Ask Naboo Chores

[Rowa]

Naboo was a rather quiet planet in the last 200 years or so. Not since the blockade that took place before the Clone Wars did it see much action. It was out of the way, peaceful, somewhere you could disappear to and so long as you don't cause a stir you'd be fine.

Rowa happened to find himself on this planet, surrounded by a small tribe of Mandalorians, and being put to work doing chores around the camp as a way to keep him busy while Dolworth, Talon, and Adenn were on a mission to Coruscuant to get ONI back. He would have gone with them, but Dolworth insisted he stayed behind. After much thought he saw Dolworth's way of thinking: As far as the Galaxy...or rather the Jedi and Sector Ranters...were concerned he was considered dead. Had he gone to Coruscuant, somewhere he was quite familiar with, they would have spotted him and then Kriff would hit the fan. He gave a sigh as he helped the Mandalorian called Ezon with carrying some boxes to another part of the Camp

"Jeesh!" snapped Rowa, "This thing is heavy!" he said as they finally sat it down.

"Yeah! Isn't it great!" said Ezon with a hint of sarcasm, "heavy lifting gives ya character!"

"What the hell's in this thing?!" asked Rowa, looking at the box before looking back up at Ezon.

"If I told you I'd have to kill you" retorted Ezon with a serious tone before walking off. Rowa would have taken it seriously, had Ezon not let out a quiet wheezing chuckle while strolling off.

Rowa rolled his eyes, straightening himself up and heading towards Dorea's tent to see if there was anything else he could do. I wonder how Etr is doing? he thought as he walked...

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[Etr Wyara]

the work they gave me in the camp had little difference with the work I had spent my whole life doing. Early morning work began before the sun was up, myself and a couple other mandos my age were sent gathering Kindling and after helping in the field kitchen, The women and men working were friendly mostly, Though It was mainly D, short for Dah'no, who seemed to like me best. she was an older woman with Red hair, soft Blue eyes and a sweet voice. she wore a large apron over her larger body while she worked and from time to time would give me pointers on more efficient cutting or how to improve something I was working on.
"Your Buir Has been teaching you real well. Real well indeed. Though theres always room for improvement."
I nodded
"There's only the two of us, me and him. Someone needs to do the cooking and we don't like droids so I took up the job"
She laughed
"There's only thentwo of you? The way You talk you make it sound like you come from a large clan. Are there more out there? Rytts that is."
"No, its just us now. There used to be more, enough to warrant a small fleet of ships. I don't remember most people, not even my parents."
Her smile turned into a soft frown,
"I'm sorry, I never knew my parents either. I was born into the Zygerrian Slave trade. The only family I ever knew were my children."
she paused for a moment, wiping a tear from her eye. She looked longingly into the distance. caught on a Memory. after a few moments of solemn silence she returned her eyes to me, obviously seeing the ill cared for scars on the back of my neck and the tattoo on my forearm
"Do you feel out of place here, too?"
I asked before she could speak.
"I never knew my parents. there are some little memories, brought on by certain smells, hearing Mando'a.. Like embers putting holes in parchment."
I didn't cry aby, but I felt some pain and almost a child-like dread.
"I was a slave too. for a long time and I learned to feel at home likr that but here? with the Soluses and the others... even my Adoptive father.. I feel out of place."
I began cutting vegetables again, though D put a hand on my should and took the knife away
"You need to go. go and Talk to Dorea, See about getting more training and maybe becoming a Mandalorian."
I nodded, I wanted to be accepted, I wanted to be a Mandalorian. I turned quickly and left the field kitchen, heading towards Dorea's tent!

 

[Rowa]

Rowa entered the tent of Dorea, finding it much like every one of these round huts to be spacious. At the center was a cooking/heating device, so as to expel excess heat from the open space above. Along the walls were various small bits of furntiure, a bed, and other pieces of Solus Artifacts. Encircling the cooking device was a a plethora of cushions for the inhabitants to take a seat, Dorea was sitting here, reading a book as she always does at this hour before she begins her duties in the morning. As she looked up to see a kettle on the heater boiling, she noticed Rowa standing there, his upper body wreathed only in a tanktop and his face covered in sweat.

"S-Sorry to disturb you Mrs. Dorea" said Rowa, worried if he had interupted her. She raised a hand and stood up, setting the book aside and looked up at him with a wily smile.

"Just Dorea young man" stated the elder, walking towards him. Rowa gulped a moment as she moved to put the book away and check for tea leaves.

"I've finished with helping Mr. Ezon Maam" he said, "I was wondering if there were any more chores for me to do?" he asked.

"Not much to do honestly" replied Dorea as she brought some tea leaves and sat them in a small brew ball "However we do have Martial Practice before lunch so I suggest you report to Jessimae and Cawl in a few minutes" she said just as she heard the flap to the tent open to reveal Etr entering, "Ah! Good! You are right on time to go with Rowa!" she said as she put the tea ball into the kettle, turning to see Etr a bit...agitated, "Unless...there is something you need to discuss..." she said eying Rowa and giving a nod for him to leave immediately, "Is there something wrong dear?" she asked in a motherly voice while approaching the young boy....

Rowa quickly nodded and turned, leaving both Etr and Dorea be. He took a groan as he stepped back out into the morning light. He turned to see several adolescent foundlings and older Verd as they were called gathering in a clearing outside the camp. He could see the older Jessimae and a Shistavanen named Cawl at the front barking orders for them to settle down and to prepare for morning training. Without a word, and a hint of curiosity, Rowa began his march towards them...

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