Getting to the bottom of a source of contaminants in a local water supply hardly sounded like the kind of adventure that people thought Jedi went on all the time but it was vital to the refugees and survivors that their water reserve be actually potable. Right now it had some pollutants in it that were making it absolutely toxic when ingested by most species. The camp had a supply of treatments for cleaning those same pollutants from the water but the trouble was that every time they tried it the water would just become contaminated again since the source of the problem was not actually dealt with.
They didn't have the supplies to treat every bit of water they took from the reserves and they couldn't all survive on the meager imports of water that they were able to get from outside.
Rather than setting up a new line of supply, Max had decided there was no use putting a band-aid on a severed limb. What they needed to do was replace the god-damned limb and that meant capping whatever was polluting the water.
To that end he had teamed up with another Jedi Knight and off they went.
Unfortunately for them...
"I really wish we could have spared a speeder." he joked good-naturedly if a bit tiredly, "My legs aren't long enough for long distance like this."
It was a weak attempt at levity considering the circumstances but they were both tired, thirsty and likely bored. One of the worst feelings when helping out in a crisis was the boredom that naturally welled up during the in-between moments but you felt ashamed for feeling due to the crisis itself. It needed to be combated and if that was bad jokes?
Well Max had a few of those.
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