Noventa - A Star Wars Story

"I can't disagree," the doctor says with a quiet smile. "Anyone who made that choice is a friend of mine."

He nods to Temra. "I'd like to think so. Trusting my instincts and believing towards my fate has led me down many a path, both for good and ill. Still, it was the path I was meant to take. I'm happy with the results, regardless with the struggles that came with it." His attention turns to the doctor. "Well, [i]they [/i]did. I chose to fight against them when the time came. Stood up to the bastards, kicked them off our land, and now we stand. A hard life it is, but free nonetheless,Yara. It was worth fighting for, I think. Regardless of how hard things are in this world right now, it beats the life we were living under the Empire."

"It sounds like you and your homestead held out here where the Empire failed," Yara puts in, setting down her cup. "That took strength and determination. I can think of worse people to have around should something else untoward happen."

"Always had you picked as more of a connoisseur of spirits than spiritualism Mr Arcton." Temra adds with what he thought was quite a funny joke before turning back to Bamsh.

"Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst, sounds like quite a reasonable philosophy Mister Bamsh."

His turns to Temra, hoping his attention would focus on what he was going to say, giving him a nod in thanks for his offer. "Thankfully, the Force moves us foward, regardless of our understanding of it. Unfortunately, it does seem that the fickle finger of fate is hard to settle at the moment. Right now, it feels as if something...beckons. And whomever it is calling and whatever for, I don't know. I fear nothing good will happen if and when the what and the why meet, so I simply do not wish to be caught off guard if and when it does."

[quote="Flession"]He was also a Force user, as he recalled...maybe he felt it too. Placing some food on his plate, he turns back to Cal. "It's...just a feeling. Hard to put into words, but [i]something [/i]is off right now. I don't suppose you consider yourself a spiritual man, do you, Mr. Arcton?"[/quote]

"Ummm..." Cal rubbed at his chin. "I wouldn't call myself such, exactly. I mean, I believe that the Force is a thing, and destiny, and all that." He smiled ruefully. "But my understanding of it doesn't extend far beyond that sentence."

"I'm sure that can be arranged Mr Bamsh," Temra replies with a nod of his head. "As one who has not really experienced the more rural side of the area I look forward to it."

[i]Well, this is an interesting turn.[/i] The farmer's mention of his role in liberating Noventa City had piqued Yara's curiosity, but before she can ask about it, the conversation veers into the spiritual--not a subject in which she can claim any experience, though she's known people who might. She sips her caf quietly, listening.

His head turns over to the man and nods. "Yes, now that I think about it. You could also probably do that as well. Well, I'm just as eager to have you around, Temra. Why not stop by tomorrow and help me out with it, that way you can be properly rested for the task."

He was also a Force user, as he recalled...maybe he felt it too. Placing some food on his plate, he turns back to Cal. "It's...just a feeling. Hard to put into words, but [i]something [/i]is off right now. I don't suppose you consider yourself a spiritual man, do you, Mr. Arcton?"

Following Kor's acceptance of his presence, Temra took a seat and tried not to think too hard about where the meat had come from. He'd lived on garbage scraps for a period of his life, so it wasn't too hard to disassociate the meat from its source.

[quote="Flession"]"I'll be sure to call on her at some point when she's up. . That and the other guy who you brought. Must be the smart ones of the group." He gives a dry chuckle and sips more of his caf, staring at the food. "Well, mostly we just use it for transporting a lot of us. I drove it around here back when were liberating the planet and, well, I sort of just kept it when it was all said and done. It wanted to get back to farming, of course, and no one seemed to mine me taking it when it was all said and done. Just with everything going on, I figure it wouldn't be a bad thing to have back up and working again."[/quote]

"If you need assistance Mister Bamsh, I'd be happy to lend an eye to any technical needs you have as well, once I've joined Miss Yara in checking on those patients we've transported back to the clinic of course." Temra adds in between mouthfuls of food and swigs of caf.

