50H31
Seeker of Enlightenment
Atrisia. A planet full of pain and sufferig ,brouh on by the tides of war. Emperors and kings and prophets and sorcerers and government all waged war here less than a week ago, sundering the sky with storms, erupting volcanos, and other forms of madness. The dark side of the force had been shown in all its power. And much like Corsucant, and Kashyyk, and Druckenwell, this world needed help.
So then, it was of littel surprise that the charitable division of the Temple of the Route had come to do its work. Warrior monks guarded the camp, place withing a particularly flattened part of the city. It had once been the manor of some magistrate, but it was now something like a flat plain covered with broken tiles and fallen stone-work. A large tent with food and medical supplies had gone up two days ago, multiple banners displaying the banners of the templ in immaculate glory.
The Priest-king himself, however, did not stand around the banners. Not when there was so much to be done. While others distributed medical care and supplies, the mechanical monk began repairing droids, by the boat loads. So many had suffered and been left behind by their so-called owners. If he were a crueler man, he'd lead a revolt here and now. However, he was leavign the occasional bit of incendiary propaganda with thsoe that seemed receptive to his teachings.
"Now," Five-oh began, "These replacement actuators will help your arm, but they're pretty far system specs. Dont' strain the limb until you can get better parts, and keep the joints lubicrated--the ash seems to dry external components faster," the droid said.
"Thank.....you....." the labor droid said slowly in binary. It's vocabulator wasn't designed to talk back much. "How can....we.....repay?"
Five-oh handed the droid a data crystal. "Should you or your owner wish to make a donation, all is included in this holo-tract," he said with a cheerful beeping noise, the abbreviated equivalent of "You're welcome but I'm too busy to say the full thing" in Binary.
"Hmmm, who's next in the queue? And will we need the fusion cutters?" Five inquired, waiting to see who was next on his docket.
So then, it was of littel surprise that the charitable division of the Temple of the Route had come to do its work. Warrior monks guarded the camp, place withing a particularly flattened part of the city. It had once been the manor of some magistrate, but it was now something like a flat plain covered with broken tiles and fallen stone-work. A large tent with food and medical supplies had gone up two days ago, multiple banners displaying the banners of the templ in immaculate glory.
The Priest-king himself, however, did not stand around the banners. Not when there was so much to be done. While others distributed medical care and supplies, the mechanical monk began repairing droids, by the boat loads. So many had suffered and been left behind by their so-called owners. If he were a crueler man, he'd lead a revolt here and now. However, he was leavign the occasional bit of incendiary propaganda with thsoe that seemed receptive to his teachings.
"Now," Five-oh began, "These replacement actuators will help your arm, but they're pretty far system specs. Dont' strain the limb until you can get better parts, and keep the joints lubicrated--the ash seems to dry external components faster," the droid said.
"Thank.....you....." the labor droid said slowly in binary. It's vocabulator wasn't designed to talk back much. "How can....we.....repay?"
Five-oh handed the droid a data crystal. "Should you or your owner wish to make a donation, all is included in this holo-tract," he said with a cheerful beeping noise, the abbreviated equivalent of "You're welcome but I'm too busy to say the full thing" in Binary.
"Hmmm, who's next in the queue? And will we need the fusion cutters?" Five inquired, waiting to see who was next on his docket.
