The first sense to come back to her was sound, a low humming. More like a buzzing, with the occasional crack or pop that made her want to flinch. Next was the smell. Mold? Mildew? Or was it just the staleness of the air? It felt like someone hadn't opened a window or turned on the air filter in a while.

Then the headache pulsed through her skull, every blood vessel in the top right side of her head seeming to spasm all at once. Her body lurched upward into a sitting position, her head spinning with the movement before throbbing again. "Frack me... Five bottles of Titharr feels better than this..." She hissed, cradling her head with the palm of her hand.

"Good to see you up."

The deep voice made her flinch, shifting against the wall, pushing herself away from the sound. Her eyes locking on the tall figure a few feet away "-instead of thrashing about in your sleep...". The man bit the inside of his cheek, his dark brown eyes scanning her over as if she was a tense animal. He was worried though, her instincts had kept her alive during the attack on the Endar Spire, there was no telling what she would do when she felt threatened. He wouldn't make a comment like that though. He took a small step forward, tilting his head so she might see his face better. "You must have been having one hell of a nightmare, I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up."

Her eyes narrowed at him, though not in an aggressive manner that he had seen before over monitors. Instead this was a more thoughtful look, still no more trusting. Her expression made his breath stick in his throat. Her eyes had an inner ring of silver surrounded by teal blue. He took a deep breath to remember his course of thought.

"I'm Carth, one of the Republic soldiers from the Endar Spire. I was with you on the escape pod, do you remember?"

She blinked for a minute and her confused face fell. "That's.. right... Right I'm Mira Rayshild. How did I get here?" She winced again, her palm pressing harder against her forehead. "I- I had a strange dream... Like a Vision or something..." Mira said softly. She gently brushed her bangs back, the soft brown hair bouncing back into place in soft curls against her forehead.

Carth's face softened considerably, almost an identifiable smile creeping to the corners of his lips. He stood straight and walked to the small kitchenet that paired off to the side of the entrance door. Taking a rag from the not so clean counter, he ran cool water over it. "I'm not surprised. You took a serious blow to the head. You're probably having all kinds of strange dreams." He squeezed the excess water out of the rag and walked back to her, offering the cool cloth to her. Mira took it gingerly and slowly pressed it to her head. Letting out a slow hiss as she did so.

"I wouldn't worry about it." He smiled reassuringly. "And you've been drifting in and out of consciousness for a couple of days now. So It's not surprising you're pretty confused about things. Try not to worry. We're safe... at least for the moment."

Mira nodded and swung her legs off the bed, scooting forward to stand up. Carth's arms shot out as she leaned back and fourth. "Woah there… Take it easy." He kept a hand on her shoulder as she steadied. "I'm good… I'm good." She smiled stiffly, still holding the cool rag to her head. "Just update me on the situation." Carth nodded, still keeping his hand firmly on her shoulder in case she swayed once more.

"We're on a sith quarantined planet, Taris. I managed to get us away from the escape pod crash without much notice, But we still have some major problems." Mira arched a brow at him curiously. "Not only being under sith Quarenteen, the sith have delcared martial law, their fleet is orbiting the planet and there is no transport on or off the planet without sith approval." Mira's nose scrunched up, her face falling into a scowl.

"Oh is that all?" she quipped, shaking her head as she stepped forward to the small table in the middle of the room. Surrounded by a few small chairs that looked like they might not even hold up her small frame. Despite her caution she sat down and put the cloth down so she could begin to gently detangle her curly brown hair with her fingers. Carth shrugged "I've been in worse spots."

Mira let out a short scoff, trying to avoid pulling hair that would affect the pained area of her head. "Worse spots? Don't tell me you're going to make it hard to get off this planet." When she was mostly pleased with the detanglement of her hair she started braiding it down the back of her head and over her shoulder, shaking the shorter strands of her bangs free to frame her face once more in curls against her cheeks.

Carth slightly smirked at her remark and shook his head, moving across from her at the table. "That's not all. As much as I would like to get off this planet as soon as possible… Theres a mission we got to complete first. Bastila Shan was on the Endar Spire. She's the best hope for the republic war effort. And all things considered, the sith must have learned she was on our flagship and left an ambush for us."

"Bastila…. The jedi extraordinaire. I heard about her." Mira mumbled, trying off her hair and leaning back in her chair, closing her eyes.

"That smack to your head must have done more damage then I thought." Mira opened one eyes to peer at him. "Bastila was a part of the strike force that killed Darth Revan, Malaks sith master. Without her we are pretty much screwed." Mira nodded lazily, rubbing her forehead. "I get it I get it. So where do we start looking for miss perfect?"

Carth sighed at Bastila's apparent nickname. This girl had an amazing service record. Her skills and traits he had read about made her an ideal recruit and incredibly useful to get them off of this planet…. But he wondered about her personality. Was she someone he could trust to actually get them off this planet? Or was she in it to get off this planet by herself? He would simply have to hope his judgment would go well.

"I did some scouting around while you were unconscious. I've heard that some more escape pods fell into the undercity on Taris. if I'm correct, Bastila must be on one of those pods. At least we can hope." Carth exhaled deeply and watched for Mira's response, his big brown eyes almost pleading.

Mira peeked her eyes open once more, momentarily getting caught up in his big brown eyes. No one should have such big deep pretty eyes. She let out a small groan. "Under city? do we have to go right now?" Carth smirked a bit, shrugging his shoulders. She let out another small groan. "alright…. lets scrung up some food, then I'll help in scouting out a few more rumors before we make our way down."

Carth smiled and nodded. "Great! There's a cantina in the area."

Mira nodded. "That's perfect for listening for rumors as well. good choice Onasi." She smiled a bit, standing up to get herself ready and decent clothing wise. "Call me Carth." he said, bringing a brighter and more relaxed smile to her face.