Little Lost girl.

[Tsar Fire]

When she opened her eye for the third time, it was not pleasant. It stank. Literally.

Wrinkling her nose in mute horror at what she was smelling, she stared at the gray sky overhead, the tall spires reaching up into that stormy sky. She was sore, but otherwise... ok. She was wearing a frustratingly formal dress uniform, one which bound tightly on her small breasts and her butt, in an uncomfortable and somewhat embarrassing way. She vaguely remembered hating it, and had to agree with herself.

Still, it was a part of who she had been once. Or... someone had been once.

With a sigh, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, and glanced at what she was sitting on. Yes. Bags of restaurant trash. Luckily sealed plastic, but still the smell was quite potent, this close. Hopping off her throne of trash, she stretched, glancing around the alleyway. This was a nicer part of town, it looked like... but everything was... so much more... everything, really.

She couldn't remember exactly how she got here. She vaguely felt there was something important she had just forgotten. How was she here, or alive... Everything was slightly fuzzy, except that she was Adara Kalai, and definitely not.

With a sigh, she stared up at the sky. What to do?

 

[Number-75]

Where is this happening?

Rosa kept a small grin on her face as she walked down the streets, clutching a fairly large metal briefcase in her arms. Although a fair amount of people gazed at her oddly, taking in her recon gear and the case she carried with her a bad sign, she ignored them. After two weeks of waiting and four thousand credits, the weapons that she had ordered had arrived. The feeling that she had could was not too different from one that a child would have before a birthday or opening a gift. Of course, most children didn't get weapons for their birthdays. If there was anything that could possibly dampen her mood was the fact that she had to pick up the package a few systems away from the base due to security issues and what not. Still, it was a perfect day, mentally in any case. What could possibly go wrong?

Rosa paused in her steps a frown on her face as a dozen curses crossed her mind. Every time she thought that exact phrase, everything went to hell around her. Literally everything. Hell, she remembered that one time on Metellos when she thought that exact phrase while trying to find her way out of a starport. Said starport locked down about two seconds later and she ended up meeting Delun. And a heavily armored walker.

After several minutes of panicked searching and gazing, she let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that whatever deity made her life into some sort of game decided to be merciful today and not throw a bomber, terrorist, or tank in her direction. However, she'd rather play it safe and get off planet as soon as possible. Without further pause she continued walking down the path, this time at significantly quicker rate.

As she made her way quickly down the street, she stopped in front of an alleyway. If memory served her correctly, one of the people at the starport recommended cutting through this alley to get to the pickup point quickly. She had ignored him since she arrived early but now it seemed like it would be a smart idea to take it. Before anyone decided to revealed a hidden droid army or something. As the thought passed her mind, she heard someone cry thief and the sound of someone shouting for somebody to stop, all headed in her direction. Was this how it was going to start? A random purse snatching? Well, to hell with it, she didn't want to have to fend off a crime ring or her old compatriots or an army of lovable cut throats. Without a second thought, she ran down the alley.

As she ran down the alleyway, she spotted something ...odd, in a dumpster ahead. Was it just her or was there somebody sitting in a dumpster? Skidding to a stop, Rosa ducked behind one of the various other dumpsters in the alleyway. She sat there silently as the gears in her brain spun like crazy. Was this how it started? Bumping into an odd girl in the middle of an alleyway? And while she was at it, why exactly was this girl in a dumpster? As her curiosity and maternal instincts kicked in, her hopes of this being a quiet day began to sink ever so quickly.

With a resigned sigh, Rosa slowly out of cover. Keeping her hands at her side and away from the two revolvers on her hip, Rosa grinned curiously at the girl. Looking at her, the girl seemed to be dressed in a uniform of sorts. Oddly enough, Rosa couldn't place her finger on where the uniform was from. She studied pretty much every book on military dress uniforms of the last hundred years that she could get and this wasn't a recently used design. Still, that question could wait for later.

"So, would'ja mind explain' ta me what ya were doin' in that dumpst'a?"

 

[Tsar Fire]

Adara looked at the stranger, taking in her odd dress. Was this what things were like now? Huh. Can't leave a girl alone with her dumpster.

With a faint shrug she gave her reply. "Hell if I know. I just woke up in it."

She sighed. "I'm not even drunk either... I just... can't remember the last few... months... I think?" Was it months? Or was it more than months? She knew who she was, but... everything else was all a bit of a mess.

 

[Dmitri]

A probe droid, hovering fifty feet above the ground, entered the alley. It looked like it was doing a routine inspection of the building, which had some cracks and graffitti on it, but in reality its camera was looking down at the figure that had been placed in the dumpster.

