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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 19, 2015 23:50:57 GMT -5
Luckily Raasha was immensely patient. Here with a meal, in the morning light, outside, away from immediate danger... Well she simply didn't mind taking the time to tell a story. If anything, she felt it was sad that he didn't know. Everyone in her village had been raised with that kind of knowledge, it was part of what she knew about the galaxy, about history. It was their sense of place, and if she could anchor Bekk, well then, it was good.
In fact, it was good enough to say in her native tongue.
"Look around you. See every tree, every animal, every blade of grass. All of it is together, one being, one body. We're part of it too. And from us, there is an energy, and a power. The Jedi called it the Force. They could use it, they could channel great deeds through it. For a thousand generations they were guardians of the peace, protecting all of us in the Republic. And then there was the war. All across the galaxy the Jedi fought, but they were all betrayed, the Empire was born. It betrayed the Jedi, and hunted them down. Togruta have been in the Jedi for as long as I have ever heard of, and many of them fled here. Some families, like mine, helped them hide, helped them disappear."
She looked about, thinking on the nature of what she'd heard from the various Jedi she'd met as they passed through. Some had been children, some youthful faces. Few had been old. But each of them had been different. Some had wanted to keep their ways, and would tell her about the Force, about the Jedi, about the war. Others had wanted to leave that past behind them, and remained silent. But what she'd heard, well it made good sense to her. Very good sense in fact.
"There are always two paths to take, two sides of you or I. There is Ashla, the good side, patience, calm, compassion. In your heart you know what is right. And there is Bogan. You know those feelings that are wrong, fear, hate, anger. These are the light and dark, and our choices shape who we are. Some Jedi abandoned that good, they gave in to Bogan, and they became lost in it. They are why the Empire spreads Bogan now."
Raasha Ka blinked a few times, and her pale blue eyes flitted down to the ground in self-conscious embarrassment. He probably thought she was being very religious, very extreme. He was a mechanic, a man who did things that made sense, who worked with constraints. And here she was, talking about nature, and religion, and the way the universe was. She was keenly aware of that, and her cheeks felt a bit too warm.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 20, 2015 0:49:36 GMT -5
With some practice getting the pesky wrapping off the emergency bar was easy enough, eating the bars themselves never seemed to get any better though. The taste could've been better, but it was the chalkiness of the dakn things that almost ruined their viability altogether. Dispelling the discomfort with water was an option, yet the potential scarcity made him hold back from gulping down what he thought would be enough to down the bars. Still, two sips per package seemed to be working for him.
While Raasha wove a truly epic tale of the Jedi he continued to choke down food, eating with one hand and drinking with the other. Bekk's eyes remained glued to the togurta's while she continued, with him hanging off each of her words with clear interest. It seemed rather outlandish at first, but a rudimentary understanding started to come upon him, to the point he began to regret his disdain for galactic events on a whole.
One could possibly deny that the force exists, but their dangerous, galaxy spanning government certainly believed there was something to this. You couldn't deny that.
Bekk stopped eating all together with she began discussing variations of the force, committing the characteristics to memory for sure. He set aside his food and drink to take up th- his saber, feeling more and more that last night didn't happen on accident. It made an odd kinda sense to him that this force would draw him to perhaps the only person willing to explain the its inner workings to him, as well as finding one of their old weapons after a random encounter. There were simply too many coincidences to really be coincidences.
"I believe..." He stated under his breath while looking down, before raising his chin and following up with, "I believe you, Raasha. All of it, and....I think I might be a Jedi."
That last lone felt incredibly ridiculous once Bekk said it outloud, so he joined her in being embarrassed with their beliefs. The best he could tell, the force could've only have manifested itself in these weird feelings he'd been having, so he was curious what else did she mean by "great deeds".
"The Jedi you've met, did they ever show a trick or something to prove that they could use the force? A test or something, anything!"
