Public Terraforming- An Outpost- Tatooine

[Chaos_Cat]

Terraforming- An Outpost- Tatooine

I've been through the desert...
In the desert, it's hot and unforgiving.​

After a long evening of rest the small cave dweller returns home to their cave after purchasing a few shovels. A pack is set down and they set to work digging out the dust and sand making a divot outside the cavern. The arduous task is set upon with vigor but rest and hydration is given priority. Samples of the dirt deeper down are taken out and moved in to the old containers that have now been cut in half.

Slowly but surely the dirt is driven up and packed in to the containers for later. The starter tray Tempo had built for seedlings and saplings a waistline with some rich soil brought over from the woodland area's of Corelia. Some biological refuse materials is added to the soil t o help enrich it along with spores from a few particular types of mushrooms. A cage like object groves over top the trays and a tarp and hose are a fixed to them... They are watered thrice a a day and put near the entrance of the cave in, in direct sun light. The tarps were semi transparent and thick to keep the water from evaporating creating a miniatures, wet atmosphere for the plants to grow in... like a mini green house.

The next construction project lay in pieces upon the work bench... a luxury for certain her eon Tatooin brought over from a trip to the Anaxes. Several sheefs of parchment and papers littered the table with various designs for a bee hive. Diagrams and notes were tacked up to the wall for study on the Bee culture and life cycle off to the right was similar set for various butterflies... Scraps of notes and research gatherings dictating the importance of pollinators. The best way to describe the cave was organized chaos. Often times the day would remain mostly closed up with a small section of the fall wall moved aside so the seed trays could get that indirect sun light. In the evenings and cooler times was when the young, short figure set to work...

In another section a set of droid parts were laid out with plans on improving the mining capabilities of one. Various other schematics and plans littered this particular work bench involving wind, and solar energy converters to help power a generator. Slow and steady through a plethora of things to keep idle hands busy each project was with in it's beginning stages of life.

As the month cycle draws to an end the cave dweller returns once again as the twin suns of Tatooine settle beyond the horizon. They have a few trinkets from the up turned desert and settle them out on the work bench for Prometheus to help get cleaned. Supplies are unloaded from the speeder bike and set to stacks and placed under a canvas tarp. Jugs of water are unloaded and the plant trays are watered with care and concern. Tempo is careful to eye them over and ensure they aren't over watering them. By now each new tray was being cared for an the small 'green houses' were finally being compiled. However the terraces above would need work yet still to continue clearing the stone away.

Once supplies and typical maintenance was done Tempo set to work checking up on the mining droids that were busily hacking in to the stones of the caves and emptying them out building further down in to the dense stone expanding the cavern's space. Stone was cut forth with care however due to the careful instruction Tempo had given. No bit of material would go to waste. The stone being essentially queried would make good liners to go around the plant divets on the terrace over head. The stone out liners would ensure the built up divets wouldn't wash away as well. With the quarried stone being taken out in blocks they were transpired out side and up wards.

The front of the Cave had started taking on a more patch work junkyard sort of feel due to the nature of this out post. The extra droids that were built to help out sure did help with the numerous projects that were being complied here and there allowing the project plan to grow surely and steadily. Steaks and rope were set out front along with a salvaged Skull from the Bone Yard. It was set out front either as a warning or decorative piece. Three moisture vaporators now graced the land out side with a simple sign set out near one.

A few canisters and plastic cups and canteens are left out by this particular Moisture Vaporator allowing visitors a reprieve from the desert's sweltering heat if so desired.


Tempo had a new task for Prometheus to fulfill and moved to bring the droid several stacks of materials for the job at hand. It was time to start building Hydro Ponic troughs for the Hydro gardens... It would be a good way to start some of the plants as well out here and have some back ups in the mean time. This was the first and fore most the new section of cave built in to the stone would be dedicated to. For now Rearranging equipment and ensuring power and getting things in an orderly fashion is a priority as the Cavern starts to become Hallowed out.

True Shot is given some maintenance repair and restocked with thermal cartridge to be able to patrol the cave and front work space in case of dangers. Tempo queries if Hill needs anything before they decide to head back out and visit town for some extra salvage and some research in to just who may be selling a freighter.

They take some time for a small break to just step back and take a look at the place, eyeing her over. This 'Dug Out' certainly seemed pretty patch work with scrap metal and canvas making make shift shade sectors out front. Perhaps in a place like Corelia this would appear like an old run down work shop made from scavenged scrap heaps but here in Tatooine; this was like a small Oasis that dotted the heated sandy wastelands. All and all the small lavender haired desert rat seemed satisfied with the progression of this work load. The small struggle for life here in the harsh lands continued fairly uneventfully as such for a time.

Any strangers to these lands that would happen upon this out post would have had to have been from Anchorhead, traveling the desert plains; Either that, hopelessly lost and in dire straights.

Far from the fringes of town, a sizeable cavern now rests carved into the side of stone cliffs. A set of heavy blast doors painted with warm earth tones designates an entrance among the stone. Several moisture vaporators speckle the landscapes and terraces. Various tarps and shades are scattered about and one workstation sits atop a stone terrace higher up. A large creature's skull rests in the sand against a stone wall. From the top of its maw hangs a worn beaten metal sign that sways in the winds.


