That meant that, when the Jedi Order had come to Vakkar, as it did today, the few dispatched had been finding ways to hep the struggling communities here. One thing it seemed many needed in the lower parts of town was food, plain and simple, help with rebuilding, construction. House building, industry construction, all the things that help a people to thrive, they needed here.
Saul needed work like this, it was all he could really do, though now his body was weak, still recovering from the injuries he sustained on Ifrane. His left arm now featured a collections of cybernetic additions to help stabilise and heal it. His legs were in similar condition, the base of it still his flesh but intensive reconstruction had built them up with metal and wiring. Most of this he could hide beneath his robes, but the burns to the side of his face, and the rebreather attached that assisted his breathing were always on display. Saul still scratched at it now and then, but he understood why it was there. The hope was much of this would be removed in time, but for now he needed every part,
Skkkkk-ghrk, the whirring of his rebreather before he spoke now,
"What do we have to offer them tonight?" Saul asked his companion now as they came to their makeshift kitchen. Here in the evenings they planned to provide meals after the working day was done for the people. Slowly they were getting to know the locals, slowly they were making a difference.
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