Ask [Flashback] Ryloth Rancors vs. Tatooine Krayts

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t know who to punch - dumbass Curls for loudly blurting out his question or the janitor they were supposed to jump. Thankfully, Curls was quick to catch a hint and helped him wallop the two janitors. Emryc glanced over to catch Amon staring mournfully down at the fallen workers.

“You waiting to do a eulogy or what?” He hissed, “Move your ass,” Emryc glanced over his shoulder before moving them into the closet. The half Sephi simply shot Curls a glare as the brilliance of his plan finally dawned on the other man. He quickly put the baggy overalls on, more or less looking the part. The clothing was definitely big on his thin and slender frame, and the man had been taller too. Emryc leaned down to roll up the bottom of the pants.

He followed Amon out towards the ladder, beginning the climb up. Emryc had to fight through his drunkenness for this great ordeal, using Amon’s ass as the focusing point to follow as they went up. He almost wobbled a few times, the drugs not helping a single bit. At certain points the ladder felt as if it were made of rubber or jelly.

“Dude...I’m struggling…” Emryc groaned from below, climbing the ladder into eternity. They passed several levels and the half Sephi felt deeply uncomfortable. He made a huge point to avoid looking down, only looking up.

After what felt like ages, they finally made it to what they guessed was the right level. Emryc climbed over the edge after Amon. He immediately scrunched up his face and almost gagged as the most repulsive smell hit his nose. A glance ahead revealed a massive Hutt being massaged by several naked twi’leks. The stench from the Hutt was enough to almost make Emryc start vomiting right there. If the Hutt spotted them, they would be skinned alive. He turned to Amon and whispered angrily, “You fucking idiot. Why’d we climb out here?”

 

[Amon Aldinari]

Red's reaction to his reaction to the janitors only earned an eye-roll for him as he put on the rest of the uniform. His thought had been only for a moment but of course, the half-Sephi caught it. When they reached the ladder and began to climb up, it was the easy part for Amon in a certain way. He still wobbled and slipped a few times but being high up didn't bother him in the slightest, growing up on Coruscant meant he was used to the iron jungle that it turned into, heights and all as he had to get rid of that fear quick.

When he caught the groan and then Red complaining that he was struggling, Amon securely snaked his arm around a rung, not even attempting to trust himself without. With a quick glance down at his new partner, he peered back up after at the remaining levels they had to go up before speaking slowly, "Okay buddy, I know it can be difficult. Left hand first, then right and then do the same with your legs. You can go slow if you want to." A smirk playing across his lips as he continued to climb up. At that point, he didn't understand his fear of heights, only thinking the half-Sephi was fatigued from the alcohol and the drugs.

As they arrived at the top, both of them were hit with an image that would most likely scar them for life. It was typical Hutt and their typical favorite Twi'leks pleasuring him. They were completely naked and it would have caught Amon's attention immediately at first but the smell would smash into and suffocate his nose. His eyes quickly saw what the girls were doing, lifting the rolls of the Hutt and scrubbing underneath. The slug would let out soft groans as he spectated the game, clearly occupied.

Amon barely caught Red's whisper, a gloved hand covering his mouth as he contained a cough quickly. His hand remained there while his gaze went to him, giving him the look that said, You think this was my idea? "Look..." He whispered at first but his mouth instinctively opened as wide as it could as he snapped his head to the ground, silencing any sound as the veins in his neck bulged. "We..." Another gag, this time longer as his face almost turned red. Amon shook his head, clearly frustrated at himself as he couldn't control his fit, and gave up trying a sentence. "Door..." The word finally managed to be uttered before another gag came shortly after.

When he intended to move to the door with Red, this time his willpower couldn't prevail and he puked right in front of him, right on Red's shin and had it fall down to his foot before he managed to whip his head away. It was a quick trigger and it was all that was needed to refocus him as it gave him some clarity and didn't even peer at Red. Unfortunately, the splashing sound could be heard and one of the Twi'leks casually walked over to check it out. There was a couch that blocked the view of the ladder and Amon scurried behind it as cover to hide, unable to comment about what just happened, thankfully the smell of his vomit covered by the stench of the Hutt.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc scrunched up his face as Amon clearly showed signs of vomiting. Unfortunately he couldn’t move fast enough while inebriated. A moment later, his shin suddenly had bits of partially digested cheap bar food on it. The half Sephi stared in stunned silence for a second before the vomit smell hit his nose. His own hand came up to his mouth as puke sprayed out from between his fingers. It was the first time Emryc discovered he was a sympathy puker.

The half Sephi ducked down behind the couch. He frantically crawled on one hand and his knees, his other hand still clutching his mouth as vomit splattered uncontrollably on the floor. He attempted to stifle the noise, leaving behind a nice trail as he continued to gag. The twi’lek walked over towards the couch, spotting the vomit path at once. By then the two teens were out of sight and around the furniture.

