Eradorn. One of the nicer outer rim planets to be landing on Dopheld had to admit, but it was an outer rim planet none the less; and one that also had ties to the Republic - as slim as they were. Located approximately halfway between Yavin 4 and Tatooine, the population was small and famously neutral. Despite the...variety...in species of the inhabitants it seemed to be a lawful planet. It was upheld by its own rules and morals, no one did anything bad without consequences. The neutrality came from the local inhabitants following their own code, one of non-objectivity. It didn't matter who you were, what you were, or what you did; if you were on Eradorn you were treated just like everyone else. Dopheld found the code to be both endearing and disgusting at the same time. To him, it wasn't as much order as it was an ignorant complacency to the outside worlds. Yet, a very small part of him wished he could experience what that felt like. To be blissfully ignorant of the fate of the galaxy. Fate however had cast Dopheld into a different role, so instead he was marching through an Eradorn market at high speed, searching. General Hux was waiting, and he wasn't a patient man.

White hair, follow the music.

The old man couldn't have been less helpful, but Dopheld was time poor and General Hux was in a bad mood. So the Lieutenant had taken the option that allowed him to remove himself hastily from the room.

He heard the strums and throngs of folky tunes grow louder as he made his way to the centre of the market. What Dopheld found when he made it to the source of the music surprised him. He found the owner of white hair, in the middle of the courtyard dancing. Her partner was a taller…man(?)…with a horrendously disfigured face. The way in which he twirled and lifted his white haired partner to the music showed a beautiful grace no doubt consistently over looked due to the scars. While this was a juxtaposition in itself, Dopheld's surprise however was largely directed at the bearer of the white hair herself. She was much younger than he had expected, and far more captivating. She wore a long, yellow gold dress which was slightly pleated at the back providing a small train to the hem. Her white hair was intricately braided and he watched mesmerized as it swung back and forth along her waist with the movements. It was clear both she and her partner were enjoying themselves by the laughter on both their faces and Dopheld couldn't help but stare at her joyful, deep blue eyes each time she swirled past him.

Was this the right person? Certainly the vague description matched and he hadn't come across any other white hair females. He flicked his eyes around the gathered crowd quickly just in case he was missing something.

White hair, follow the music. He didn't see anyone else around with white hair.

As luck would have it, he was about to find out. The music stopped.

He watched her share a fond hug with her dancing comrade before winking and leaving him to the grips of a group of females that had eagerly surrounded him.

Dopheld hastily made his way towards her. As she started to make her way back into the crowd, she caught Dopheld's eyes and stopped. No doubt the contrast of the black uniform against the mix of mainly spring colours moving quickly in her direction had drawn her attention.

She eyed him cautiously as he neared her causing him to clear his throat nervously when he found himself in front of her.

"Excuse me, Doctor Vell?"

"Yes?"

"Doctor Inara Vell?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Given that I am the only Doctor Vell on the planet, that would be a yes. Is there something I can help you with Mr…"

"Lieutenant Mitaka. Apologies for my intrusion Dr Vell, however there is a very pressing matter the General of the First Order needs to speak to you about"

"The General of the First Order?"

"Yes. It is incredibly urgent. He is waiting in your office."

Dopheld shifted uncomfortably as she studied his face. He noted an etch of concern, he had no doubt he looked completely flustered. After a small moment she spoke again.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant but I am not on duty today. I do however, have many colleagues who would be more than willing to-"

"The General isn't here for your colleagues Dr Vell. We have come specifically to seek out your particular skills." He interrupted. Time was of the essence and he felt the verbal lashing increasing with each moment he hadn't yet returned with her. "If you wouldn't mind, it really is quite urgent."

His words were formal but his eyes pleaded. She let out a small sigh.

"Very well Lieutenant, I will meet with your General."