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 20, 2015 1:29:56 GMT -5
No sooner had she looked down that Raasha's mind strayed back to her cooling thimiars, and she took a bite out of one of the rodents, chewing deliberately, slowly, and thinking about the whole sequence of events. She wasn't ever sure when to look at things as if there was a sense of purpose to them, or when to dismiss things as coincidences. She had the nagging doubt if she did too much of the former she'd be the sort carrying tokens for good luck. Well, MORE tokens for good luck, and saying prayers and doing rituals all the time. But on the other hand, maybe there was something to what he was saying.
It didn't stop her from inwardly chuckling over his Jedi feelings. It wasn't at his expense either. Maybe he was. Maybe he was meant to get that saber, meant to turn it on, meant to do all this. Or maybe it was all a fluke. If she'd known some test or some trick then maybe she'd have been able to help him with answers here and now. But things weren't ever that quick or simple. It was like taking journeys on foot. Long, often difficult, and requiring a good head, a keen eye, and a willingness to take a lot of long steps towards a distant goal, until one day it was simply there.
She finished chewing and swallowed, then she relayed her own little story.
"I still remember when I was a little girl, very self-sure, and I'd talked with the Jedi we helped, and learned all I could. I walked up to him, tugged on his robe, and told him I wanted to be a Jedi. I was very confident in myself, but he looked at me, and he just knew. He said it was not my path. It was the Sight," Raasha emphasized. But she paused again as soon as she'd said it, because it occurred to her that if he hadn't known about the Jedi, he probably didn't know about the 'uncivilized' tribes and their wise-women.
It was a tradition she cherished, and not because her grandmother was the wise-woman for the tribe, and her older sister earmarked for the next Wise Woman. It was more important than that. For as long as she'd ever heard in the tribe, since the Jedi Master had become the matriarch, their Wise Women had the Sight. They knew the Force. Not in any true, trained way. Not in a way that moved trees or did the mighty, but they could see the Force about others, they could feel the dangers of a bad storm or the threat of a famine. They could heal, they negotiate disputes. They had always been respected elders to her on more than a family level.
"In many of the tribes, the Wise Women can tell. They can look at you, and they can just... Feel the Force. I don't know how they do it. But they can tell. One of them can give you that answer. I can't."
Inwardly she felt a little disappointed she couldn't just tell him then and there. Either he was or he wasn't, and not knowing had to have been hellish, but then again it was one of the best and most thorough ways she could imagine to cultivate patience. It'd be good for him. That much was certain.
"Anyway," She said, lapsing back into Basic, "Long way to my tribe. Four, five days maybe."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 20, 2015 15:54:56 GMT -5
Raasha's reveal about her own aspirations as a child to be a Jedi was certainly sobering, or buzz killing more accurately. She'd definitely wanted to be one as much as he did, maybe even more so, yet it just wasn't meant to be. A pit formed in Bekk's stomach was he contemplated the reality that he might not be cut out to use the force either. All the fire he'd had to take up the mantle of the Jedi slowly started to wane as he weighed the odds against him.
The zabrak's head slowly lowered to glare at his lightsaber, hate for the damn thing rising again. If the revelation of him being part of something greater turned out to be false then everything that had happened was for nothing. At the moment the future he could see for himself was as a student of the force or as a refuge with the togruta tribes, either option meaning his simple life as a mechanic was dead and gone.
Still, this talk of going to see a wise woman kept an ember of hope alive within Bekk. His head rose up to flash a smile at Raasha, a silent thanks for that needed boost after his falling mood.
"Guess I better slow down on these emergency bars, I can stretch them until then." Bekk chimed in playfully, flashing a full blown smile at his friend. "I really can't thank you enough for just everything you've done so far for me, and...I'm sorry I've seemed to have made life harder for you too with just the press of a button." He admitted, before setting his saber on his thigh so he could reach for the canteen instead.
"Now that my questions are answered, did you have anything we still needed to discuss or something you needed to ask? I'll be honest with anything you have to say, it's the least I can do."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 20, 2015 16:55:25 GMT -5
Raasha still didn't understand why he was so adamant about eating those bland, dirt-textured bars. Four or five days of eating those was going to make for hunger and strand him in an even more isolated position food-wise. It seemed like in the long run that would be a bad decision. She turned her thoughts off of that while chewing another bite deliberately. She gave him a nod and a look of understanding over the apology. She'd got in a very solid slap on him, and that felt mostly good enough. She'd never liked Cover City anyway.
