The start of a day on Coruscant was an interesting sight to be held. On the upper levels, the sun rose high in the sky, casting long shadows from the enormous structures that made up the planet's surface. Up on the surface, they all glittered like fine jewels. Amazing feats of architecture that were made to be marveled at, and to be admired. But down here on the lower levels, things were a bit different. There were over 5000 levels on this planet, and each one was darker, slummier, and flithier than the last. Oh, sure, the upper levels were pretty enough, but down here among the criminals and the artificial lights, it was hard to admire what used to be the centerpiece of the Republic.
Not to mention, it smelled like bantha fodder.
All around the city, the still-busy streets were starting to fill up even more. The night life was fading, only to be replaced by those who existed during the day. Speeders moved go and fro, each having somewhere to go, and all trying to get there quickly, and the artificial lights lit the roads and pathways on this lively, somewhat sketchy level of the planet. People talked and haggle prices in the marketplace, a few families made their way past, and in amongst all of the somewhat organized chaos, there was Maira.
Maira had lived in this particular area of Coruscant for several years now, and had managed to etch out a pretty good name for herself as a person who did odd jobs. Needed a crate safely transported to the next level up? She could do that! Need a waitress for the rush hour? Maira can do that too. If you needed a bodyguard, someone to run errands, clean, cook, or someone trustworthy to watch your things while you were off world, Maira was your gal, and everyone in this district knew it. A true jack of a all trades.
That particular day was a busy one for her. One of the local shop owners had hired her to run errands since his normal employee was out sick, and so she spent several hours running back and forth between different levels of the city. She delivered some items, picked some up, returned some others, helped clean the store, ran some more items, and an endless list of other miscellaneous tasks. All in all, it was a normal day. It may not have exactly been a career, but it made her enough money to get buy, and it kept her from getting noticed.
Maira always liked going to the local Cantina after a hard day's work. People typically left her alone there, save for the occasional greeting from one of her regular employers or drinking buddies. It wasn't the cleanest building, or the best quality liquor, but it was still one of her favorite spots. She could be around people, but still be left alone. Except for today, apparently. Somehow yelling got started. Maira didn't see who started the fight, but before she knew it there were a bunch of people all clamoring around, yelling and clawing at the nearest one. She had intended to stay out of the brawl. Until someone knocked into her table, taking her down with it.
A deep sigh escaped the woman. "Alright, that's it. I'm about to knock some heads together."
Within a few minutes, Maira had become very much involved with the brawl, and set to work in ending it as quickly as possible. It was all kind of a blur, but she distinctly remembered smashing a bottle over someone's head, and struggling a bit with a man before punching him. At some point she fired a gun and got everyone's attention, and said something along the lines of threatening to skin alive the next person who dealt a blow, and sternly instructed everyone to either shut up, or get out. There had been several angry mutters, but no one argued with her, and it settled down again.
Maira had managed to escape mostly unscathed. The was a small bruise on her side from where someone had elbowed her, but nothing serious, and the rest of the night passed by without another disaster.
Not long after these events had taken place, Maira began noticing some odd things happening. At first they were small. A missing keepsake from her apartment, finding something not where she left it, a stranger staring at her for a little too long, and other things that set off her alarm bells, but still weren't large enough to make her jump into action. Then people started following her home. And to work. And to the cantina. Then she came home and found her place rigged with explosives.
That was when Maira decided to disappear again. Somehow someone had found out that she was a Jedi, and now it was time for her to run away again and try to start a new life. But how did they find out? She had been so careful with making sure not to mention anything about the temple or her past, and she hardly ever used her powers anymore. Being force sensitive was so looked down upon anymore that even hinting you had powers would get you blacklisted instantly. Had she gotten drunk and slipped up somewhere? Had someone found her lightsaber and ratted her out? Whatever the reason, Maira gathered up her emergency supplies and set off to find help.
And that was how she ended up here, on a smugglers ship, hiding in one of the various nooks and crannies these things had in them. Everything would be fine as long as she stayed hidden. Maria didn't have much on her, only carrying her lightsaber, blaster, some rations, and a little bit of money. She didn't even bring a change of clothes with her. It was kind of tight where they had shoved her in, but until they reached where they were going, all Maira had to do was sit tight and wait.