As I lay on my bed, staring at my ceiling, I know there is only one choice. I can't go. There is no way I could help the Republic. As much as I want to help Carth, I have to stay firm with my beliefs. The Republic is the whole reason for my life being screwed up; me having no parents, no home... no life.
And for me to even consider going would be ludicrous... wouldn't it?
I decide that I have to keep myself busy, so I walk to the cantina. I figure that if I am working I can get my mind off where I could be. Where I should... no... shouldn't be.

"Ms. Tieri? Don't you have today off?" my boss, Mr. Krall, asks.

"Yeah. I just... wanted to work."

"You wanted to work? Usually you..."

"Yes, I know. Usually I hate working, but... I want to now."

"Okay. I'll take it when I can get it."

I go into the back room and get my apron. I walk back out and... well... work. I actually work. I know that I have said that I feel that working gives a sense of accomplishment and how I don't want to end up like my father, yet... let's face it. Working sucks! Especially in my line of work. I can see if you have a cozy job, where all you do is push paper behind a desk. But interacting with the slummies of Taris? Hard work.
The hours seem to go fast. I just try not to think about, well, anything. I feel if my mind is clear, I can do anything... even work this crappy job. I finally get my break, even though, since it is my day off, I probably could make my own schedule. I decide to pay my friend Kelba a visit. I think that I should straighten out what happened earlier with Carth and Jared.
I walk over to her shop, but I don't go in. The door is open and she is talking to someone. Me, being the nosy person I am, listen in to their conversation.

"I don't know what to do Kelba."

"Well, what can you do? It's not like you can go ask the Sith for help!"

"Yes, I know, but... I just feel so helpless. The poor man..."

"I know. I'm sorry to say this, but he must've known the dangers of going into the Under City with the rakghouls."

"That still doesn't make it right that he has to die because of it."

At the word 'die,' I enter her shop with a puzzled look on my face.

"Serenity, this really isn't a good time."

"Yeah, I could hear that."

I realize as I enter that the other voice belongs to the Upper City doctor, Zelka Forn.

"Hello Ms. Tieri."

"Hello doctor. What's going on?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

"Please doctor, you can tell me."

"Well... all right."

I have helped Zelka in the past. My mother's healing techniques and recipes have come in handy with some patients. Maybe they can help again.

"I have a patient... a man who was in the Under City. It appears that he was bitten by a rakghoul. He was brought to my office by a few of his friends. They have gone back to the Under City to look for a cure, yet I told them, that he may not last that long. The antidote is carried by Sith soldiers whom venture down there. I told them that that was their only hope."

"Oh my! Do you think there is anything I can do?"

"I highly doubt it."

"Please... can I at least try?"

"Yes.. of course. Let's go."

"Bye, Kelba."

"Bye and good luck to both of you."

Zelka and I leave. While he runs to his office, I quickly run to my apartment and grab my mother's bag. I run quickly to Zelka's.

"All right. I'm here. Where is he?"

Zelka moves away from the table and I get a glimpse of the man.

"CARTH!"