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Makatak
Togrin Village
AgriCorp had already set up shop by the time Ala had arrived on Makatak. Her mission had specifically been for the rounding up of the remnants of Maw creatures that had been let loose in the Brotherhoods collapse. The already devastated privative Rakatan tribes had now roving Sith-engineered nightmares to contend with. Much to Ala's displeasure, she was tasked with trying to tame, and then if necessary put the beasts down. She did more of the latter than the former.
Still, it had been a rewarding experience for the young padawan assigned to the mission with her. They had the typical types; a headstrong padawan, a shy but talented padawan, and of course the one that liked to crack jokes every acceptable (and unacceptable) moment they could. Ala had navigated the teaching endeavor with the same patience and light hearted optimism that had become her trademark. And so it was that she reentered Togrin Village, the base of AgriCorps' operations on Makatak, with a soft smile on her face.
The grain was already beginning to grow, and as she walked through the field the Jedi Master could not resist allowing her fingers to brush through the burgeoning harvest. Restarting the farms would see this tribe have a chance to flourish again, without robbing them of the self-sufficiency that was critical to a stable society. They were bringing back what was lost, not granting what was never earned.
And then the healing. It wasn't really Ala's forte, she could help, but she was no expert. However, many of the tribespeople carried wounds from the Mawite attacks of the past, and the beasts attacks from recent months. The tent set up in the north side of the village was a little less busy than it had been, and it seemed the healers and doctors had been rotated out since she went into the wild on assignment.
"Master Quin...if it is alright...we were hoping to get some down time...maybe some fishing down at the stream?"
Ala was snapped out of her thoughts by the young, shy padawan speaking up. Had they been discussing this all along and she had been distracted? Probably. Her face lit up. "Why of course. Some rest and relaxation is certainly called for...but don't skip your refresher time tonight...you all smell worse than a Wookiee's armpit."
"Yes, Master Quin," came the laugh laced reply.
Ala stood watching her assigned padawan detachment run off toward the local Rakatan fishing hole. An ease washed over her that made all the troubles of recent months drift from mind. The sun was high. The clouds were white and fluffy. The breeze was warm. It was as close to a perfect day as one could get.
And then she got a hit of her own body odour.
"OK. Master Jedi...your own advice you shall keep."
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Kat Decoria
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