A Soupçon of Soup [D4 - LM]

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

Garth furrowed his brow as he tried to find the right words in the insular Aznuri tongue to reply. "Sounds like the dark man got what he deserved. Also sounds like the dark to light change is more common than Knight Carrack led me to believe...if you were one as well?"

[Galen Sol]

He shook his head. "Setting the wolves on him was the darkest I got. I toed the line a bit for a while, though. And, there is more blood on my hands. It was my last days on Nar Shadaa that set me towards the light. Then, Bankor helped me embrace that."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

"We can' change th' past, only work toward a better future. And it seems you're headed in the right direction"
Garth replies with a less than subtle nod towards the pile of nread Galen was handing out, even as he lugged up another large pot of soup to replace an empty one

[Galen Sol]

"Thank you." he smiled.

"Anyway, it should be an interesting conversation."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

Garth 'd had his fill of interesting conversations of late, this one was a pleasant change.

"Well ah wish y' the best with it. Not sure 'f it's just cos a the festival, but emotions seem bubblin' close t' the surface all over th' place."

[Galen Sol]

"More than the festival, I think." he shrugged. "Seems like there's a lot more going on. The Kilik stuff. The hounds. And, whatever is going on today."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

"The what an' th' huh? Oh yeah that hound ye're here t' put down. How goes th' hunt?" Garth asked, trusting it can't have gone too badly if Galen was here with all his limbs intact.

[Galen Sol]

"There was more to it than I expected." he said. "Chemical mutations made the hounds extra dangerous. Black Tooth, the main one, was huge."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

"Typical hunter," Garth chortles with a good natured smile. "Always bragging 'bout th' size of his latest quarry."

"But chem mutations? Maybe these folk aren't as much of a save the planet type as ah heard?"

[Galen Sol]

"It's complicated." he said. "There's an old hyperfuel processing plant out in the sands. It was abandoned for a long time, but the Empires occupied it and put it to use. Then, it got bombed."

"Apparently, they never cleaned up the ruins."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

"Sounds like typical Imp actions, ah remember th' mess they left on Bankor." He reminisced with a shake of the head.

[Galen Sol]

"I remember cleaning it up." he nodded. "And now, more to clean up here. We're going back out tomorrow to see what else might be there."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

"Well ah'm not noone's first choice for boots on th' ground kinda work, but if y' get desperate, y' should still have mah details." Garth offers as he continues to work beside Galen.

[Galen Sol]

"It's appreciated." he smiled. "For now, I think we'll be alright. The question is what we're going to do with the ruins of the plant."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

"There's still a lot of wartime refugees. Maybe some emergency housing?"

[Galen Sol]

"I don't know." he shook his head. "Even without the chemicals, it's not a friendly area. Lot's of sand."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

'Ah hate t' be that guy Gal, but somethin's better 'n nothing ain't it? There's a lot of people out there who'd settle fer it, not sayin' it's a long term solution, but still..."

[Galen Sol]

"There's plenty of better spaces for that kind of thing, Garth, if the owners were willing." he shrugged. "But, we'll see how things are out there, once we clean out the toxins."

[Garth Wayne Ulgo]

"An' it's that 'if' that stops it happ'ning." Garth replies with a sigh. "But ah'll leave it t' yer judgment then, yer the one that's seen the place."