Noventa - A Star Wars Story

Temra agreed with a nod and strolled towards the café, with Daen.

"Quizlin, I've found a few customers who are eager to try your wares...."

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""She is of kind heart and has a desire to know more about the galaxy that surrounds us. When it comes to be her time to guide us forward she will be ready, I am sure of it," she said, turning her attention to Mirri for the moment.

"Shall we not keep her waiting further then?" she asked, turning back to Temra.

"No," he admits with a wry smile. "As prescient as some of my people are, the universe has yet to lay my path of destiny clear before me. It seems that little Mirri has her mind set on quite an altruistic path already though."

His gaze settles on the young Pantoran and he smiles. "It bodes well for the future when the next generation is so willing to take up the difficult struggle."

"To protect yourself from a regime that would wish nothing more than to crush you, Temra Zol, is not a weakness nor something you must apologize for. Sometimes, it is not the coward who hides so that he might live another day but the braver who knows that someday he may do all that he can for others," she said with a warm, toothless, smile.

"You do not know yet what the galaxy has in store for you Temra Zol. In these troubling times, in the wake of the Empire, we have found ourselves only needing more of those heroes we have lost fighting this conflict. Our struggle, as a galaxy, is far from over. Now is the time when those with brilliant minds and good hearts must lead the way for the others. That we do not repeat the mistakes of the past."

Temra smirks, as weirdly as that appears. "Don't shower me with too much praise Ms Daen. I hid from the tyranny and xenophobia of the Empire as well, I was just unfortunate that I could not make it home. I hid here instead, with the help of good friends, friends who paid too high of a price for their generosity and assistance."

"I am not a good man yet, I hope to be though. One day. When I have atoned for my cowardice and inaction when the galaxy needed it most." There is a definite melancholy in his voice and expression as he confesses his shortcomings to this....stranger.

"You have no need to worry, Temra Zol," Daen said with a casual smile. Looking over to Mirri. "Mirri is a special girl, she is not like most and the path she has chosen to walk with me is one that has taken her far from many things that a normal life might have. Together we have spent some time studying your people and I believe that she is excited to see an Iktotchi that doesn't remain on your home world. That and your kind spirit do much to inspire her young heart. I am glad she has been given this little chance."

"When most of your people returned to your homeworld to avoid the persecution of the Empire I felt the loss the galaxy felt, to have been removed of your people's guidance."

"And it's refreshing to see a kindred soul who bears the same self imposed duty and obligations that I do. Just don't let the weight of the galaxy fall too squarely upon your shoulders, there's always others to help you carry your load." Temra replied as his eyes kept watch over Mirri's activities, she wasn't too far away, but in this weather and this crowd, it was always a challenge to keep an eye on a youngling.

"I'm sorry if Mirri said more than you were comfortable sharing with a stranger. They don't usually take to me so well, kids I mean, or people of most any sort. I wasn't trying to pry or pump her for information."

"it is the duty of everyone to do best what we can do for other people," the girl recited, looking up to Daen. Then, at the suggestion, she smiled and nodded. Looking to Daen once for confirmation before walking off toward the sign and browsing their selections.

When they were alone, Daen spoke, "You may not be a healer of people, Temra Zol, but you are one who has a good heart and can deal with them well. I can see how it is your good heart that must have brought you to that clinic you now work in. You have a desire to help others that is plain to see. I hope you continue to nourish that trait with the goodness of your heart. The galaxy needs more spirits like yours in this time."

"Well as someone who tries to help people every day, I think it's a very noble and commendable course of action for you to be so devoted to at such a young age. Just keep in mind that my offers of help don't just extend to acting as a tour guide for visitors. If you need anything while you're here, you can always call on me at the Neda Ulaby Medical Center, even if it's not a medical problem. Truth be told I'm more of a tinkerer with machines than people."

Pointing at a brightly colored awning jutting out from a very nondescript building, Temra announces that they've reached the restaurant. "There's a menu out the front Mirri, why don't you check it out?"

"I thank you for your concern Temra, but it is nothing that you need concern yourself with. My mind drifts to the task that I have come here for," she said with a light smile coming upon her lips. Inclining her head toward the Iktotchi.

Seeing her chance, Mirri spoke up, "Daen and I are here for some important work. She's helped me understand a lot about people and things, and we're gonna help the people here. We just need to figure out what the people here need most and then we will know how best to help them."

"A credit for your thoughts Miss Daen?" Temra asked as he led them through the most acceptable paths to a restaurant owned by an aging Mirialan couple who were occasional visitors to the clinic for their checkups.

It wasn't something so crazy that Temra needed some vast knowledge of memory to remember a few sites. There was a couple mom and pop shops that still held onto their business' in the bustling city of Noventa. Temra, having lived her plenty long enough, knew just the way to get to a few close by. Often as it was they were a bit too out of the way for a day to day for someone working in a Clinic. It should be fun!

"Exactly!" said Mirri.

Daen, in the meantime, drifted from this moment to another.

Temra nods appreciatively. "I do, I recently was blessed with a nice family style home cooked breakfast by a farmer friend of mine. Until then though, not for a long while. There is definitely something....soul warming about that sort of care going into a meal's preparation is there not?"

"In a galaxy of mass production and conveyor belt, cookie cutter, convenience first mentality, such meals are a scarcity."

Despite that scarcity, Temra wracks his brain to try and recall something suitable.

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"Not like that, Temra! Home made, like, when someone brings you to their home and makes something fresh. Or," she places a curled finger under her chin, "When someone makes something, just for you. Where it has that care in it. Do you know what I mean?"

"Well the trouble there Mirri, is that there's not exactly a large community of your people here on Noventa. Ms Daen would be more likely to find something from her culture, I think I've seen a few other Zabrak's around these parts. Perhaps you might take it upon yourself to try something new, open yourself up to new experiences."

Taking a pause for a second he thinks to himself. "After all, the greatest heroes and galaxy hoppers have to travel far from home and try all sorts of new things. I can recommend a local delicacy derived from the Manka cat if you're not predisposed against proteins and meat products?"

"What kind of food do they frequently make here?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "I would like something home made. It's been a long time since I've had something home made."

Temra returned the smile and glance down to little Mirri as they began walking again.

"And what are you hoping to find to eat? You seemed rather excited at the prospect of real food rather than that MRE stuff they normally have on the ships."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Temra Zol," a smile comes to the older woman's face. Bowing to the man humbly. "I am Daen, and this young one with me is Mirri."

Mirri, too, bowed to the Iktotchi known as Temra Zol.

"Depending on your desires, there are a few places I could recommend, depending on whether you wanted sit down dining or walking around food? My preference lies with the fresher produce from the farmers market. There's always a fine selection of merchandise at prices you can't beat." Temra stops suddenly in his tracks and curses softly in the language of his people.

"Where ARE my manners? I'm Temra Zol, aide to Dr Suhr at the Neda Ulaby Medical Centre."

"You are most kind to offer such help to travelers you have barely met," the woman responded. Patting the young girl on the shoulder once more and as if on command the young girl retrieved the small bag she had deposited on the ground before. Speaking softly then to mirror his own approach, "Your warning is appreciated."

"Shall we be off then?" she asked.