Moving on, well it had to happen to everybody. She'd missed home for a while. They could make do without the income. And she couldn't see any indicator any of the clients she'd taken on hunts nearby could even find Cover City on a map, least of all point out the right village. Now, at this point, she had the feeling it would be safe. Or safe enough. Her family would understand, and what was more, she'd play down his mistake. It would be their secret about what led to all this. It seemed more like courtesy than anything else to her.
The questions though... Well he had opened that path for the conversation, hadn't he?
"Why do you... eat the bars? And not the food?" She inquired, slowly, still unable to properly call those bars edible in any way. And to her, of course, the thimiars were food products. Perfectly nutritious, steady, available calories that actually didn't taste particularly bad.
She started in on the second thimiar, waiting patiently to hear him say if he wanted the other two. If he didn't, she'd save them for later anyway. He might chance his mind.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 21, 2015 18:29:01 GMT -5
Bekk was grateful for the gifts of water and something cruelty free to eat way out in the ass end of nowhere like this, but in the back of his head he longed for the meal they'd been forced to abandon at the bar. In hindsight, he would've settled for just grabbing his pitcher of Ardees when she started to drag him away. Still, he zabrak really couldn't complain all things considered, aside from having to watch Raasha another one of those rodent things.
"Well.." He started, briefly wondering how best to get his point across. "I just don't eat meat, it's not something I like to do. I get along just fine with vegetables and nuts for the most part. I probably haven't any meat products in about.....twelvish years or so. By now I don't think it'd sit well with my stomach anymore. So, yeah, I'll never eat meat ever again." Bekk explained in a matter of fact way, while sitting the canteen aside before he drank too much.
"Guess it's my go again, why did your family decide to help the Jedi? Have you ever had one in your family, or did you just feel like helping out those in need?" The zabrak asked, hoping his inquiry would reveal at least a little more about the togruta way of life.
"You know, I've lived most of my life here, but I know next to nothing about your people on a whole. Besides your language I haven't really explored it much."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 21, 2015 20:59:48 GMT -5
Raasha's eyes widened as he talked. He didn't eat meat? He survived solely on... on... vegetables? Nuts? Did that mean he was... Her mind searched for the word. Herbivore. That was it. He was an herbivore. It was shocking, because to her, that meant he was more like anything she ate than anyone she knew. It was deeply surprising to her. Rattling. Unnerving. And for twelve years? That was... That was long. She rarely thought about time, so much so she'd have to ask her mother how old she was. But it seemed an eternity to nibble on leaves and roots.
A hellish eternity at that.
She sat there awkwardly, trying to listen to his question and not blurt out more confused statements about his diet. Luckily she could talk about family history. That was in her area of knowledge.
But she couldn't do it in Basic.
"My tribe was founded a long time ago, and our first matriarch had been a Jedi. From her, we are all named 'Ka' in my family line. Many Togruta can use the Force, but more in my family line because of Her. My older sister, she is the next Wise Woman. My grandmother is the Wise Woman, and she has the Sight. My mother, she is a hunter like me. My father and my brothers, they make tools, arrows, spears. You would like them. They like to work with machines, like you do."
Her vague smile that had formed died as she really realized the ramifications of what he'd said. He didn't know her people. He lived on Shili, he could understand the language, but he knew nothing about Togruta? Their ways? Their customs? It... hurt. It brought back those Xenophobic pangs she had, where she was sometimes bitter over all the strangers in her homeland. She quieted that impulse.
"I don't know what to tell you about us. We're hunters. Many of us move from place to place with the herds. We have been a part of the Republic for thousands of years. Things have never really changed much in that time, and we're happy with that. There are some Togruta offworld who use more technologies, like the ones on Kiros. But here, we tend to be very traditional. If you have questions, you should ask them."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 22, 2015 11:25:38 GMT -5
Raasha didn't have to say a single word to show his admission of being a vegetarian have come off as strange, her eyes were more than enough to do that. He wouldn't be guilted into breaking his chosen eating habits, but damn did times like these make him feel like a freak. Honestly, it really wasn't a practical choice for being out in the wild, with all the game about and easily obtainable.
