When he first left mandalore, Venu could never have imagined he would return years later. He could never have imagined that he would be one of those involved in rebuilding it. He could never have imagined the paperwork that meant. A cup of caff steamed in his hands as he strode away from the meeting room. It was a delicate balance of fixing the cities and fixing the ecosystems. Already they’re cleared toxins from a good amount of the soil but that just meant they had to reintroduce the right nutrients for the plants they wanted and begin that planting along with building up the cities now that the earth below them was no longer deadly.
Onwards he went, down the hall and through a fouyer, nodding in greeting to the mandalorians he passed. His com beeped and Venku answered without hesitation.
“Venku here.” His tone was sharp, though more out of business than actual annoyance.
“Hey, we’re waiting for you at the fields.” The voice was unfamiliar, though that aspect was slowly fading.
“Just finished up another meeting, should be there in four minutes.” The comm beeped as the call ended and Venku broke into a jog. It was three minutes to his speeder, but if he ran he could make it in one. He slid into the speeder fifty seconds later. Directing the bike out of the small city, Venku made it to the fields two minutes later.
The fields was a misnomer. They were the furthest part of the Sundari and occupied by an amalgamation of pop up buildings, tents, and canopies. They would be the farmland, but right now the land was just as empty and inhospitable as the rest of the planet. An Avaris Harpyia, the same one that called him not too long ago, waved him over with a clawed hand. “Hey Venku! Any news for the fields?”
Those around the area stopped to watch as Venku approached. It wasn’t until he was right next to the avaris, Kote, that he began to speak. “I’ve got a finalized list of crops and when and how they should be planted. You’ve all been divided into groups and each group will be assigned a job. Groups one two and three will be staking out the plots of land for the different crops. Groups four and five will head to the space port to collect the seeds and sprouts. Be careful not to jostle them. Groups six through nine…” and so it went, Venku delivering orders and directing people around the space until everyone knew their jobs.
“I could have done that you know,” Kote watched Venku with an expression that wasn’t quite pitty but wasn’t quite worry either.
“I was headed this way anyway. I’ve got to go check on the spaceport.” The avian mandalorian frowned after him, wings fidgeting on his back. “You should be taking a break every now and then.”
“I’m fine.” The words were harsh perhaps to harsh and Venku took a gulp of his caff to cover up the regret he instantly felt. Kote only sighed. “Well, if I can’t convince you not to then at least her mink something other than caff.” He offered only a nod in response as he ignited the speeders engine. He said nothing of the four cups of caff in the trash from this morning or the two more thermoses he had tucked away in the saddle bag.
In the end, there was surprisingly little he could get those at the space port, a dramatic name for what currently consisted of a few pop up buildings and the bones of permanent ones now that the soil was livable. He could bring them nothing and had no more deliveries after this and so topping off his thermos he shut off the speeder and got to work. He had no practical experience in building and so he helped move materials, mostly with the force as he could carry something almost as heavy as him that way. On he worked, ignoring the voices of those around him except for directions on what goes where. That was until those voices began calling about a ship. His current load settled to the ground and Venku turned to watch the ship approach and land among the others.
Xan Deesa
Onwards he went, down the hall and through a fouyer, nodding in greeting to the mandalorians he passed. His com beeped and Venku answered without hesitation.
“Venku here.” His tone was sharp, though more out of business than actual annoyance.
“Hey, we’re waiting for you at the fields.” The voice was unfamiliar, though that aspect was slowly fading.
“Just finished up another meeting, should be there in four minutes.” The comm beeped as the call ended and Venku broke into a jog. It was three minutes to his speeder, but if he ran he could make it in one. He slid into the speeder fifty seconds later. Directing the bike out of the small city, Venku made it to the fields two minutes later.
The fields was a misnomer. They were the furthest part of the Sundari and occupied by an amalgamation of pop up buildings, tents, and canopies. They would be the farmland, but right now the land was just as empty and inhospitable as the rest of the planet. An Avaris Harpyia, the same one that called him not too long ago, waved him over with a clawed hand. “Hey Venku! Any news for the fields?”
Those around the area stopped to watch as Venku approached. It wasn’t until he was right next to the avaris, Kote, that he began to speak. “I’ve got a finalized list of crops and when and how they should be planted. You’ve all been divided into groups and each group will be assigned a job. Groups one two and three will be staking out the plots of land for the different crops. Groups four and five will head to the space port to collect the seeds and sprouts. Be careful not to jostle them. Groups six through nine…” and so it went, Venku delivering orders and directing people around the space until everyone knew their jobs.
“I could have done that you know,” Kote watched Venku with an expression that wasn’t quite pitty but wasn’t quite worry either.
“I was headed this way anyway. I’ve got to go check on the spaceport.” The avian mandalorian frowned after him, wings fidgeting on his back. “You should be taking a break every now and then.”
“I’m fine.” The words were harsh perhaps to harsh and Venku took a gulp of his caff to cover up the regret he instantly felt. Kote only sighed. “Well, if I can’t convince you not to then at least her mink something other than caff.” He offered only a nod in response as he ignited the speeders engine. He said nothing of the four cups of caff in the trash from this morning or the two more thermoses he had tucked away in the saddle bag.
In the end, there was surprisingly little he could get those at the space port, a dramatic name for what currently consisted of a few pop up buildings and the bones of permanent ones now that the soil was livable. He could bring them nothing and had no more deliveries after this and so topping off his thermos he shut off the speeder and got to work. He had no practical experience in building and so he helped move materials, mostly with the force as he could carry something almost as heavy as him that way. On he worked, ignoring the voices of those around him except for directions on what goes where. That was until those voices began calling about a ship. His current load settled to the ground and Venku turned to watch the ship approach and land among the others.
Xan Deesa
