Discontent

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Posted by Safiri on June 12, 2010 – 9:47 pm
Filed under Bestine, CorSec Squadron, Coronet, Letters to Cara, Med Center, Pilot, SWG, Safiri's Datapad

Dear Cara,

Oh how I wish you were here!  I’m in desperate need of your advice. 

These past few weeks have been so difficult.  This is not at all what I imagined it would be.  I’ve tried to be patient.  I’ve told myself over and over that I only just needed time to adjust but the truth is, I’m so unhappy here.

The medical center is a disorganized mess.  They’ve not yet recovered from whatever happened with Dr. Maldien.   They’re short staffed and the few doctors that remain work haphazard hours.  Some have been working double and triple shifts for weeks now.  Others show up only to care for particular, well paying patients and then leave.  Nearly everyone is applying to other medical centers for employment.  The atmosphere is almost unbearable as tempers are short and everyone is stressed about the situation.  It is so far from the ideal learning situation I hoped it would be. 

Then there’s this planet.  This cold, wet, awful planet.  I just can’t get used to it.  I miss Tatooine.  Coronet is a magnificent city and lovely to visit.   But I’m ready to go home.

My parents still insist Bestine isn’t a safe place to be right now.  I feel badly that they’ve gone to all this trouble to send me here to Coronet only for me to be so terribly miserable.  I haven’t told them any of this yet.  I want to be prepared with a solution before I tell them there’s a problem.

And there is so much to tell them.  I never did find the right time to tell them I was training to be a pilot.  I completed all my trainers asked of me and they sent me to Naboo to see the Grand Admiral Nial Declann.  He sent asked me to accept a mission for the benefit of the Empire. 

It was a much more dangerous task than I felt I was ready for but how could I have refused?  It took some effort but I put my own thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand.  With some luck, I managed to accomplish the task.  I returned to Grand Admiral Declann and he bestowed upon me the title of Master Pilot as well as a Civilian Medal of Honor to thank me for my service. 

I originally thought that the medal and my service to the Empire would make my parents proud and much less likely to be upset that I’d gone ahead with my pilot training.  But now I’m not sure it will be enough.  They will surely ask questions about ships and my flying habits and I know they won’t be pleased about the YT-1300 purchase or the mercenary assignments I’ve been flying in order to earn credits to outfit her. 

I’ve never lied to them and I don’t plan to begin now.  But I’m not sure how to best approach them about the choices I’ve made in their absence – choices that they would have surely talked me out of if I’d have been at home.  I don’t regret what’s happened or what I’ve done.  I enjoy flying and it can be a profitable endeavor but I don’t think they’ll understand and I hate to disappoint them, especially Father.

Oh, Cara!  What should I do?  I’m ready to hand in my resignation to the Medical Center.  I’ve already cut back my hours as much as they’d allow.  I could try transfer to a different city to continue my medical training… or put it aside and wait for a better opportunity?  I can support myself with my piloting skills for the time being.  How should I approach my parents with all this?  Please help me!

Yours Always,

Transfer Complete

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Posted by Safiri on March 21, 2010 – 1:45 pm
Filed under CorSec Squadron, Coronet, Letters to Cara, Med Center, Pilot, Safiri's Datapad, Travelling

Dear Cara,

I was disappointed to arrive at the Coronet Medical Center and find things in a far more chaotic state than any medical center should find itself in, let alone one as large and well known as Coronet.  After some run around, I learned that Father’s associate and the head doctor at the center, Dr. Maldien, has recently been removed from his position.  No one was willing to give me further details.  Everyone I spoke to seemed quite uncomfortable when his name was even brought up. 

For a bit it seemed as though the transfer of my internship was in jeopardy, but I eventually was taken to see Dr. Aboo Aramflahad, the head of the cybernetics department at the center.  After a short interview he told me the recent loss of Dr. Maldien and his associates had left the medical center severely understaffed and that he welcomed all the help he could find.  I start tomorrow.

My pilot training has been going well.  Although I question the competency of some of the people I’m working under.   Both Sergeant Rhea and Captain Rikkh seemed reasonable men.  But then they sent me on to Commander Ramna.  I think perhaps she needs to get out of the cantina she’s always in because clearly she’s had enough to drink.  Fortunately, I’ve managed to complete the objective despite her rather ridiculous plans and she’s sent me on to fly to Dantooine to make contact with my next trainer.

Keep in touch.

Yours,

Prepared For the Med Center Interview

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Posted by Safiri on March 20, 2010 – 1:26 pm
Filed under Coronet, Letters to Father, Med Center, Medic, Safiri's Datapad

Dear Father,

I report to the Coronet Medical Center with my letters of recommendation in hand tomorrow.  Thank you for all your help in getting my studies transferred.