The sign reads:


' It's a hot, hot world out there! Take a drink'


The skull rests pressed alongside a strange-looking altered moisture vaporator with a fountain with several old battered cups resting about on the edge of the stone basin. Upon close inspection of the large skull coupled with knowledge of local fauna one might discern it to be a skull from a rather small, juvenile Krayt dragon.

A curious sight might be the various potted plants, which are planted in the shade provided by tarp canopies overhead. Plants weren't typically seen let alone in this desolate section of the desert. Tall cliffs offered protection from the sun during most daytime hours but at night they were the only source of light besides the star-light, sporting flood lights and other tech pinned up high. The little vegetation in this area was tended to by a loving hand. The evidence of someone living here in the desert could be found all around this strange outpost.

While the cavern otherwise looked abandoned, it had been occupied for some time. This was evidenced by the various signs of habitation and the fact that the supply crates left behind indicated a regular supply route for food and water to arrive. Workbenches rested in the shade here or there.

A small T-3 unit was one curiosity thought perhaps to have been a design lost to the annals of time whirred about near a workbench outside. Such a strange bit of equipment in truth. It held a destination plate that looked as if it had been recently refurbished which read ' D-A-R-W-I-N'.

Aurel Reyna

 

[Korn Kray'ac]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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Bloody bantha balls. The wound hurt more than it bled; a scrape across the chest, clean and true. He breathed while gritting teeth; in, out, steady. The bandage wrapped around his torso compressed and kept his flesh, but some blood was seeping through. It was drying, but beneath it the liquid was wet and sticky.

What I would give for a bacta patch. Bereft of medkit, even of a band-aid, the fabric of his clothing had to suffice. He had to survive. He would, he knew it, for it was no fatal injury. Then again, it would be, if he was left to wander this desert without medicine or water for much longer. Getting lost on sand, attacked by two merciless suns, meant you were gone and you were dead. I am dead. Yet, a dead man walked.

Forward, onward, he wandered, he trekked, aimless in direction, waiting for a miracle to save him. In the distance, blurring between pillars of stone, perhaps there was an oasis, or a mirage that betrayed his gaze and senses; green dots between the rock. His vision was hazy. He had a headache; another scrape on his head where blood was caked into his hair, long and loose in the breeze that teased with heat.

Is that salvation I see..? The man sighed, squinted eyes, tried to perceive the structure further ahead. Or is hell simply laughing at me? Still, it was the only thing his feet could reach. He had no ship, no speeder, no backpack, no blaster, no comlink or book to read and no chewing gum for that matter. His attackers were surely sharing laughter behind his back, far away and hard at play.

May a krayt dragon take them. Maybe they would fall prey to one. That would still be a miracle, but that’s all this warrior turned adventurer and in turn beggar could hope to be offered. Quit your pitying and keep moving. So the man moved, with little more than dirty boots, sweaty pants, a ripped shirt and a poncho to show on his person.

He licked his lips, chapped and void of spit, and every attempt to swallow was like grains of sand were stuck in his throat. The back of his hand wiped sweat from his brow; somehow he still had enough fluids in him to produce it. Blasted wind. It was arid instead of cool and soothing.

Finally, and no thanks to the Force or the ancestors of Mandalore, the man managed to find himself staring at a cave that was made by hand throughout its expanse. A minor settlement, and outpost of some sort, fitted and equipped with workbenches and crates. And…plants… Perhaps the owner was a gardener on the wrong planet. On the other hand, the specks of green he had seen on the horizon proved to be true. I’m not dead yet.

A skull ahead. It wasn’t a bantha’s. It was a dragon’s. That much was obvious. However, it was what swayed beneath the skull’s teeth that stole the man’s eyes: a sign. Damn right it’s hot. A drink sounded promising. Coughing into the wind, the man blinked down at red spit on his fist. Right. My ribs. Two or a few were likely broken. Kriff it.

“He-...” He trailed off. Words are hard. Letters were like daggers in his throat. “...Hello..? Anybody..?” He could hardly shout. He looked around. Was anyone home? He wouldn’t wait. The wounded wanderer began to approach the doors of the home built in stone, and would pound it with his fists until someone came out.

Chaos_Cat

 

[Chaos_Cat]

The proximity sensors went off and woke the cavern's occupant far before the man reached the dusty doors. Typically Tempo worked at night and slept through the brutal days. He conserved his energy this way and found it far easier to work.


After having confirmed this uninvited guest was not the typical hostile from his wrist com interface he begrudgingly fell out of his bed with a thud. Shaking his head and rubbing at large pink eyes Tempo drowsily radioed instructions to both Prometheus and Darwin.


"Dawrin, get the doors for our guest; Prometheus clear off the workbench in the parlor. " Tempo called as he dressed before tapping in a code to lock his bedside locker, slipping Clicker into a hidden holster.

Tempo could tell from the surveillance system cameras that were linked to his wrist interface the man was injured. He moved fast enough despite having just woken up and stepped into his powered boots. He pushed the climate control up to make it hotter inside. It was now a brisk 60°F, or 15°C. Such a cold climate might make his guest suffer some form of thermal shock due to the difference so mitigating that now would be best. He hit a vacuum button on the wall that expelled the cool air out; this was a system used commonly in science labs for other problems. But it brought in a good bit of heated air from outside.


