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The stories about gators in the sewer were true. Well - sort of. On Tarris someone had had the grand idea of flushing a Tukata down the loo and thus there was a booming population of the beasts there. Cephlin harlequin of the Sith put a multi-coloured boot into the face of a young hound as it leapt from the foul smelling muck. It fell back down into the ooze with a startled yelp. Cephlin couldn’t really complain though - he had once flushed a baby Rodian away after stealing it from it's mother.
Sometimes he wondered if it had formed a caveman like society of Rodian barbarians in the sewers where it went. Probably not. It looked a bit weedy and it's mother hadn't really put up a good fight when Cephlin brained her with a plank.
Cephlin wondered for a second why he was down in the sewers. Oh yes. He was a wanted criminal and he needed to teach an acolyte some new tricks. Damn commander Wolfgang and his prejudice against insanity - the man was practically a racist. The mad were like a race too. They spoke their own language that only other crazies could understand and they all had their own customs , different for each individual and yet similar.
At last Cephlin came to the chamber the two would meet in. Large and spacious it was part of the town's drinking water supply instead of the fetid muck that was held behind the itself thick walls.
Cephlin had an idea of the nature of his pupil and he doubted that tainted waste would much delight him.
Better save any antisocial behaviour towards the cities inhabitants till after the class.
Sometimes he wondered if it had formed a caveman like society of Rodian barbarians in the sewers where it went. Probably not. It looked a bit weedy and it's mother hadn't really put up a good fight when Cephlin brained her with a plank.
Cephlin wondered for a second why he was down in the sewers. Oh yes. He was a wanted criminal and he needed to teach an acolyte some new tricks. Damn commander Wolfgang and his prejudice against insanity - the man was practically a racist. The mad were like a race too. They spoke their own language that only other crazies could understand and they all had their own customs , different for each individual and yet similar.
At last Cephlin came to the chamber the two would meet in. Large and spacious it was part of the town's drinking water supply instead of the fetid muck that was held behind the itself thick walls.
Cephlin had an idea of the nature of his pupil and he doubted that tainted waste would much delight him.
Better save any antisocial behaviour towards the cities inhabitants till after the class.
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