However, the zabrak didn't let this get him down, and maintained a cheerful expression when his friend began to speak togruti again. Her explanation of her family's lineage was both interesting and informative, both for the sake of learning more about her and for raising questions about his own. There was no way to tell about this point, but it seemed logical that his potential force connection would've had to have come from someone with the gift.
Raasha's sudden loss of her smile snapped his attention back to her though. His own sunny expression slowly died down as realization that he'd said something wrong set in. Whether by the force or not, he had a pretty good idea what it was about.
"Before I say anything else, I think I should clear things up. My ignorance of many of your great culture's ways just comes from the fact I just haven't seen much of the world itself. When I first arrived I lived on the streets of Corvala, and stayed there until just very recently. This is the first time I've ever been outside the major settlements."
"I picked up your language from the fellow employees nice enough to let me learn from them, even though I can never speak it properly for obvious reasons. Guess what I'm trying to say is, don't take it personally, please."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 22, 2015 12:33:21 GMT -5
Raasha resumed eating the second thimiar, something she could do very efficiently. She stripped it of meat rapidly, and deposited the remains into the fire. The others she slid off the skewer, and wrapped up in a cloth carefully, as she avoided making eye contact with him. He'd definitely caught on to the emotional state she had over his declaration. She wasn't comfortable with it any more than he was comfortable eating meat. And what was more, his explanation didn't help. Corvala was a good city. It wasn't soulless like this, it had buildings the way Togruta constructed when a place was truly worth staying in. It had growing things, it had flowing waters. It was a good place, not some festering sinkhole like Cover City was. He should've learned there, he should've known something.
Her brow remained furrowed as he told her not to take it personally.
"I can't," Raasha said glumly. "This is my home, it's where everyone I know, all my family, all my friends have spent their whole lives. And there's people who come here every day who don't know a single thing, who don't bother to learn a single thing. They come in to our store and act as if they own it. They want us to do all the work, and them to pull a trigger and go home with a trophy. And then they sit there in their mansions and they talk about what a great experience it was when they ate their own food and refused to be with us. I have seen it so much I can never forget it. People should know better. People should respect a land they come to, not pollute it with their garbage."
It was the most Raasha ever talked really, but the conversation had been building up to it.
She rose, stuffing the remaining thimiars into a satchel, and she stared out across the vast flat lands to a tiny reflective shimmering that was Cover City from a distance. Her arms folded over her breast and she took slow and steady breaths to regain her emotional composure. Peace. Serenity. That was how she was supposed to feel. Not anger. Not resentment. Just peace. One breath at a time.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 22, 2015 22:51:50 GMT -5
Bekk silently took Raasha's denial of his apology about as well as she did perceived slights against her people, which is to say shitty. He couldn't blame her for having a long list of grievances against the strangers to her home world, but he could blame her plenty for apparently lumping him in with the worse of that group. It was extremely judgemental at best, blatantly xenophobic at worst.
"People should do a lot of things..., but they don't." He admitted calmly, almost mockingly towards the end. "People shouldn't lump people genuinely interested in their culture and trying to learn it with those would instead spit on them, but it seems they do. Either way, it's not fair to the former group, especially after a heartfelt attempt to smooth things over." The zabrak concluded, taking up standing next to the togruta to enjoy the view across the plains.
No sooner had he said those things did Bekk wished he hadn't. The information may have been sound, but the delivery definitely needed work. Snarking at Raasha would more than likely have the opposite desire than he wanted; further withdrawal with him and their mission on hand.
"*Sigh* If talking about it won't help, what can I do to get you to change your mind about me? I'm not one of those horrid customer of yours." He asked, crossing his arms across his chest as well, wondering how many forces the empire would direct their way and if bushwhacking some might be a prudent mover later for vegetarian supplies.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 22, 2015 23:30:12 GMT -5
Raasha's eyes narrowed, and she remained absolutely silent, the rise and fall of her chest the only motion at all in her statuesque frame. It was the product of willpower and self-discipline, because the snarky way he'd replied to the concerns of years and years was taxing on her patience, and on her good nature. She'd bothered to haul him to safety as well rather than abandon him for the Empire. She'd even managed to deal with his bizarre diet. And in response to her complaints about typical foreigners...