The city is so much larger than Bestine and I am excited at the thought of working and learning at such a prestigious center.  Coronet is well known for it’s cutting edge experimental treatments and top of the line cybernetics department.  I’ve not yet chosen an area to specialize in and I anticipate that here I’ll be exposed to many more options than I might have considered in Bestine.

All My Love,

CorSec Squadron

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Posted by Safiri on March 20, 2010 – 1:22 pm
Filed under CorSec Squadron, Coronet, Letters to Cara, Pilot, Safiri's Datapad

Dear Cara,

I’m a pilot!  Ok, so I’m training to become a pilot. 

But don’t tell anyone just yet.  I know my father had agreed to supporting me in pursuing a pilot license when it meant I’d be a member of Storm Squadron and flying for the Empire but I’m not sure how he’ll feel about it if I’m training with the Corellian Security Corps instead. 

I know I’ll have to break the news to him eventually.  I’ve spent nearly all the credits he gave me on a ship and parts to outfit her.  She’s named Sandstorm and she’s a fine ship. 

Have you had any luck convincing your parents to fund a trip to visit me?  I’m really looking forward to showing you around.  Take care.

Yours,

Politics or Lunatics?

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Posted by Safiri on March 17, 2010 – 5:00 pm
Filed under Bestine, Coronet, Letters to Mother, Politics, Safiri's Datapad

Dear Mother,

One of the things I think I’ll miss most—well besides you and father, of course— is the opportunity to be involved in the political landscape in Bestine.  I enjoyed attending all the fundraising galas and rallies father was invited to.  They were such fun as well as providing an excellent opportunity for networking. 

I was drawn to a woman by the name of Karin Featherlight in the plaza today.  She appeared to be campaigning for some political office.  I walked over to speak with her and was immediately taken aback by her derogatory tone and shady bargains.  I still don’t know what office she was running for or what party she represents.  She refused my inquiries and instead offered threats if I didn’t promise to vote for her. 

I sincerely hope that she was nothing more than a mental patient who’d forgotten to take her medication that day.  I do need to make a point to find out about the politics here in my new home though.

 Hope all is well with you and Father.

All My Love,

Settling In

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Posted by Safiri on March 17, 2010 – 4:48 pm
Filed under Coronet, Letters to Cara, Safiri's Datapad

Dear Cara,

I made it!  The trip was exciting but uneventful.

I’m settled into the bunker my parents purchased for me. Father said it was one of the safest buildings you can buy and I believe it. But I can’t say I care for living underground like some desert kreetle. I miss the warm adobe walls of home. The bunker seems perpetually dark and cold. It’s a relief to step out into the fresh air. I’m still getting used to the smell of it though. The sweet scent of the plant life that covers the ground everywhere here follows you even into the paved streets of the city.

From the front step of the bunker is the most magnificent view of the city. It’s just as grand and awe inspiring as I remembered. Walking through the city you can’t help but gaze up at the skyscrapers that seem to tickle the undersides of the clouds as they float by.

And speaking of clouds, I can already tell that having to deal with rain storms will likely be one of the harder things to get used to here. I’ve only had to endure one so far but I shudder to even think about how awful it felt to be cold and wet just trying to get from here to there. I’m amazed that people here don’t even seem to give a second thought to just going out in the rain. They go about their business as if the sun is shining. It’s the most bizarre thing.

Well, I’m off to check out the cantina to see what entertainment I can find. I know it’s not likely I’ll find anything quite so good as The Barefoot Band but we’ll see what these Corellians do for fun after the sun sets on the city.

Yours,

Arriving in Coronet

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Posted by Safiri on March 15, 2010 – 5:05 pm
Filed under Coronet, Letters to Mother, childhood memories

 Dear Mother,

It’s been many so many years since I’d seen the tall buildings of Coronet.  I remember when you and I would accompany father to medical conferences here.  I’d prepared myself for things to look a lot smaller now that I’m grown.  They aren’t.  The city is still as enormous as I remember.  I struggle to keep my eyes from constantly gazing up at the towers all around me.  The familiar presence of the stormtroopers is comforting but I’ve taken note that I must still watch my step.  Just outside the city, you find bands of thugs and criminals camped here and there.  One wonders why they would choose to live in such squalor outside the beauty and opportunity of such a magnificent city.

All My Love,

On My Way

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Posted by Safiri on March 14, 2010 – 6:22 pm
Filed under Bestine, Coronet, Letters to Father, Letters to Mother, Medic, The War, Travelling

My Dearest Parents,

First, I must thank you both.  You have my love and gratitude for everything you’ve provided me through the years.

I am very sad that our beloved Bestine has become a victim of this war.  I was looking forward to completing my medical training under Dr. Purl’s direction there in the medical center, close to home and my family.  But since I cannot change the course of what’s happened, I look forward to the opportunities that await me in Coronet.

I will write again as soon as I arrive and am settled in.

All my love,