Tafanda Bay, Ithor
When Yavin fell a number of Jedi had scattered, some had evacuated in an orderly fashion, but Ciri had been among the unfortunate few who got stuck on her own. As she ran from Yavin, she had picked up the essentials, clothes, some rations, all the credits she had to her name, and her training blade. But somehow she had lost her datapad, and with that she had lost her means to contact the Jedi. She knew the protocol, report to Brighthome, but the problem was Brighthome was a spacestaion, it moved around, and without her datapad and the encryption keys stored on it she had no idea how to find to find Brighthome.
She had made her way to Ithor, knowing that the place was a Jedi haven of sorts. She could try and find another Jedi here, more so than most other places, and if not then at least he thought that she would be more safe here. But she had no idea how long it would take her to get back in touch with the Order, so in the meanwhile she had to find a way to earn credits. So she had made her way towards one of unemployment booths where the local authorities put up job listings.
Standing in line, looking very out of place among the mostly Ithorian demographic of the queue, she ignored the curious glances she would get every now and then and waited. She knew she stood out like a sore thumb, a tiny, gloomy, emo-looking thumb, but what else could she do? A girl had to eat, and food cost credits. If she attracted trouble, well she would just have to cross that bridge when she came to it.
Whatever will be, will be.
OOC: Open to one or two characters, preferably Jedi, but any faction works.