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Nar Shadaa. For a place she loathed more and more on a daily basis, she certainly found herself here frequently. But, it made sense to a degree. Rebels where only distinguishable from common underworld trash by their goals. Rebels fought for a purpose; they didn't fight for their own gain. And so, many members of the Underworld where susceptible to this change of purpose. Or, could be coerced to fake it. It didn't matter to Bria as long as they where useful.
What really bothered her was the company she kept. Two of the most troublesome and annoying members of her company. Behind her, down in the hold where he wouldn't be a nuisance, was Doctor, here for the expertise he could offer. Unfortunately, the one area he couldn't deny him was in his knowledge of medicine, although there where times where she seriously considered forgoing that benefit and spacing him. That impulse hadn't won her over... yet.
More directly behind her, unfortunately in earshot, was Hareth. The tiny, angry, little girl that Bria was now overseeing personally. Again, she was here for her expertise of a somewhat different nature.
"You're sure this woman is your mother?" Bria asked once again, turning to face the girl as the ship came down into the lower levels on an automatic approach. "You haven't seen her in years. How do you know?"
@Tray Tor @Retroboy