Tempo approached the front parlor fetching a red bag and dropped it on the workbench. He fetched a bucket of water from a sink before proceeding to the front doors.

That odd-looking T3 unit whirred won from one of the sloped terraces up high and came on down to the bleeding man. It made some sounds in droid binary code at him before sticking a spike into the access panel of the door and the door decompressed before they slid open.

Tempo simply doused the water on the fellow that was at the front as the doors opened up. He had been doused from the top of his head and upper neck and shoulders.


"Take a seat on the table," Tempo instructed simply and pointed in the direction of such a location. the table was a workbench that had been cleared off by Prometheus- a protocol droid that was standing by setting out objects from the red bag that looked like medical supplies.


Tempo was fairly less dressed than usual as this was his home, he was wearing his body suit, heavy canvas cargo pants, his gloves, powered boots, and little else. He looked like a delicate stealth creature with long lavender hair well combed and shiny, like silk. It was braided back and out of the way and he held a 'Victorian rose' floral scent about him. It was certainly an odd thing to find someone so clean and free from dust in the middle of the desert.


"Should I be expecting more company?" Tempo asked.


There was another workbench nearby that held parts from a dissected HK unit in pieces littered the table. It looked like whatever project was on this table indicated had been cleared aside for the man to sit. Prometheus turned on the work lamps which lit up the darkened caver rather well putting lights on the table.

Die Shize Korn Kray'ac

 

[Korn Kray'ac]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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In truth, the twin suns of Tatooine could have gone supernova and still the man might have only heard his own head pulsing between his ears. He heard the sensors only after he began his approach, and decided against worrying about them too much. He had come this far already. Forward. Always.

Always forward. An alarm system was a promising thing, suggesting this settlement was far from dead. Hopefully its owner doesn’t come out arms blazing. Either way, it was too late. He was already dead, though it was definitely flesh that cameras would see from overhead. The remnants of a body, at least.

Just then, some metallic contraption appeared beside the man’s head. The sudden emergence of the droid was enough to startle him as both turned. “Kriff my tits!” As if irony were his goddess, he clenched his teeth as his chest wound bit into his skin. The droid wasn’t going to eat his shins, at least.

Instead, his little metal friend beep-booped and quickly moved to open the door for him. At last… The man breathed renewed ease, half-expecting an old man dressed in tan fatigues to stand at the doorway with a cup of water in hand. I shall have—

-SPLASH!-

“GAAAAHHHH!!”

Was he being attacked!? The cool water was certainly welcome if unexpected, and he felt a fool as he stood dripping more liquid than sweat. Some of it got behind his lips, coating his throat, wetting his whistle, letting him speak with more confidence.

“Do you toss water on all your guests, sir!?” He looked right, looked left, between sink and bucket. “...Do it again.”

His host just then beckoned for him to take a seat. Right. My injury. Er…injuries… Honestly, this man had been hurt more times than he could count, and mathematics for someone like him was like acrobatics for a Hutt—to be dramatic about it.

Never too proud to receive some medicine, however, the man navigated his way over to the designated table to sit as bidden. The protocol droid was right beside him. Another droid. More than two. It made sense too—if you were a reclusive scientist sand hermit person. Then again…

The man began taking in his host turned rescuer and doctor with more focus. Pointy ears… Sephi, maybe? Pink hair…shiny…hair stylist for hire in his spare time… That face. This was no man. He’s a boy.

“Hm?” The only man in the room blinked, having been distracted after the boy had asked him his question. “Nope. Only me.” He might have said maybe, perhaps, if the di’kuts who did this to him came back to finish the job. That, though, was quite unlikely.

His eyes roamed over the water again while a hand wiped drips and drops from his countenance. Water. He was thirsty. Hungry. And hurting. There was only one beverage up for the task at hand, however, as the man began to unfasten his garments to grant access to his injuries.

“Got any vodka?” He hoped for the best but would settle for less. “Whiskey, at least?” Please please please.

Chaos_Cat

 

[Chaos_Cat]

Tempo took in the swarthy dusty blood soaked man in all his injured glory for several moments and stepped back to let the man enter.

"I don't really have 'guests' out here." he chirped lightly. "You might be the first if you don't count jawas." Tempo trailed as he padded back to the sink with practiced ease. His boots seemed to let him move rather quickly with ease of effort. A second bucket of water was prompt poured over the man. What a rare commodity especially on a dust ball such as Tatooine was rather enthusiastically tossed over the man.

"Do you want to... take a bath?" Tempo asked next. To think something that might be considered a rare luxury here only the wealthy or lucky moister farmers might have the opportunity at having, being offered out of common decency. Or perhaps it was because this small pointed eared youth didn't want this filthy man making his homey cave home just as filthy. With how liberally he doused him with water despite being inside it might have been hard to say.

His ears twitched hearing the reply that he shouldn't be expecting any unfriendlies and closed the front door- or rather the two blast doors that made entrance to this odd cave-carved home.

Prometheus was the one to pick up any discarded clothing or gear the man shed aside like skin from a snake.

Tempo disappeared in to a darker dim lit section of the cave before returning and fetching him a glass with water in it and offering it to him.

