A Mentor of Old

[Miranda Frost]

Coruscant definitely wasn't the place Zack once said he'd visit. The air itself stunk of metal and emissions and the sun bore down upon the first tier in an almost unpleasant way. Crowds of people commuted on with their daily lives upon many of the vast network of walkways and even more so crowded the skies with various styles of aircraft. Some were primitive in appearance with those particular machines forged from crude steel plates riveted together in an unsightly fashion with a pair of propeller driven engines strapped haphazardly to their wings. On the other end of the spectrum were sleek, unhuman designs that soared through the air smoothly and silently. Miranda would drift to the edge of the walk way, sifting through the crowds of citizens and police, her hands gripping firmly on the metal safety rails. She'd peer her head over the edge, her eye glancing down out of curiosity. What she saw defied all that she knew. The buildings could be possibly touching the sky! Her eye could not see the bottom of the abyss she gazed upon. Clouds and dense fog formed not too far below where her eyes could see. 

 Her stomach sunk and she'd step back from the railing, her head catching a faint dizziness. Curses were thrown her way as the crowd was forced to flow around her. Her body slouched, her head resting in the palm of her hands. "T-this is insane...", she'd mutter, her mind only barely comprehending how advanced the technology here had progressed. There were some things similar to this in the Ashen, but this was completely maddening. While the Ashen was for the most part a barren, molten wasteland, this place was a sprawling utopia she couldn't even begin to dream of. "Perhaps coming here was a mistake", she'd think to herself, her mind still lingering over the fact that she was perhaps miles above the actual ground. One misstep would have have herself falling and falling for almost no end. When she'd eventually hit the ground....

 "No!", she'd yell, her arms flexing back at her side, her claws balled into tight, shaking fists. Many would turn even stop to see her struggle before dismissing it and moving on.  To them it must be obvious that she wasn't from around here. It was quite easy it see it upon her face. The corners of her mouth twitched, her mechanical eye glancing up at the various waypoints and signs hanging above the walk way. If she could just follow the signs and focus on where she needed to be, it could distract her from the very  probable chance of death. 

 "Just... keep walking Frost... one step at a time.", she'd mutter, her heavy boot clacking against the metallic walkway. The building in question was not that far from the entrance if the note left for her held any weight.  The sooner she was inside that building the better.