Master Darian did not abandon his missions of compassion, despite converting his speeder into resources for others. The labyrinthine undercity of Coruscant posed constant challenges. The terrain varied from complex and treacherous environment with its winding tunnels to crumbling infrastructure and hidden dangers. Beyond the tunnels and ruins, seventy-eight metropolitan domes opened up, each a chaotic hive of a metropolis. Within these colossal hollows, a dizzying array of lights flickered from precariously stacked towers, casting long, dancing shadows. Hover-cars swarmed between the buildings, while a network of groaning elevators ferried inhabitants towards an inverted city clinging to the dome's upper reaches. Some domes hummed with a frenetic energy, while others whispered with an unsettling stillness. Even deeper yet into the tunnels, fourteen transit shafts pierced the gloom of the lower levels, each one a conduit for the hazy sunlight that filtered down from the impossibly distant surface. In the shadows, beyond the glow countless hidden shelters clustered. Here refugees and the forgotten struggled to survive. To reach them all was no simple task.

Darian found a way. He walked when his destination was nearby, used borrowed hover carts for flat routes, and rode a tauntaun-like creature through perilous areas. Anya and M-4G often accompanied him, though when the journey proved too harsh, Darian ventured alone.

One day, he reached the hidden sanctuary of a refugee leader deep in area known as Sector 5. His mode of transport—a lumbering beast resembling a dewback—caught the attention of locals. A crowd gathered, some amused and others skeptical. The leader of the enclave approached, raising an eyebrow at the sight.

"Master Darian," the leader said, "you surprise us. Riding such a creature seems... unconventional."

Darian dismounted and responded with a warm smile. "In truth, I follow necessity, not fashion. And if such a beast was noble enough for the Jedi of old, surely it is sufficient for a humble healer."

During these expeditions, Darian's approach was gentle yet impactful. Rather than issuing edicts and imposing practices, he shared stories and examples. In enclaves resistant to cooperation, he highlighted neighboring communities' success through unity. "See the refugees of the Hylos sector," he would say. "They share their resources, and none go hungry. They repair shelters together, and their children play in safety. Because of this, they thrive even in hardship. Their actions echo the will of the Force."

To communities struggling with dwindling resources and limited supplies, Darian would say, "Look at the resourceful people of the Old Foundry dome in Sector 9. They have established hydroponic gardens in their abandoned tunnels, cultivating food from recycled water and artificial light. They have even managed to breed luminescent fungi to illuminate their homes."

In areas where conflict and distrust were rampant, he would urge, "Take heed of the example set by the inhabitants of Sector 4. Despite their diverse backgrounds and species, they have formed a council of elders, representing each community. Through respectful dialogue and compromise, they maintain peace and cooperation."

To those who had grown complacent and lost hope, Darian would remind them, "Remember the spirit of the Quarren community in Sector 6. Though their homes were destroyed during the collapse of Sector 6, they refuse to give up. They have established workshops where they repair damaged droids and salvage scrap metal, creating a thriving economy amidst the ruins."

Where ignorance and lack of education threatened to choke growth, he admired those who sought out learning. "The wandering scholars of Terranis," he said, "are but a fellowship of educators traveling from level to level. Yet they ensure that no seeking person goes unlearned, no skill goes unrealized. It is said you can tell a Terranis teacher by their hat. One feather for basic lessons, two for advanced, and three for Mastery."

Darian's words, though simple, carried a profound wisdom. He spoke with a gentle authority, drawing on his deep understanding of the Force and his compassion for all beings. His stories and parables resonated with the people of the undercity, inspiring them to find hope and strength in their shared existence.

And so, Darian, the Jedi Master known as Master Welcome, continued his journey through the undercity, offering guidance, healing, and a beacon of light in the darkness. His presence, like a gentle ripple in the Force, spread hope and resilience throughout the forgotten depths of Coruscant.