General Hux waited impatiently at the window for Mitaka's return. The building he was in was near the back of a series of complexes, Eradorn's apparently infamous hospital. Infamous only to those who bothered to ask it seemed. This particular office backed onto a small field of various flowers and a surrounding forest allowing for a spectacular view out of its large window. The scenery was however wasted on Hux as his mind was back on his base. Just as his mind wandered to what sort of punishment he would deal out if this lead turned out to be a waste of time, he heard the hasty scramble of boots and knew immediately that Mitaka had finally returned.

He turned slowly to face the figure in the doorway who immediately straightened up while still fighting to catch his breath.

"I have found her General." he rasped

"Send her in."

"I hardly need an invitation to enter my own office General." Said a voice behind Mitaka. The form of a young woman, no older than her mid to late twenties move swiftly past the lieutenant. She barely acknowledged Hux as she made her way past him to her desk.

"The lieutenant tells me you have a very urgent matter? How can I help?"

He looked her over momentarily before turning back to Mitaka.

"Lieutenant?" He questioned

Mitaka knew what he was being asked without any further clarification.

"Yes General, confirmed with my contact and by Dr Bazyurn himself."

She was who they were looking for then. Hux was no longer sure this was the promising lead he had been offered. He nodded toward Mitaka who took his queue to leave.

Hux took a moment to take in his counterpart. She was not as expected and this concerned him.

"Dr Vell. I am told you have significant skills in the area that I require assistance."

"That depends on what the assistance you need is…General. I can't speak what you have heard, but I pride myself on being very good at what I do. So if you are after any sort of medical assistance, then yes I consider myself skilled."

Hux considered her for a moment. "Your reputation proceeds you, yet you were not what I expected."

"What did you expect?"

"Someone older." Hux said pointedly.

She smiled.

"That is not the first time I've heard that. It's exactly what I expect of someone in your position also General, yet here we are - exceptions to the rule. I'm sure you can appreciate the hard work it takes to get to this level at an unprecedented age. I assure you, that if you have heard that I can help, then I very likely can."

He studied her carefully, looking for any signs of falsehood. He did not come across any. It was true, he was the youngest General in the history of the Order and even the Empire. It seemed they both had a prestigious reputation that was normally laid on those much older than themselves. If it took anywhere near as much work for her to get her reputation as it did him to get to where he was, he could respect that.

"I have heard that your matter is quite urgent, what is it exactly that I can do for you General?"

"No doubt you have heard of the first order Doctor." He started

"I have."

Loyalty was key in the Order, and outsiders were never brought inside its operations. He had heard of the neutrality of the planet but wanted to be certain of her particular views.

"And what do you think about us?"

"I don't." she stated matter of factly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I don't General. I don't think about the First Order."

His quizzical brow couldn't get any higher. She sighed.

"I don't care for politics General Hux. I care for people. No matter who they are, what they are or what policies they follow. I am neutral in opinion. We make it our business here to stay out of the Galaxy's wider issues."

Hux's brain ticked over. He wasn't sure he liked the answer but given the circumstances he wasn't sure he had a choice either. Her claims of neutrality could be an issue with loyalty, or could just be what he needed right now. Given of course, she wasn't lying. He decided to trust his judgement and press on.

"I have a very critical situation on my base. Over three quarters of my troopers have developed some concerning symptoms which First Order medics have been unable to find the cause. It has now resulted in two deaths. I'd like to prevent more."

Dr Vell frowned and shifted forward. "What are the presented symptoms General?"

"Fever, crusting of the eye and mouth areas. Swollen tongue, swollen fingers and some have presented with boil like sores."

She jumped out of her seat and hastily searched through one of her many shelves. Hux remained in his spot, arms clasped firmly behind his back and waited.

"I recall reading something similar to what you are describing general. It was a long time ago, and the only documentation of the symptoms found in a journal. If I can find it…ahhh here it is."

She flipped through the pages of a worn book and Hux watched as she ran her fingers along a few lines. After a few moments, she looked up at him concerned.

"General, if this is indeed what your men are ailed with I may know how to help them. I'll need to run a few tests to be sure. Could you take me to your base?"

"Lieutenant Mitaka!" Hux called. The Lieutenant arrived almost immediately in the doorway. "Have the ship readied, we leave immediately"