"I'm sorry does this look like a cantina to you?" He asked and flashed him an oddly toothy grin with fangs sported on the top and bottom of his mouth. He settled those red slitted eyes on the main event of injuries on his chest. He did douse a cloth with rubbing alcohol and cleaned at the edges of what he could see. He took a spray bottle with antiseptic to flush out the founds and worked on cleaning the gashes he could see tenderly so despite having clawed little fingers with long nails that tapered in to points.

"So stranger- to whom do I owe the pleasure of company to?" Tempo asked his name though not giving his own just yet.

He was impossibly small framed and short... he was very short especially in comparison to the beastly tall fellow before him.
Bacta spray was applied next once the wounds were clean of debris and flushed. A few gauze bandages were produced next.

"Sir; he looks to be in need of stitches. " Prometheus pointed out.

"Oh... how lovely." Tempo chirped in a scratchy squeaky voice. he was an odd sounding creature but not too odd. his voice was certainly distinctive.

"Remain still." The smaller ordered as he pressed lightly above the most serious of gashes and it grew warm and tingly for a few moments as a glowing sort of light emanated. It was a bit painful but the flesh was encouraged to grown and knit together in a small portion. this by no means healed the wound entirely but it lessened the severity of it.

"Pro try and find our 'guest' some fresh linens from one of the cargo crates in the loading bay- something must fit him."

"Yes right away sir." The odd patch worked protocol droid started off and disappeared in to the darkened recesses of the cave home.

Die Shize Korn Kray'ac

 

[Korn Kray'ac]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

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The man looked around the what’s-a-hut of a cave, biting his lip, both from the pain his beaten body was in and the agony of thinking. Did this place look like a cantina? Disassembled assassin droid lying splayed. Protocol droid staring me in the face. Utility droid turned butler. Workbenches. “I’d say this looks more like a tinkerer’s workshop. All the more reason to drink, mate.” He blinked. “Except when the owner is underage.”

In the end, the surgeon's patient was served alcohol, albeit not the kind he had in mind. He winced at the touch and the rub; two verbs that might remind him of a bathtub on Zeltros. A man’s mind tended to wander when it came to doctors. They served their purpose but a warrior served his after the fact when back on the battlefield. Warrior. Is that what you still call yourself?

“Korn.” He answered, short and brief, not wasting energy on words that were meaningless. Of Clan Kray’ac. That much was kept in his head. Just ‘Korn’ then. This might have been the part where it was Korn’s turn to ask his would be savior’s name, but he wasn’t as fazed. Names held little weight until they mattered, and right now they were just two strangers in a room.

As the boy moved, Korn kept his gaze glued to the motions, showing no further pain on his face. His wounds were being cleaned, the bacta he needed was finally applied, and the band-aids followed, more or less.

There was more than one scrape, though, as Dr. Proto further observed. Some of Korn’s wounds were graver than others. “Stitches, ribs, a pound of flesh and a shot of knock-me-out to wash it all down.”

He kept still but his tongue did not. “Kark.” Korn expressed as the boy’s hand went to his chest. That was the nastiest of the man’s slashes. “Bastard nerfkriffer cut me with a vibroknife. Might’ve taken my life. But it looks like the stars still want this dastardly handsome guy alive.”

He smiled wide, though behind his playfully proud lips his teeth ground from the pain he was once again in while being stitched and knitted like a dissected kitten. Gods I need that shot. “I will wear anything but a kilt.” He called after Pro. “Jeans are more my thing.”

His pants, however, were in better shape than his shirt, but his poncho was his main concern. Korn gestured toward the red garment, pointing at the tear where that knife had slashed. “Might you stitch this too while you’re at it, my good lad?” He looked as hopeful as when he had asked about that vodka. Then again, his hope had been swiftly rewarded with a bowl of rubbing alcohol.

Chaos_Cat

 

[Chaos_Cat]

Tempo frowned upon hearing that comment about being underage. He didn't bother asking questions, instead, he just moved quickly to the canted crate, rummaging through the boxes and containers that lay within. "Just a moment..."

His long ears twitched and he looked over at that name. " Korn? You don't nearly look golden enough." he mused aloud more so a thought of his own mistakenly given voice. He drew out a metal tray from the box and padded back toward the sink area. He rummaged around clanking and banging a few things as he worked in the 'kitchen' area which sat in the corner. A bowl with some fresh fruit which was cut up was set on the metal tray. A cup of some creamy blue colored stuff was placed on the tray next soon followed by a few wrapped packets of lemon biscuits, next came Some protein in the manner of some kind of eggs that were cooked and fried up with some other kind of meaty protein before being added to a plate. there was a whirring loud mixing sound from a machine and an electrolyte-enhanced citrus juice with sweetener and ice was added. It was cooked on a metal pan rather swiftly much akin to what a short-order chef could do. A cup of herbal tea was placed on the tray next.
The food was all very ~fancy~ for such short notice, but Tempo felt that the man would appreciate it.

"So what exactly happened to you? You're not an escaped convict, right? How long have you been in the desert like that?" The questions came quickly showing his inquisitively curious nature. "You said it was a vibro dagger yeah? Did you get caught cheating at pazzak?" He had no problem being nosy and asking all kinds of questions. "Or was it some super jealous wife who caught you making eyes as some cute twilek at the cantina? If that last one you're lucky that's all that happened~"

Prometheus had returned whilst Tempo busied himself in the 'kitchen' potion of the cavern-like home. The protocol droid had a basket with simple clothing: loose-fitting robe-like tops that tethered together inside, and some durable pale-colored fatigues. There was a soft material body suit meant as undergarments wear as well as some fresh clean towels, washcloths, a bar of soap, a canister of some skin-care gel for sunburns, a comb, a toothbrush and tooth-cleaning gel, a safety razor, personal deodorizer, and a fresh pair of socks.

