<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Trash Witch</span></strong>(https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wzDgTHNbFXRfKFVrwrhPuYvqFdZ6NpCA/view?usp=sharing)<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Career/Spec:</strong>Sentinel/Shadow<br/><strong>Morality:</strong>Compassion/Weakness<br/><strong>Motivation:</strong>Protect Her Master<br/><br/>It would be hard to describe how mind-bogglingly<em>big</em>a city-planet like Coruscant is. In a population in the trillions and a permanent underclass in the darkened depths of the world, all sorts of people can slip through the cracks. A bleak existence forgotten by authority in the city's spires is just a fact of life down in the trenches.<br/><br/>The Jedi Moskva Leitner found this unacceptable, and abandoned the Jedi's ivory tower to descend among the common trash and become a healer and prophet of the downtrodden.<br/><br/>This story isn't about him, though. It's about the urchin who helped at his clinic, who never even got a name aside from insults. It didn't take long for the Jedi to figure out that the grubby little ragamuffin was Force-Sensitive, but whenever he thought he should bring up the possibility of bringing her to the Jedi for training, she was pointedly and conspicuously absent. Eventually he gave up and let her do her thing. Until a letter came from Moskva's old friend Bail Organa, requesting his participation in a top secret mission that a healer of his conviction and compassion would find of the utmost importance.<br/><br/>He tossed it aside; his work in the slums was far too important to go gallivanting across the universe, even for Bail Organa. But the urchin who stole the letter he discarded didn't see it that way. The Jedi had come for her friend, and if they didn't get someone they were going to come back and take him away.<br/><br/>So, she went instead, claiming that he couldn't be found but that she would make do as his substitute. It was a very poor lie, which she was going to have to sell with everything at her disposal!