Jedi Master
The plough tilled the hard soil in long neat furrows that ran parallel across the field. Hawk wiped the sweat from his brow with the shirt he had tied around his waist; then he stretched the muscles of his back and poured the last of the water in his canteen over his head. The hot yellow sun had now dipped below the peaks of the purple snow-capped mountains that overlooked the farm, but in its place rose the cooler red sun of the night. There was no true night for months at a time on this strange little world, and while that made growing food rather easy, it made a normal daily routine somewhat more difficult.
Hawk pushed his damp hair out of his face, his fingers brushing over the metallic healing device that the Archivist had placed upon him. It still felt warm upon his temple, and Hawk hoped that meant it was working. At the very least, he had not suffered any temporal shifts since it had been attached to him. In fact, Hawk had barely thought about the past since they had landed here. A quiet life of good honest hard work had likely done them both some good, after their frantic struggles against Mandalorian cults; God-like entities; intergalactic genocidal aliens, and of course Kat's own brother.
Unhitching the plough from the beast that bore it, Hawk set it to one side and placed a basket of food before the creature. He patted its flank before grabbing a second basket, filled with fresh vegetables and grains, and headed back for the homestead.
"Kat," Hawk called as he entered. "How was market?" He continued having sensed she was home.
Hawk pushed his damp hair out of his face, his fingers brushing over the metallic healing device that the Archivist had placed upon him. It still felt warm upon his temple, and Hawk hoped that meant it was working. At the very least, he had not suffered any temporal shifts since it had been attached to him. In fact, Hawk had barely thought about the past since they had landed here. A quiet life of good honest hard work had likely done them both some good, after their frantic struggles against Mandalorian cults; God-like entities; intergalactic genocidal aliens, and of course Kat's own brother.
Unhitching the plough from the beast that bore it, Hawk set it to one side and placed a basket of food before the creature. He patted its flank before grabbing a second basket, filled with fresh vegetables and grains, and headed back for the homestead.
"Kat," Hawk called as he entered. "How was market?" He continued having sensed she was home.
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