"Here we go." Tempo said as he took the tray over to the bedside.

Although Tempo hadn't used any actual stitches to heal that wound-- a fact Korn might become privy to should he inspect the wound later on. Tempo did look at the shred of cloth that was the man's poncho and discerned it as if he were a mother looking over a child's beloved stuffed animal with a tear. He moved to pick it up and looked it over turning it this way and that. "I could perhaps put this back together," Tempo stated having set the tray next to him on the table.

He took a seat on the couch across from Korn and beckoned Prometheus to fetch him a small box with sewing materials. A tin box meant for biscuits was given to the purple-haired imp-like boy.

This portion of the cavern home was open and odd like a workplace rather than a living room but an old couch was present here. There were several other work tables about and two speeders in here almost like a garage, there was also a speeder bike in here which looked like it saw the most use. Plants haphazardly lined the front entrance where the blast doors were. All the workbenches could be moved with relative ease but looked rather substantial.

"Yes sir- will you need anything further? Your sleep schedule is interrupted. Will you be rested enough for this evening's job?" Prometheus questioned.

Tempo blinked realizing his droid companion was right. He forgot all about the busy work he was supposed to do come nightfall in lieu of this unexpected guest.

"I will worry about that later. " Tempo stated after some thought. " Pro take his attire and see to it they get cleaned. " Tempo chirped and the odd-looking protocol droid did just that.

"Down the hall, second door on the right is my room. I have a bath and shower in there if you want to freshen up. The first door on the right is a vacant bedroom if you want to lie down and get some rest. " Tempo offered. He busied himself with trimming or folding back rough edges of the garment and pinning it where it needed to be making plans for a panel to help patch it back up nice and neat. He would need to pin everything where it should go before taking it to a machine for stitching.

Korn Kray'ac

 

[Korn Kray'ac]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

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Perhaps the happiest aspect of the doctor’s speech was speaking about perhaps stitching the man’s garment back together again. Indeed, that red poncho meant more to him than three droids and a boy would ever guess—though Korn would never confess.

Questions were asked, one after the other and as rapid as a heart attack, but they were far removed from the tune of a man breaking his fast.

Korn, the doctor’s patient, was impatient and didn’t wait as he ate, with no delay in burying his face within the tray of packets of lemon biscuits quicker than an insane writer ferrying their way from beginning to end of a run-on sentence—whatever that meant.

Something something what happened to Korn? Something something escaped convict. Something something desert dagger Twi’lek in a cantina and a Pazaak cheater. Yet, all Korn heard was the sound of his teeth chomping down on meaty protein, followed by sippy lips on juice—tea too.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh” Korn ahhhhhhhhhhh’d. “Man I am famished.” He burped. “Er, I was, rather.” Hiccuped. Would gladly trade juice and tea for vodka but too late, mate. Then again, there was the egg. “THE EGG.”

He swiftly seized the egg between his teeth and swallowed heartily. I have readied my breakfast and ate hearty for, tonight, I have dined in hell. “Well,” Korn licked his lips. “I dare say, mate, going to sleep on a fresh bed sounds like the end of a nightmare and the beginning of a sweet dream…”

He looked right, looked left. The room suddenly began to spin. He had the memory of a man who had lost a lot of blood, despite the not-quite-stitches, along with being starved and dehydrated and generally wounded before the music of food and drink on tongue and teeth.

“I should indeed like to shower…for I stink as bad as a flower that a Wookiee just peed on, but—”

-THUNK!-

In that very moment, Korn fell back and hit his head on the operating bed, and then his whole world went black as he passed out and made no further sound.

Chaos_Cat

 

[Chaos_Cat]

[Soft Sounds]
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Tempo watched the man devour the meager meal with voracious appetite. he watched as he looked about before suddenly passing out. Tempo winced hearing that aloud thunk as he hit the work bench made operation table.

"I'm not a real medic... " Tempo concluded, murmuring aloud more so talking to himself at this point.

This man was likely far too heavy for him to move himself so he hopped up and moved to fetch further assistance.
"I wonder if this is what it's like to have kids..."

One of the mining droids could certainly preform some heavy lifting. But before he went that far Tempo fetched Prometheus and requested his assistance. He wasn't sure if it was the dehydration or blood loss but chalked it up to both.

In a bit more than short order with the assistance of Prometheus and one of the three mining droids Tempo had Korn's other wounds treated. He had an IV plugged in to him and was given a rather meticulous sponge bath. His cleaned and treated corpse- no he was still alive- body was moved from the work space carefully i to the 'guest room'. The bedding was soft and the room was cool. The IV was left attached and Prometheus was commanded to watch over the man. The fresh clothing and other objects had been placed in this room in that same basket on the bed side table.

When Korn would awake again he would be treated to a somber dull light show that faded across the ceiling as colorful fiber-optics laced the black velvet-ed roof liner in here making it look like a glimmering night sky over head. The room smelled sweetly of freak baked goods -- mainly because a tray was left in here on a coffee table for Korn along with a large canteen of unknown liquid.

