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AgriCorps Starter For @lightfaithed !

The facility was quiet, the only noise was the water gurgling as if someone was giggling in the big pipes running on the ceiling to the hydroponic vegetable gardens she had build up in one of the five small domes circeling the maindome to which they were connected with corridors. That this gurgle sounded so oddly similar to a chuckle was strange, almost creepy as it was with only two people in the facility and the three Banthas living in one of the five domes, very normal to spend days working without a single sound and after all most work of the AgriCorps was done in complete silence. Without Ziv wanting to she felt her pelt bristle like from electricity and siwftly she walked along the corridor- The base they were in was for now six domes coming like mushrooms out of  the before dead ground connected with short double-door-systems to the  maindome in the middle and to another, so when one dome would be damaged  and the unbreathable atmosphere from outside would droop in like a  poison, it would always be possible to have at least three   escape-routes. In fact in this manner the domes were not like mushrooms but more like a spidernet that was always connected with the domes beeing the knots between the threads that were short tunnles with double-doorsystems.  The dome in the middle were two  domes, put into another with the first dome laying protective like a  shield over the second with just enough distance to the dome in its  middle to build a proper corridor to walk in comfortably when one would  leave the smaller dome in the middle in which were stored  the two AgriCorps Specialists belongings, a freighter, a place to cook, beds, a room for comm-link talks, agriculture-engines, laboratories, and the supplies for their stay. Escaping the strange giggle in the pipes Ziv opned the first double-door, stepped inside and did not stopped to walk over to the second door while the first closed in her back. The Maindome was dark- the transperisteel the domes were made of reacted to the blue sunlight falling on the dead piece of earth they were working on and as the sun had yet not rosen up the domes transperisteel had turned as black as cole, yet after already one year she had worked at this place she did not needed her eysight to navigate between the harvest engines, gardening tools and towers of cargoboxes to find the door to the small room they had set up to be used to send messages to the Jedi Temple, for commlink talks but also with the caf-maker, the one heatingplate and the small table with two chairs a proper equivalent to a lunch-room. The room also had two rolled up sleepingmats and was occaisonally used as a bedroom, since Ziv had used the bunks given to them in the mainhall as a flowerbed for Naboo-Lavender, but considering their different areas of work they did not often worked or even slept at the same time. The door hissed loudly, much too loudly for the silence laying around the facility and Ziv almost flinched, however the scent of fresh brewed caf lured her inside sweet like a parfume. “Hey, Kenobi.”, the man was sitting by the small table and Ziv without even looking used the force to pull the only other cup to herself: “- I know its a strange question and I am kriffing aware it really sounds stupid, considering we are the only people on an entire kriffing planet but-”

“-have you seen Sucky? I was just about to drop the dead Naboo Sunflowers that fell prey to that mold problem we had last week on them and turns out their Terrarium is empty.” Sucky, uncharmingly named after how they would suck to Ziv fingers when they tried to devour her alive without realizing that they were yet too small for that, was the baby Sarlacc that the Specialist had been given as a biological garbage-bin since Sarlaccs could devour and safely disgest anything from rotten plants to durasteel beams that had been corroded into uselessness by th acid rain outside. It was rather normal to have a young sarlacc along on mission that would need years if not decade of work, even if Sucky was now nolonger a baby and more a juvenile. Nimbly Ziv grabbed for the cafcan and filled in the lukewarm caf in her cup,the blue light from the monitors build up to watch the current plantgrowth fromthe projects in the different domes reflected on the black liquid like wisps:

“In other words, have you seen the kriffing baby Sarlacc that should never kriffing ever leave their terrarium, because they sure are not in the terrarium they kriffing should be in.”