Not many people would expect to find a high ranking official picking his way through the rubble of what had been, until very recently, been a very active war zone but, then, many people would expect a politician to be above it all. Carrick had been a Jedi before he was a politician and he had never shied away from the humanitarian elements of that particular calling, even if he had decided that it wasn't ultimately for him.
Still meant he preferred to walk the devastation every now and then, get a real sense for what they were facing. Running a hand through his hair, he eyed the aide that was nervously standing off to one side.
"Yes?"
Time to get back to it then.
"Sir, Anat Asteria is here to see you."
Yes, back to it.
Nodding to the aide, Carrick stepped away from the rubble that used to be a library. Crossing the street, he entered the partially-bombed out building that had been one of the many ship assembly warehouses that dotted Corellia. Even as he did so, he could see people working. The walls had holes in them and the roof had even more - but people were working. He passed a starfighter being built, seemingly by a single young woman and her astromech assistant, with a fire that was clear to see.
Stepping off the production floor, he stepped into the manager's office he had taken for his own during his tour of the planet. Anat had been led there by his aides so he would get right down to it.
"Miss Asteria." he greeted her with a hand outstretched for her to shake, "I've heard of you and largely good things. Please, take a seat."
He took a seat himself, behind his borrowed desk.
"I'd offer you a caf but all stimulants are currently being saved for the hospitals. We do have water if you would like some, however... I don't believe either of us has the inclination to stray from our work for too long. So. How can the ISC help you?"
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