It would seem whilst he was out his 'doctor' had taken the liberty of grooming him rather thoroughly and shaved his face, and around any wounds. He was however put in bed in all his full natural glory. A light blanket was all that was leaving him his modesty at this point. Soft somber sounds of a cool breeze and the soft droning of waves crashing along the shore emanated from a speaker in this room. There was a screen mounted up high on a wall near the ceiling.

Prometheus was close by tending to what minor medical tasks he could to keep their new guest stabilized.
Korn Kray'ac

 

[Korn Kray'ac]

Spoiler: Music

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The man had been in great pain, though he would never say so with his face save for the odd wince and glimpse of a headache. That was then. When he woke up again after falling asleep for stars knew how long, that skull-splitting throbbing was far gone, and the man found himself gawking at the ceiling.

Am I…dreaming..? Blinking was all he could do to keep from thinking, or from fading away into a deep sleep again; a memory of yesterday since spent. Stars were far away, glittering with a nebula between them; blue on black, like a man’s bruise, and he had more than two, more than a few.

So…pretty… Twinkling, twinkling little stars. He breathed in, steady, breathed out, sweaty. No. Odd. He was not. He was dry, cleaned and groomed, and while he did want to move he knew he could despite his wounds. Stitches or superglue, he felt renewed. Is this…heaven..? It couldn’t be hell. Am I…dead..? Asked a man in a bed.

A hand went to his face as if to wipe away his questions. Kark me sideways. Is this face shaven!? He had been working on that stubble for days on end! He looked right, looked left, saw no rent-a-doctor but instead the boy’s whozitwotzit of a protocol droid.

“Popo…Promo?…no…” His speech was weak. Right. He took a drink from the canteen and didn’t think about the taste as long as he could speak. “Proto…” Korn blinked, feeling his chest and in between his legs. “...Where are my clothes?”

The droid pointed toward the basket on the table. The fabric felt real enough so apparently Korn wasn't living in some fable. Then again, that's all reality is...a bad dream... Blinking the idea away, he sat up, pressing his bare back against the wall as the blanket lowered to reveal his bandages.

"I wish to speak to your master about certain..." You're not a Mandalorian anymore, Korn. He ignored the noise of his own voice. "...Matters."

Chaos_Cat

 

[Chaos_Cat]

The protocol droid seemed to come to life when Korn started to stir. "Oh you are awake! How marvelous!" He pattered.

"Prometheus is what my Master decided to rename me- or 'Pro' for short; However, my original designation was PR-0807. I am a conglomeration of spare parts primarily from an RA-7 inventory droid, and an ASP-7 labor droid among other 'worth while' finds. My functions range from Enlightened Interpersonal Relations, Data Inventory Management & Retrial, Data Analyst and Statistics Theory & Application, [ERROR: MISSING PARAMETERS- REDACTED FROM DATABASE], Diagnostic Analysis, Basic Information Systems, Advanced Programming, Artificial Intelligence, Handwriting Recognition, Handwriting Synthesis, Visualization Analysis, and many more specialized programs. The most recent addition, Greeting Protocol."

Prometheus turned his photoceptors towards Korn. "You are very lucky to have me here with you, Sir; " he said in his dry voice. "I will be your personal assistant for the duration of my Master's Mission. He is away at present attending to a job. If all goes well I approximate his arrival will be within the next two hours. The master has left nutriance for you here on the table and has had your affects tended to. Your belongings are in the foot locker the the foot of your bed."

The bed Korn was on was supper soft and plush with amazingly soft downy like comforter blanket on silken sheets. Perhaps in the heat it would be awful but it did well to keep him cozy and warm in the brisk temperatures of this climate controlled cave home. Touching the cold stone floor would certainly be a rousing experience. The bed was like a thick slow rising sponge and held no hard spots Korn could discern. It practically hugged his form under his weight. Everything was fresh and clean.

Should he decide to explore the foot locker he would find his belongings clean and mended - detailed cleaned at that with a tipped cotton swab and even oiled or conditioned. Everything would be there not a thing was missing.

Prometheus stepped to tun on the lights lightening them from a dimmer switch slowly as not to shock the man with the brightness. The ebb and flow of surf sounds slowed and hushed fading to silence.

"How are you feeling now sir?" Prometheus asked. " It must be wonderful to have emotions and sensation. " Promethus added his thoughts on the matter.

"Your wounds are recovering nicely from what my scans have determined" He moved to assist Korn with removing his IV.
Korn Kray'ac

 

[Korn Kray'ac]

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Good golly molly Proyo could talk with that voice of his. It made sense given he was a protocol droid. While he spoke, Korn just lay there struggling to follow, catching something about an AK-47, a conglomeration of discombobulation, and a whole lot of boring snoring. Somebody stick a needle in my skin again. Put me to bed. He was already in bed, of course, but would gladly close the door on his head again and be laid to rest.

Nope. Not dead yet. Thanks to Probo or ‘Pro’ for short, for sure, and his not-a-doctor of a master. “Lucky indeed,” Korn sarcastically agreed. My own personal assistant. Slit my wrists if this is it. Blowing through his lips, the maybe-a-Mandalorian realized he was being grumpy considering he was a guest to two hosts who had shown him nothing but respect, had given him medicine, food to chew and drink to drink. Gods I need a kriffing drink.

