OOC: Three days after the liberation of Sullust. Open to anyone. Not really looking for PvP, more of gritty story.
Zathria sat heavily onto a bench outside the casualty collection point. While the battle to bring down the Sith base had ended, the work hadn't. Rooting out Sith loyalists and actual Sith had continued to cause casualties to mount among civilians, military, and paramilitary units alike.
She pulled down the rebreather on her face and rubbed her eyes. A whiff of acid-like ash immediately hit her nose and she was unpleasantly reminded why she'd had to wear this stupid mask for almost every moment of her time here.
She glanced down at her chrono to mentally mark the time. 15:32. Were it not for the rising and setting of the sun, she would have barely known what time of day it was. The Jedi that had remained or come in support had been in near-constant demand. Healers to tend to the wounded alongside the oversaturated doctors and medical droids, soldiers to help combat the remaining Sith, peacekeepers and mediators for helping with the transition. Time to eat was hard to come by and time to sleep was even scarcer.
Master Jedi, we have another one, she heard one of the Sullustans say as another emergency vehicle rolled up to the front of the intake tents.
Alright, coming, she said with a nod, pushing the mask back over her face again and forcing herself to her feet to head back inside.