Well he was being a typical foreigner now.
He didn't apologize. But he did try to steer conversation in what she recognized as 'more productive turns'. Of course she felt the need to remove him of some of his notions he'd expressed.
"I was not talk of you," Raasha said wearily. That much, in her opinion, should have been clear since he had no mansion, was actively with her, and had bothered to learn the language as well as possible.
It was clear she'd struck on a nerve with him as much as he'd struck on a nerve with her. They'd have to note that and be suitably careful in the future.
"I'm not... angry at you. Just, feel sad."
Raasha moved over to the fire, and kicked a heap of dirt onto the embers. It was time to start packing up, because eventually the scouts the Empire sent would draw closer in their grid, and they might run into the exact pair they were looking for. That was, if they were both content to rest on their laurels this close. It was going to be a long journey. But, by the end of it... Nobody ever came to a village so remote. And even if they did, there was always the mountain pass. In this season the Empire would be mad to follow. Falling snow would cover their tracks as soon as they were made.
"C'mon, we can't stay here."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 23, 2015 23:23:45 GMT -5
Ironically, Raasha's desire to get a better grasp of basic mirrored his own attempts to learn togruti, for what he expected were the same reasons: to better understand the strangers in their life. This shared drive to improve just worsened the guilt the zabrak felt after putting his feet firmly in his mouth with his snarky words. He still couldn't decipher how his annoyance at an unacknowledged apology escalated into feeling personally attacked.
"Alright." Was all Bekk replied to her request, before going to pick up his stuff from around the extinguished fire with a subdued sigh. He'd long since came to the conclusion that one couldn't fight every battle or right every wrong, but this one battle felt especially bitter, seeing as he might have been able to ease things even slightly before he had to make a fool of himself.
Another thing that he neglected to notice just a short time ago was where he'd laid his saber. It had been laying on his thigh when the conversation began, but had rolled off when he stood, just to get coated in dirt yet again. Bekk simply wipes the weapon off on his pants leg this time, then slid it into a pouch meant for a glowrod along the side.
After a few minutes of continuing to help, he set his box of dirt bars and canteen of life saving water under the front seat for later. Bekk fell into the chair still without saying anything, the togruta he wasn't so sure was his friend anymore at this point. The zabrak took in a long breath before clearing his throat and turning to face her.
"Hey, I was thinking, I wouldn't mind going on a traditional togruta hunt, if there is still a guide around who would be willing to give a foreigner another try. Who knows, after a few days of embracing the culture, I might eat one of those rodents myself."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 25, 2015 0:26:45 GMT -5
Raasha slid into the driver's seat of the worn speeder, and she activated it. The whine slowly rose, and she paused before lifting up into the air. Bekk was talking again. There was an uncertainty about the way he said things, but a sense of optimism too. He was positive, and she liked that about him. He wasn't willing to stay on an unpleasant note. Of course if he was serious about meat that change in character seemed a bit too dramatic and abrupt for his own good. But, as it was, she appreciated the sentiment. She gave him a little smile.
"You don't have to do that to impress me, just watch, and listen, and accept any gift or gesture you're offered. You might have to eat a little bit of meat there... But only a few mouthfuls, for tradition. Guests are always well-received. Look... I might not understand why you are that way about food... But I understand it's important to you. I'll try to help with that, as much as I can at least."
Her eyes went back to the area ahead, and the speeder lifted up at her touch. She turned the wheel, and moved up the embankment, and into a series of rolling hills. But she didn't stop talking. She raised her voice so he could hear her over the wind and the repulsors. Maybe she wasn't great at deep communication while driving, but she'd give it an honest effort. After all... He wasn't a bad foreigner, and he wasn't to blame for the proverbial sins of others. She'd been too harsh on what he couldn't help. Maybe she hadn't meant him, but he'd thought she did.