Even whiskey would do. For now, it was all he could do to lie down with his back to the wall while Pro stood tall and talked about his master’s job. Two hours. Not long at all. The man was a medical patient, in a way, and was still healing so would happily wait at leisure for Popo’s master.

The droid mentioned a foot at the foot of the foot but Korn was too busy yawning, stretching and sighing against the terribly too comfortable bedsheets. The pillow was amazing and left little debating as to whether he could fall asleep in the middle of the droid’s one-sided conversation.

From being left for dead on the long hot sand…to being clean as a spring on a cloud’s bed…out of the frying pan and into the drying hand of man and metal… There were some poetic words in there somewhere but Korn was too short a brain cell to be poetic enough to show it.

The dark room got a bit brighter, steadily, and suddenly Korn was that much more aware of how hospitable his host, singular and plural, was being for this disabled soul. “Feeling better,” he smiled, genuinely pleased. “I am grateful for your hospitality. Truly.”

He thought about Pro’s words while the droid removed his IV in turn. “Emotions…” The word was bittersweet on the man’s lips, trapped between his teeth. He was suddenly hit with a memory. Maybe it was from his sleep, a dream he didn’t remember, his experience with being near death yet again, but he remembered. All the best memories are hers...

“Not always.” Korn offered simply, staring into the distance, even if that meant looking at the ornaments and equipment of his bedroom while seeing through them as if they were nothing, and he was no one.

“There is the sensation of pain that I do not recommend.” Agony. Anguish. “Humans and sentients like me have the luxury of emotion, Polo, but it comes with a price…” High and steep. “There is that feeling of regret, of grief, like when you can’t help but remember someone you love, and lost as well…a friend…because you were a complete idiot.”

He blinked the memory away. “What can I say?” Korn grinned. “Some wounds heal better than others, and sometimes I wonder what life would be like as a droid.”

Chaos_Cat

 

[Chaos_Cat]

Prometheus sounded excited to hear his patient was felling better. "That is most wonderful news Sir! We will get you up and running in no time once we finish rehabilitation procedures. I hope to one day have emotions programmed in to me. " The droid stated which may have felt or sounded odd because ' Hope' in away was an emotion.

"You speak with the wisdom of a Sage sir, if you do not mind me being so bold to state. If it comes at any consultation it has been said and marked by many species that time heals the wounds we can not see. " Prometheus explained.

"I was named after an archaic and ancient work of fictitious writings which origin's verily seem to have been for teaching young-lings of morality; Prometheus was said to have been the creator of man. Prometheus was punished by the gods for giving the gifts of Fire to man. Zeus was outraged by Prometheus' theft of fire and so gave the Titan an eternal punishment. Prometheus was chained to a rock and Zeus sent an eagle to eat the Titan's immortal liver. Even worse, the liver re-grew every night and the eagle returned each day to perpetually torment Prometheus.After many painful years Zeus offered Prometheus his freedom if he hid the knowledge of fire from man Prometheus refused this offer and sacrificed himself for his creation to flourish and prosper with the knowledge of fire. It would seem some things are worth what pains they bring. " Prometheus stated.

The protocol droid moved to turn on the screen which played a broad cast of the holonet news station Tempo typically listened to. "Perhaps some entertainment will ease your troubled mind. " Prometheus offered. " The master stated you may make your self at home but has deemed you may be granted access every where but the loading bay. He has prohibited access to the loading bay whilst he is away. His reasoning is because that is where our inventory is stored and he does not wish for you to find the crate of Coralian Rum. Is there anything I can do for you at this time sir?" He asked being the ever dutiful servant.
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[Korn Kray'ac]

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Time heals wounds, they say. And who the kark are they? A man, a Man, a Mandalorian, asked.
Execute Order Stupid. Droid thinks me to be a sage…he says I have wisdom... Korn tutted at that.
Pro was named after an archaic and ancient work of fictitious younglings who must be trapped.
Something something insert this and that about gods and titans and everything. He must be mad.

The man blinked just then, again, as if trying to wake up from a deep sleep yet again, from a dream.
He couldn’t help it. He winced, as if the pain in his chest and his limbs was crying and defying him.
Pain… Agony… Anguish… The man lived his whole life full of it. He was used to this. Conditioned.
Prometheus. Punishment. Torment. Freedom. Pro’s words rang, like a gong, -clang!- and -cling!-

No…it is you who are a madman…Korn Kray’ac… That voice in his head, yet again, forever taunting.
The man looked away from the droid, to the left, spotting a wall, unremarkable, yet very haunting.
He thought of gods, rocks, chains, pains, pyres and fires, sacrifice, time, and he was left wanting.
Memories, they could bleed in the sea that was a man’s head. His memory was forever daunting.

Pro spoke of entertainment, like changing a channel will fix everything, including death.
What might that eagle say..? Korn craned his neck. Flying. Falling. Stuck in a vicious cycle.
Was the Titan the one to feel remorse for? To mourn? Or the slave who was forever sent?
Korn could only wonder while lying in his bed, earlier on the verge of death, feeling suicidal.

