The aftermath of the Killik attack on Thyferra had been devastating. Not even taking into account the tremendous loss of life - which pained Hamza's heart very greatly - it had shown the galaxy that one of its most precious resources was vulnerable. The Force had been with the Thyferrians and their heroic defenders, thankfully. The bacta had remained unharmed - but there was still so, so much work to do.
Hamza's shuttle touched down in one of the worst effected areas. The Thyferrians had set up numerous aid stations and other places for people to try to find out if their friends or family hadn't managed to make it through the battle. Thousands of people died in the space battle above the planet and thousands more on the surface - the entire planet was reeling.
Coming down the ramp of the freighter he'd borrowed, Hamza carried a durasteel crate of medical supplies under each of his arms and headed for a nearby medical tent. There was a huge sack on his back that was filled near to the brim with all manner of food that the Jedi had grown himself. It was mostly fresh produce though there were some jogan fruit tarts on top that were only for the kids.
Hamza always had a soft spot for children, and in times like these, he knew especially would need something to lift their spirits. He'd meant to go to Build-An-Ewok to grab some stuffed animals for them too, though he ran out of time. Making a mental note to do that the next time he came back, Hamza continued to heading for the medical tent, leaning over so a few of the tarts would fall out of the sack and into the hands of a couple of forlorn looking kids as he passed by, flashing them a warm smile.
Hamza's shuttle touched down in one of the worst effected areas. The Thyferrians had set up numerous aid stations and other places for people to try to find out if their friends or family hadn't managed to make it through the battle. Thousands of people died in the space battle above the planet and thousands more on the surface - the entire planet was reeling.
Coming down the ramp of the freighter he'd borrowed, Hamza carried a durasteel crate of medical supplies under each of his arms and headed for a nearby medical tent. There was a huge sack on his back that was filled near to the brim with all manner of food that the Jedi had grown himself. It was mostly fresh produce though there were some jogan fruit tarts on top that were only for the kids.
Hamza always had a soft spot for children, and in times like these, he knew especially would need something to lift their spirits. He'd meant to go to Build-An-Ewok to grab some stuffed animals for them too, though he ran out of time. Making a mental note to do that the next time he came back, Hamza continued to heading for the medical tent, leaning over so a few of the tarts would fall out of the sack and into the hands of a couple of forlorn looking kids as he passed by, flashing them a warm smile.