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SEMRA Security recruitment letter
From: Jeremiah Blackstone, SEMRA Security Coordinator
I will keep this short and to the point.
I require your assistance.
As the new SEMRA security coordinator, I am in dire need of people willing to be loyal to myself, and to SEMRA. I have sent this letter to you, because I know you, and know you would be an asset.
SEMRA (Star’s End Medical Research Acadamy) is an Imperial Medical Research facilty located primarily on Tattooine, in the city of Twilight Citadel. As befitting the medical research role, there are a lot of sensitive materials and highly specialised staff, that require constant protection. That is why I need you.
SEMRA also operates as a school, and the students and lecturers require protection from the natives (both sentient and non-sentient) of Tattooine.
At this current time, my security team is woefully understaffed.
If you are interested, please contact me ASAP, and we can arrange an interview.
Jeremiah Blackstone
SEMRA Security Coordinator
P.S. Semra also offers free food and accomodation, as well as a reasonable remuneration package for all security employees. The very least of this is free medical treatment.
Death of Dr. Kane--
Hiding is what she had become good at. Being in a room full of people did not mean she was seen. Invisibility she had learned during her imprisonment to keep from gaining unwanted attention from any Trooper out to make a name for themselves. She could sit in a room for hours and you would never even know she existed. It was this way of thinking she would have to follow again.
Since the discovery of how her memory loss occurred beginning with conversations with Martan, and subsequent confession by Dr. Kane of his involvement; she knew the how.....just not the why.
The news had come over her data pad unexpectedly. The man she had left breathing, functional, even if a bit worse for wear had expired. His death as much a surprise to everyone who surrounded her, she tried to remain calm and collected as she sat in the Star’s End Cantina discussing the previous two days with Martan, Bon’ik and Moros. At the moment the data was received and everyone looked at their receivers Imeica had just finished the retelling of the occurrences on Moros’ Decimator while dealing with a crew of hostiles in the Endor Sector of D435. Scoring his shoulder with her energy lance was merely a prelude to what would occur once Moros’ set them down in Theed.
Imeica looked at Dr. Kane, the man she said she loved, the man who loved her; who also had made her life the living hell that existed today when he removed her memory and left her in a state of disrepair. Oh sure, after HK117 (who she later found out was someone very dear to her life at the present time) had done the unthinkable by rescuing her, he dropped her off only for Dr. Kane to “heal,” if you call it that. But what reconciliation could be had from the fact that she would forever wander the earth looking for a reason for her existence, not to mention some kind of identity. Somehow she wished they’d completed the job, or maybe that HK117 had finished it instead of saving her from her fate. They fought violently. Oh sure…her skills as a Combat Medic allowed her the ability to light up a man on a good day, but this time she got carried away. She couldn’t stop, over and over she doused him like a barrage of thermal detonators and she watched him burn. She would never forget the last words from Dr. Kane’s mouth, much the same as her own thoughts of what she wished had happened to her, “Just let me die!”
At this point, she didn’t want to think anymore, merely walk as quietly as possible among those she called friends, those she called co-workers and hide as best as possible in the throng of bodies walking into this Staff Meeting.
Hopefully no one would pay attention to the fact her eyes were bloodshot and she hadn’t slept in days. The fact she’d slept on the floor of Martan’s house for the past three nights in an effort to keep her safe from the Trooper who had visited Star’s End recently claiming orders from General Aylor to bring her in for questioning. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice she hadn’t gotten out of her armor or much bathed in the nights between receiving the message of Dr. Kane’s death and the meeting. At this very moment, all she wished to do was be invisible.