He didn't mention the strange connection he'd felt with the farmer the other day, that he also hoped to find a chance to discuss in a more private environment.

Cal just chuckled. "Suppose they are." He said. Woken up enough now to attempt breakfast, he retrieved a plate, mostly of eggs.

After a few bites, he shot Bamsh a curious look. "Something else on your mind? I hope you don't object to me saying so, but you've got the look of a man who still has more than enough stuff to worry about." He chuckled. "I know some of that's just the life. Grew up on a nerf ranch myself. Still..." He shrugged.

"I'll be sure to call on her at some point when she's up. . That and the other guy who you brought. Must be the smart ones of the group." He gives a dry chuckle and sips more of his caf, staring at the food. "Well, mostly we just use it for transporting a lot of us. I drove it around here back when were liberating the planet and, well, I sort of just kept it when it was all said and done. It wanted to get back to farming, of course, and no one seemed to mine me taking it when it was all said and done. Just with everything going on, I figure it wouldn't be a bad thing to have back up and working again."

That, and the inkling in the back of his head when he woke up this morning. Something that wasn't from exhaustion.

Cal smirked. "Yeah, she's somethin', alright." He shrugged. "Might be that she'd be interested. You'd have to ask her yourself."

He took another sip of his coffee, settling down again. "How much need do you have for a blaster of that size, anyway? Thinking of taking up mining as a hobby?" He joked. "Or are there things you've gotta worry about besides the Manka Cats?"

"You've done more than your fair share, for sure." He shakes his head. "You guys even managed to spruce up my old truck. Should be able to handle most of them for now on, I suppose. Thing was a beast back when we took back the city in it. Glad to see it's mostly in working order, though the blaster could use some sprucing up. Don't suppose that red girl of yours can come back later and help us with that?"

Cal managed a smile. "It usually has a way of doing that." He drawled.

"Well." He said. "You let us know if you have any more trouble. Community's gotta stick together, right?"

The Mirialan grunts and gives a large shrug. "Who knows. I know that fate has led us down this path for a reason, but whether it's finished with us is anyone's guess." He pauses. "Still, I'm optimistic. With the Alpha taken care of, they likely do not have another person who can coordinate them as well, and they'll become just the usual pests we've known them to be for some time." Grabbing his caf again, his sips. "Time will tell what fate has in store for us, I suppose."

Since the man had hired them, Cal felt the need to be sociable, too. He managed another grunt, lifting his own mug a bit. "Thanks for the hospitality. Especially the caf." He managed to grunt out.

He took another sip, rising to pour himself a refill. And top up anyone else who needed a bit more. "You think that'll solve your problem?" He asked.

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Bamsh eventually comes out to the table and sits himself down. He's not being particularly social at this very moment in time, choosing instead to immediately head to the pot of caf on the table and pour himself a cup, drinking it black to get the added effect. Being held as the leader, it was his task to ensure that everything was properly taken care of for the night, including gathering the meat, the hides, and the claws of the cats to harvest and use as needed before the sun came up and ruined its potential.

This life was not easy living.

He looks at all of you with a polite nod as he drinks his caf, not saying anything, but there is a effort to display as much courtesy as he could given the state that he is in.

Cal just grunted in response to Kor's half-question. Clear enough answer if ever there was one.

Still, always hospitable, he rallied himself a little when the others came in. "Temra." He greeted the mechanic. "Doc." He smirked at his old friend, if she could in fact be called that. "The two of you slept well? Don't know about the rest of you, but it's been a while since I slept in a barn. Going on twenty years, in fact. Pretty much how I remembered it." His clothing was in a bit of disarray, wrinkles visible in his fine white shirt.

Kor nodded to the medic and doctor motioning to the table "it's a free planet you're welcome to sit where you like." He took a few more bites of his breakfast not feeling the same misgivings as the good doctor. Food is food, if it's clean and edible no reason not to eat it. "So how did you all find your barns?"