Or rather two figures.

Geist Weiss, sitting in a control room of a spaceport on Sarka, overlooking the construction of a hangar with secret deposits of poison and explosives, wondered who the second individual was. She was not apart of the operation.

Geist Weiss ordered ADIM, who was controlling the room's main systems and the probe droid on Coruscant, to do a search on the unidentified woman. It took a little bit, but information did come through. Rosa Feraan. Freelancer. There was no record of her being hired for the operation, but the alchemist grinned. Adara needed someone other than it to help her adjust, and this Rosa Feraan could be exactly what was needed. He made a mental note to maybe hire her for a random job in order to assess her.

Geist decided it was time for Adara to meet Dio...

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A protocol droid designated D0-O0, nicknamed Dio, entered the alley. It walked over to Adara and Rosa.

"Statement: Greetings, Master," the droid said. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Do you require assistance?"

 

[Tsar Fire]

Adara turned to the droid, raising one silver eyebrow. "Umm.. pleasure..." She looked back to the other woman. "Is this your droid?"

Standing between the two, in the tightly fitting uniform, the rows of ribbons, their meaning lost to time, sitting on her breast, she felt a little... odd. Silly.

How had she gotten here from the senate steps?

 

[Ush]

T'Tack looked at the trio. Wait, make that pair and droid. It was a quirky model, none that he had seen before. Possibly a protocol or serving droid. What was really getting to T'Tack, however, was the briefcase. It looked the sort for a bomb of some kind, the way that the Human woman was holding it adding to his fear. He walked over and calmly kicked the dumpster that the other human was in. Why was she in a dumpster?

"What's in that case ginger?"

 

[Number-75]

Rosa's grin dropped ever so slightly at the girl's statements. There were too many things... off about the girl's statement. Hell, the fact that she couldn't recall where and how she ended up in a garbage dumpster was worrying. If she recalled correctly that meant that the girl probably suffered a head wound or had underwent a lot of mental trauma recently which may indicate some sort of military involvement, especially when she considered that the girl was wearing some sort of uniform. However, if that was the case, why would she be in a dumpster?

Rosa frowned as she failed to think of a logical reason for a girl to suddenly appear in a dumpster in a uniform with no memory. Quietly she chalked this up as her luck starting to catch up with her. Sighing, she decided that Vvak would be able to help this girl more then she could. Maybe if she brought her back to the base? But they might object to her bringing an amnesiac uniformed girl with her.

As she contemplated her next step, a voice broke her train of thought. Turning her head quickly, Rosa's free hand instantly reached for her revolver as her instincts and nerved reacted before she could process the sight of the protocol droid before her. As she realized that the protocol droid was not a killbot of doom, her left arm returned to her side and she chuckled quietly, grin on her face.

"Phew, ya scared me there. Almost put a coupl'a rounds in yer chest. Anyways, Ah don't think we need help." Turning to look at the girl Rosa started to speak, only for a look of concern to cross her face. "Wait, that droid ain't yer's right? ... Ya know what? Ah'm gettin' ahead o' myself. Ah'm Rosa Feraan, Adventur'a. Ya wanna go sit somewhere so we can talk about what ya remember? Cause Ah know a guy that might be able ta help ya."

 

[Fusion]

Coruscant... The center of the galaxy and the most important planet for almost every major galactic power. Circe had come here once again to discuss business with others about the Decimator movies, but for now, she was walking through the streets of Coruscant. For this, she had kept her natural appearance, a white diplomat-style robe gently draped over her body as she walked along. Turning a corner, she peered over into an alley and observed a woman in a dumpster. Curious as to whether this person was either homeless or had been mugged, she stepped into the grimy alley, carefully lifting the bottom of her robe as to prevent it from contacting the horribly filthy ground. As she stepped over, her voice assumed a slight "Imperial Basic" accent, one that was smooth, yet carried a sense of authority. Looking at the woman in the dumpster, she noticed another woman with her as well.

Excuse me, ma'am... Have you been robbed?

 

[Tsar Fire]

The sudden influx of people and questions was a bit much; backing away from all of them slightly, so her back was against the wall, she glanced around at all of them, trying to keep them out of her blindspot, instincts she didn't understand moving her to try and keep her distance until she knew what was going on. "I haven't.. I don't think I've been robbed. I'm not sure where I am, thank you, and... Rosa... I'm... Adara I think... I'd like to go sit down. That sounds very good.

(Getting a little crowded, and Bac is reviewing character. Apparently cloning dead people is bad; but we'll see what they rule, since this Adara is meant to be a very different person.)