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To many, the ecumenopolic planet of Corellia was home. The lights, the flash of metal, the smog, the smell, the sounds, the constant and never-sleeping hustle and bustle everywhere you went — it was all a dream, and literally everything those people could wish for.
But to some people who had never seen an ecumenopolis before, like Galahad, this place was a nightmare. With so many people, so many places and things to be seen, and so many ways to get yourself killed — or worse, lost — Corellia was decidedly not an enjoyable place to be. Sticking very close behind Austin, Galahad followed along as quickly as his leg would allow him, trying not to get swept away in the busy hangar crowds.
Even though the Republic's non-aggression pact with the Sith Empire required the Jedi to hold no territory in Republic space, that didn't stop the Order from doing business in the Core and Inner Rim, and the two Jedi had traveled to Corellia to do just that. Austin had expressed interest in investing in a personal medical craft for himself, in the event that he needed to provide immediate treatment but had no nearby hospital to do so, hence their visit to the industrial planet. Somewhere in the hangar was the head office where the two Jedi could speak to a broker that awaited their arrival, but frankly Galahad could barely see five feet ahead of him. "I do hope—" the Knight was cut off by the roar of a loud shuttle zooming overhead. It must have had some kind of modified exhaust, nothing was that loud normally. "—I do hope you know where you are going, Austin," he repeated, his discomfort clearly heard in his voice.
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