The Story Of S. K Community Soup Kitchen Subterranean Korda

S.K Community Soup Kitchen Subterranean Korda, Selen 42 ABY.

Few things made Tagrei Sula happier than the smell of homemade food, so for him to have a front row seat to the preparation of a medley of Selenian and imported dishes was like a dream come true. Although he was a lousy cook himself, he had traveled and met enough people to know what good food smelled like, and this was that. Rich, savory aromas lingered in the kitchen’s air, beckoning him to stay rather than doing what he was supposed to be doing: helping set up the small triage center in the next room.

“If you don’t stop hovering over me while I’m trying to cook this Canchi, you’re going to need a medpac in a minute,” said an older Selenian woman with a chord of seriousness present
Already present in the room was Vexa Trenn, a lavender-skinned togruta woman with peach colored lekku dressed in loose attire typical of medics, and a younger-looking human man with close shaven black hair and a face he didn’t recognize.

“Morning, Vexa,” he said to the familiar of the two, who was currently unpacking her supplies and setting them neatly across one of two long tables arranged across from each other, “How is little Rula? Not giving Tavri too much trouble, is he?”

She turned and greeted him with a warm smile, then a nod. “Still teething and driving his father up the wall, it seems. But it is still good. He’s saved up a lot of paid time off at the plant, which has been a real lifesaver.”

That’s great. And just remember, if either of you ever need any, you know, you time, you can always drop Rula off at Uncle Tagrei’s. I’m great with babies!”

Tagrei shifted his attention to the human man, studying him. He was slight in build, though around the same height as him. Sporting the same closed posture that was common among new recruits, Tagrei suspected the man was just that, especially because he didn’t recognize him. It’d be better to confirm it,
There was no way he was going to let the scrawny little skrelak get away with this. After getting them to point him in the direction they saw him leave, Tagrei took off. Vexa was more than capable of tending to any wounded in his absence. His training as a combat medic demanded that he neutralize any potential threats prior to administering aid, and for all he knew, Garrthe could circle back at any moment to hurt them more. He needed to put him down. He slipped past anyone he passed on the way to the community center’s main entrance with the agility of someone half his size and burst out onto the Kordan street, searching frantically for any sign of the