Private Food Fair. Fight Food.

[Kas Varad]

On Skye, the Buffets eat you.​

Region: Varada sector
Planet: Skye
Food Festival: The Skye’s the Limit.
Tag: Scherezade deWinter

The Four Festival F’s
Food
Fair
Fight
Food, always twice as much as you need.

Double helpings of free food, with fair prices for more, and later today the fight for food using different targets for thrown vegetables and a steady aim, the great tossing of a certain giant fruit to see how far it would go, was also well known and joked about. Highland clan traditions, given an intergalactic spin. Many cultures were outside on this sunny day, each with their own booth. The planet wasn’t xenophobic but it did have a history of elitism and racism towards its own people. The Highland clans and the lowland clans ruling, with the outland clans deemed genetically inferior.

The Windborn local Dignitary named Valiska was trying to change that reputation by hosting the first intergalactic food festival here. Of all the people that could have come, it was Kas Varad that walked among the stalls. Dressed in a smart but casual thin white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, navy blue trousers and thin black belt, brown Varad boots stomping across new sights. The Mandalorian crusader fresh out of crusades, he was searching for fresh fruit among the different offerings, giving a sniff to some sort of purple apple.

There were other S’kytri here but they were of the progressive mentality, seeking to try new things and vastly outnumbered by the aliens on show. Just a few of the first booths among the many that Kas saw as he walked among the crowds…..

Rodians had an entire line of predatory snacks, some of their hard-shelled Karstag’s with tools to open them up like lobster, as well as slippery Svaper eel stews, and Kuul milk to wash it all down.

Wookiees had a line of Beverages from the sap of the Wroshyr tree, mostly sweet. With a delicacy of mushblooms harvested just at the right time for the taste, and Wookiee-ookiees ready in a small pot to take

The Ithorian stand was the greatest and central piece. Known farmers, few could match their displays, corobb salads, shining liwi fruits, lines of vegetables, behind them the well Ithorian Brandy and Mist drinks. They, of course, were handing out contacts to arrange sales for further farming deals and seemed to be drawing a crowd.

And in the corner with a small, humble farmer's stand, Humans from Haruun had their much sort after Grasser cheeses. An entire selection from wedges, to creamy spreadables, harder grated cheese in pots and a line of sliced ‘windu’ branded slices for sandwiches.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Kas Varad​

It was rare that Scherezade responded to mass marketed advertisements that ended up in her inbox. But with a little bit of down time available to her and the will to do something she'd yet to do before, there was just something about the announcement of the food festival on Skye. Now that her sister was no longer a prisoner of war in the hands of the Outer Planets Alliance, Scherezade had no need to fear going into the Outer Rim. Even if she screwed up big time and accidently burned the planet down, there was no one that could execute her only sister because of it.

SO she'd packed a bag, grabbed a disposable ship, and headed off.

It'd been at least an hour since she'd arrived, and the festival was amazing. She'd never attended a food festival of something that had absolutely nothing to do with the governments she served, and for once, she knew that she could just be there and relax, because if something bad happened, and something bad tended to happen quite often, other people would hold the responsibilities of taking care of it. Not her though. Not today!

Naturally as for any cheese lover, Scherezade found herself stalled at the Haruun's stall. It was their fault really, the entire stall had been dedicated to cheeses, and what was Scherezade is not a lover of cheese? She'd spent the first minutes just standing there and inhaling, taking in the scent of sour socks and fleshy aromas that engulfed her and tickled the insides of her lungs.

When she'd finally managed to release herself from the cheese, and convince herself not to use up all her carrying capacity on cheese stuff from the very first place she visited, the hunting enthusiast made her way towards a stall that offered various sausages. Within seconds, her cheeks poofed like those of a hamster, and the look in her eyes was almost glazy.

Scherezade swallowed the food and made more purchases, pausing along the way only once to hire the service of a droid who would carry the foodstuff to her ship.

Deciding she needed a break from the feeding, the woman figured she could do with some water, and set out to find a stall that offered it.

 

[Kas Varad]

Assembling a mighty but a small bottle bag of minibar inspired alcoholic beverages for later, they rattled around on his belt, if there would soon be any room for cheese stuff or hints of dairy products it might be a minor miracle. One hand holding a strap, his back was now laden with fresh vegetables for the stew later, a mesh net showing the almost glowing Ithorian foodstuffs.

Taking a small swig of a miniature bottle that the Pyke Syndicate might consider tame, Kas pulled back and sniffed the top, tangy, sharp but good. Also doubling as paint thinner if the occasion called for it. Spoiled for choice. Some spicy plant crackers caught his eye to even the odds on his palette, “Blue?” He asked. “Blue.” The large-eyed Bith responded, and he nodded taking a bite, chewing on it. Not bad! Drying his mouth out, water was needed!

The blue water stall surrounded by bubbling fish tanks was from Dac of course. A Mon calamari and a Quarren tenuously making peace long enough to talk through the different brands of water on show. Small tasters even for water! With a couple of free bottles behind each taster to take away.

Deep ocean refined Whaladon water, the third major species on Dac butting their huge noses in even today, absently from afar, via whale-sized holoprojection. It was heavier water but had a wholesome taste. The Mon Calamari seller had cultivated a fine natural spring atop one of their floating islands, and they had gone to great lengths to mimic a truly natural spring. You could taste how distilled the water was, it was too pure and too perfect, sweet though. The Squid-like Quarren being the most disagreeable or disinterested of the three sellers had the best water, good mineral content, from a refreshingly fresh natural ocean current, purified of course. Shame he was a grouch like most of his species.

About then Kas may run into Scherezade deWinter , as he sampled the various small water shots. He loved his drink and water was no exception. “Heavy that one.” Kas remarked on the Whaladon offering. “Got these blue bith crackers,” he munched really getting a taste for them, “but I can’t see a cheese stall anywhere.” Offering a spicy square taste to Scherezade, maybe redoubling her need for water.

Rolling by the pair, some Squibs were carting purple Jogan fruit, the 3ft tall furry canine mouse creatures almost shorter than their cargo, one tipped his hat to Scherezade deWinter before catching up with his runaway dessert. Ammunition for the fruit throwing contests to follow or a mouse-sized meal.

"Kas," he offered his hand.