Once Tir’s arm was cleaned and reassembled, she simply laid back on her couch and grabbed her freshly repaired datapad to pass the time. Even in the lowest pits of level 3030, there was always no shortage of entertainment of any type, as long as one could access the holonet. Through it, information from the farthest corners of the Empire could make its way to Coruscant, though regardless, Tir still kept an eye on local news and events. Granted, there was not a great variety of media produced in such an impoverished area, and anything that was usually was produced by one of the gangs. There was some independently produced media, like “DJ Dyno’s” station, but it was rare, and still often had its own agenda. However, for the event Tir was reading about now, all sources agreed on one basic fact: Zam’s brothel had been bombed. 

With this development, even Tir was surprised, which was not an easy thing to accomplish. A combination of her strong instincts, and familiarity with the brutality of level 3030, meant that many of the tragedies she witnessed were almost expected. This, however, seemed to come out of nowhere. Zam’s brothel was neutral ground, and up to this point, none of the gangs had shown signs of infringing on that neutrality. Of course, this was assuming that one of the gangs was responsible. Such large scale acts of violence required resources that the gangs had, and were more than willing to use. If there was a new group with those resources, then it would be a disturbing development indeed. 

For Tir, there was no measure of hesitation within her mind on how to react to the news. Immediately, she put away her datapad, gathered up her tool belt, pouches, and weapons, then rushed out of the door. She practically sprinted on the way from her apartment building to her speeder, and was in no less of a hurry on the way to the brothel itself. It was not as if there was any law enforcement to fine her for piloting recklessly. 

Tir landed her speeder as close as was safe to the brothel, or what was left of it. Many of the reports she had read were conflicting in their details, so she had not expected that the brothel would have been reduced entirely to rubble. Granted, the building had not been the most structurally sound on Coruscant, but it still would have taken a high-yield explosion to cause such destruction. There were small crowds of onlookers grouped together nearby, talking amongst themselves, in addition to others who were combing through the rubble; likely friends or family of the brothel’s employees or patrons. With this kind of devastation, the chances of finding survivors was low, but that was not going to stop Tir from making the attempt.