“Code 5! Code 5!” The voices screamed and personnel ran all over the place. The transport had been stopping at Indupar only as a checkpoint and to refuel before moving onto Naboo. There was an incident on the transport during processing. Alarms were blaring and alerts escalated up the chain of command.
The transport had stopped at a refugee facility on Indupar and the civilians were being guided off the ramp of a freighter. One of these individuals had been living in a post apocalyptic situation for years now. To her, the greater galaxy had ceased to exist and she had forgotten what civilization was like. One of the personnel had placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and she promptly snatched the stylus from the woman’s hand and jammed it directly into her neck. The woman was promptly dragged away as hot blood sprayed out of her wounds, the strike having landed with deadly precision. Despite their best efforts, the woman would succumb to her wounds.
In the meantime, the incident resulted in a full blown panic with many thinking it was an AMS incident. People screamed and scattered in all directions, ISC Rangers rushing over in an attempt to contain the situation. The perpetrator was grabbed by the bicep and dragged over to a holding facility normally used for quarantine.
And that was exactly how Livi Cross found herself sitting at a table in a room with no windows with her single arm chained to the table. Her other arm ended in a stump that didn’t have a cybernetic. Her hair was frazzled and down to her lower back. There was an animalistic look in her eye, and she was adorned in garbs she hadn’t changed in some time. There was a stench to her that betrayed that she had been living in squalid conditions for a very long time.
Her eyes betrayed she had seen and experienced unspeakable horrors. The sight of so many civilians had thrown her into full blown panic. This room brought her peace. She was alone. She was exactly as she had learned to be back on her homeworld. The homeworld that was now 100% overrun.