Troubled mind… He thought as the droid went on about entertainment, changing the channel.
As if a wrist-flick and the click of a switch, press of a button, would change everything for him.
The droid’s voice, half-absent for a man who was suddenly stuck in the past, gripping his fist.
On the sand, it was weak. On his back, it was strong. He gripped vengeance, a whole handful.

News played onscreen but Korn looked away. Pro spoke as Korn’s gaze went to the window.
“Make me a proper meal. Draw me another bath. Check the medicine. I want safe injections.”
This droid was here to serve him, at least at the behest of his master, and would move and go.
Once he left the room, Korn didn’t delay to dress, open the window, to head for the loading bay.

Chaos_Cat

 

[Chaos_Cat]

Prometheus went about doing as requested in the order it was requested in. "Yes! Right away Sir!"

There was indeed what looked like a window on the wall however upon touching it one would notice it was really just a wall with a screen inlaid in to the heavy stone. This cave home was carved out of heavy rock in the mountainous section. At Korn's touch there was a prompt that popped up asking if the user wished to change the scenery that played outside the 'window'. It was more of a decorative creature comfort like the ceiling mimicking the night sky. Odd really- there wasn't windows in any part of the building- at least not real windows. Entrances and exits were limited.

This carved cavern looked and felt less like a home and more like a bunker. It was in all truth the reason this portion of dessert was chosen- for the protection the stone cliffs and mountainous region offered. Upon the wall near the door was a fairly simple layout with a fire escape rout laid out over the blue prints. The Loading Bay was further back in to the recesses of the cavern. It was the last door at the end of the hall it would seem.

Should Korn decide to head that way he would find the Loading Bay unlocked. The blast doors slid open upon his approach automatically.

The place was as messy as a kid's bedroom. There were boxes, crates, and containers of every size and shape. There were bits and pieces of broken and repaired machines, computers, tools, and parts. IT was however rather organized for what looked like an indoor junkayrd with big heavy duty metal shelving units. A few lights illuminated the interior. Most were off, but some had their dimmer switches set to low. The walls were lined with shelves, each shelf was filled with containers. There was some large heavy looking rectangular containers in the back with big doors on them. They were connected to the wall and looked more like giant walk in freezers. Some of the containers had labels written in marker. Everything had an organized chaos feeling about it.

There was a wide corridor leading to the front of the Loading Bay. It was dark, lit only by the light from the bay itself. The floor was made of the same material as the wall, which was in turn made of the same rock as the rest of the cavern. There was a set of stairs leading upwards and a lift off to the far left wall. This stock pile of junk looked like a Jawa's heaven. Where would drinks be kept in a place like this? It was hard to say but it certainly was a ware house sized room. IN the very back sat several mining droids currently switched off.

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[Tempo]

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After the allotted time Tempo pulled back up to the front of the base and Lead his guest inside. He looked about and presumably found his guest missing... likely along with any alcohol that was in the storage crates. "Huh... I wonder where he went... " Tempo pondered but didn't seem to think too much of it.

 

[Jonyna Si]

"If he was injured, he couldn't have gotten far...yeah?" Jonyna pondered herself. The cathar seemed to have her hand permanently fixed to her saber, ready to draw it from her coat at any time. She was only being cautious, she figured. A mando was a dangerous prospect, even injured...

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[Tempo]

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"Well, we did treat his injuries. Maybe he got what he wanted and left?" Tempo offered softly. "I have water if you need to fill your canteen." Tempo added lightly moving to fetch his tools and start fussing as pushing aside some HK unit parts. "I can show you the hydroponic gardens if you like.. I'm trying to greenify the planet again. " Tempo chirped.

 

[Jonyna Si]

That seemed to spark Jonyna's interest. "Again?" Even back when she was from, Tatoonie was a desert hellscape. "I didn't realize it used to be green..."

She took the opportunity to fill her canteen, letting herself look around at the chance. A quiet little home. She might want this if she ever...

No, she could never settle down. She'd need to keep doing this. It was her duty.

 

[Tempo]

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"Welcome, my friend, to my humble desert outpost. Amidst this arid landscape, I dream of a Tatooine adorned with vast oceans of surface water, lush rainforests, and flowered fields," Tempo begins, his voice filled with passion.

He gestures towards the barren horizon, his eyes shining with determination. "Picture this vast desert transformed into a paradise, teeming with life and vibrant ecosystems. Where there is only sand today, I envision crystal-clear lakes reflecting the twin suns, nourishing an abundance of aquatic creatures and serving as an oasis for all."

His voice carries a melodic cadence as he continues, "In place of the scorching heat, I imagine verdant rainforests stretching as far as the eye can see. Majestic trees reaching towards the heavens, their branches alive with the harmonious songs of birds and the playful rustling of unseen creatures. These lush rainforests would provide shelter, sustenance, and a haven for countless species."

As Tempo speaks, the air around them seems to come alive with the imagined fragrance of flowers. "And imagine, if you will, vast fields carpeted with a kaleidoscope of vibrant blooms. The colors dancing in the breeze, filling the air with their sweet scents, and attracting a symphony of pollinators."

He gazes into the distance, lost in the beauty of the vision he describes. "This transformation of Tatooine would not only alter its physical landscape but also rejuvenate the spirit of its inhabitants. The people of Tatooine, along with the native species, would find solace and inspiration in the flourishing natural world around them."