, Master." She looked up at Oren, arms folded. A crisis and imminent loss of life had a way of focusing her mind away from quips and insults. She felt like a real Jedi, an actual adult, working to solve problems. It was just a shame that she might, y'know, end up a chewed-up corpse. Or worse, watch everyone else end up that way.
"How many have we got in here, at final count?" Nara asked him, drumming her fingers on the desk. "Maybe we could get them to the Condor? I don't trust getting them to another sector, by now some of the gangs will've locked down, they won't let anyone through without some encouragement."
When Nara opened her eyes, there was just the blinking of the red emergency lighting. The harsh flash over the front desk of the hotel. Just the right shade to really bring out the grime of the seedy-as-hell desk. A map of the walkways and warrens, assembled as best she could from her own memories and a couple of scared, desperate refugees, floated above the desk as she sucked her lip. Thinking. It didn't look good. Looking over the front of the hotel, the doors had been sealed shut electronically, with shelving and seats piled up haphazardly in front of it. The few windows out into the lower levels were... well, they were already barred before all this started happening.
"It's not going to hold," Nara muttered with a little dismay. A lot of the people in there, huddling in the crappy, dirty rooms, had fled from the slow, gnashing onslaught of the zombies. They'd come to infest the lower parts of Nar Shaddaa and Nara worried about how much they were spreading. She tapped her pad and the map updated, glowing with red where the last reports had come in.
"Okay so, the last shortwave contact was quite a few blocks away but that was... twenty minutes ago," she said, checking the logs. "You're more of an expert on their speed, but even if they're crawling on the gangways, they're not going to be far away, Master." She looked up at Oren, arms folded. A crisis and imminent loss of life had a way of focusing her mind away from quips and insults. She felt like a real Jedi, an actual adult, working to solve problems. It was just a shame that she might, y'know, end up a chewed-up corpse. Or worse, watch everyone else end up that way.
"How many have we got in here, at final count?" Nara asked him, drumming her fingers on the desk. "Maybe we could get them to the Condor? I don't trust getting them to another sector, by now some of the gangs will've locked down, they won't let anyone through without some encouragement."
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