Still, she'd have to ask him about it in case he'd been serious about hunting. Somehow she doubted he had been, but maybe she'd underestimated his drive and resolve.
"Have you ever killed anything before though Bekk?" Raasha queried. "I wouldn't judge you either way. I'm just curious how you'd react to hunting. I know most herbivores don't take to it well."
The fact that anybody could interpret 'herbivores' negatively wasn't even on her radar. It was simply the only term she had for animals that ate plants, without any prejudice assigned. In a culture of tribal predators, who invented a word for people who didn't eat meat? It was like trying to describe snow to a kid on Tatooine.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Dec 27, 2015 1:13:15 GMT -5
Honestly, the thought of being under the judgemental gaze of an entire togruta tribe was not a pleasant one for Bekk. All desire to give hunting a shot got caught in his throat along with any further words he'd plan to say at that moment. All the social contracts, all the expectations, all the baggage. It was enough to make his head spin, if there was a door on the speeder he would've leaned his head against it.
The zabrak closed his eyes with a gulp, and started counting back from ten, pausing in the middle of each number for an increasingly calmer breathe. Expectations were the root of all mishaps in his mind. Jobs sprung up from expectations were doomed to only rarely live up to them, and it was definitely the case with him. The feeling of being watched and silently graded by folks who really don't know you was unbearable.
Still, Bekk could rationalize this potential hell he was going to put himself into as a necessary step towards a greater purpose, if he indeed was a Jedi. Plus, regardless of what the wise woman said, he had so hunting time with Raasha to look forward too. He still owed her big, and the activity seemed like it could be a positive experience in the long run.
"Oh, uh..well, I shot once a bird once. It was a mercy killing though, I found it in a park in Corvala, all alone with a broken wing." He explained, finally regaining his composure enough to function. "I have nothing against the killing of animals, as long as its remains are put to good use. Better on a plate than mounted on a wall to me."
"Also, I gotta add, I'm a terrible shot."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 27, 2015 1:52:19 GMT -5
Raasha turned her head a little to look at Bekk with approval. The smile was warm, quite recognizably so, though it feel short of 'toothy.' She gave an appreciative nod to help with that gesture. The fact was, he'd surprised her. She'd expected fully that he'd never have killed something at all, save by possible accident. Instead he'd taken an initiative that showed he respected the animal. In her book, that meant he was all right. He was capable of more than she'd initially expected. Of course the plate and the wall weren't exclusive to her. Though in all fairness she preferred to avoid wall decorations.
You could use bone for all kinds of things. Beads in particular. Skulls could be bowls. Horns, lined with wax they made for excellent drinking vessels. And of course the pelts, those made the leather of her boots and her vest, they made the thick blankets she liked to snuggle under late in the season, when the foothills turned white with frost. For her, synthetic materials simply didn't exist.
Her eyes went back to the countryside ahead.
"Shot, that I can fix. But your heart, that's already in the right place. You understand what the hunt means more than any of the people who would pay me. It's not something we do for trophies or our claims. These are things we do because we respect the animals, and our role in the lands. Everything is in balance here. We are not the largest and most fearsome beasts on Shili, but still we are the apex predator. This makes us the guardians, the stewards. We preserve a balance, because we are the only ones who can see it."
Other people had things like Fishery Administrations, and Resource Management, and Department of Wildlife. Shili had a whole lot of Togruti tribes that were so backward and underdeveloped that they completely negated the need for these advanced and enlightened bureaucracies to do the same thing. In fact, the idea of such bureaucracies might have been enough to seriously cause Raasha confusion. She'd adjusted to Bekk not eating meat by thinking of him as an herbivore. Though, to be fully fair she'd upgraded him from a thimiar to a large horned beast that could fend off all but large predators.
There wasn't any way to effectively explain to her that people had to create big buildings full of people to do the thing people should have known was important to begin with. It was like trying to smell the number purple.
Raasha's mind strayed back to shooting.
"I can teach you to shoot. With a bow or a blaster. But, if you are a Jedi, then you won't need to."
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