“Ugh, Tila,” The twi’lek said with exasperation, crossing her arms, “I told you not to drink so much. God you do this every time.”

“The hell you mean?” Another woman with a nasally voice called out from the distance.

“I’m just sayin’ I have to clean up after your ass every time.”

The little spat afforded Emryc and Amon a bit of cover to make a quick escape. The half Sephi was finally able to get his vomit spraying under control, no longer spewing like a lawn sprinkler as they arrived at the door.

The Hutt began to start turning his head to look. Emryc caught this and bodily shoved Amon through the door, launching himself out of the room. This resulted in the half Sephi landing in a heap on Curls, both covered in remnants of vomit that probably belonged to them both. Emryc was perfectly still for a moment, frozen as he looked back towards the room. For a moment it seemed like someone was coming to check them out. At the last minute, the hutt called the woman away.

Emryc exhaled and finally rolled off Amon. He glared at Curls but offered a hand to hoist him up to his feet. They had to find another path back to their destination.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

The scene had just turned to chaos, both of them just puking as everything they ingested came out. Both of them tried to bandage the situation, Red specifically holding his mouth as well but that trick didn't exactly help as Amon had already found out. The puke that came out from his buddy didn't help the situation, almost triggering another response but having already pulled the trigger, it was much easier to control this time.

Two Twi'leks spoke about the reveal of the puke on the floor, one blaming the other and creating the perfect window for them to point out. Clearly, it wasn't a problem that only happened to the two young men. It almost made him chuckle right there, just the absurdity of the situation and what the two girls talked about, making him cover his mouth to ensure nothing came out he didn't want to.

With the two preoccupied, they both made their way to the door once they recovered enough. Amon took the lead and assumed because his first time had been projectile. He didn't even cast a glance toward the Hutt, not risking the chance that somehow the slug caught a feeling and wanted to peek back. One of his hands reached for the door handle, about to open before suddenly it felt like a truck slammed right into his spine and sent him forward. Both the teens fell through and onto the other side, Amon roughly landing as he was still recuperating, Red's weight crashing on top of him as well.

At that point, Amon thought there was time was up, ready to throw up his hands and just accept his final moment before he would be killed. His last memory would be in a janitor suit that barely fit, covered in his own vomit and someone else's, drunk and high out of his mind. It was weird and difficult to accept. But then, Red calmly rolled off the top of him. no blasters aimed at them and got to his feet before offering a hand. With a slow turn of his head, grey eyes met the hand before he took it and allowed himself to be pulled up with a grunt.

Instead of standing to his full height, Amon placed his hands on his knees and remained hunched. He let out a "Guuuuuuuhhh." The sound somehow helping and was an accurate representation of how he felt. Amon glanced at the door, then at Red, the door, then back to Red again, "What the hell... was that?" Both of them knew exactly what it was, he more spoke from the angle of why did it exist for them to witness at that moment.

Finally regaining control of his thoughts, Amon fully stood up and just patted Red on the shoulder a few times, a silent message of gratitude for suffering with him through that. A nod was then given to the path ahead of them, "Bar should be ahead, private sections aren't too far from the public. I need a fucking drink." He felt Red would think the same.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc wiped his mouth off as Amon recovered on the floor next to him. He despised the taste of vomit, and he had no real way to wash it down. He nodded lazily at the suggestion of getting more drinks, a groan escaping him as Curls patted his shoulder.

They began to walk again towards the bar, and this would ultimately lead to their destination. The VIP box was just a level below and they blended in easily enough. As they kept walking, a tall, slender pantoran stepped out of a side room and walked ahead of them. Emryc immediately jutted an arm out to across Amon’s torso to make him stop in his tracks.

“Dude,” Emryc whispered, “That’s fucking Nebula Vance,” An infamous and exceedingly attractive pop star. She had likely just returned from doing her segment of the half time show based on her scantily clad state of attire and the sheen of sweat on her body. Her heels made her tower over both Curls and Red.

“I'm gonna go clean out her box,” The half Sephi said with a dazed look on his face, adjusting his ridiculous janitor overalls. He completely forgot about their mission, beginning to stupidly walk behind the celebrity.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

Thankfully, the two began to leave the scene and put as much distance as they could between them and the room they exited from. The images of the Hutt flashed across Amon's mind and he had to give a few quick shakes to remove them and make sure they didn't come back. Red appeared to be managing at least, not even offering words but more along with the likes of sounds as it was just taken as a 'yes' to his idea.

When they entered the bar area, the young man was glad to be surrounded by normal and drunk patrons. This was clearly the real VIP section, waitress's that were actually attractive walked around, expensive lights, and even a live band that played in the corner while the game went on. Hours could have been spent in that room, talking it up with the snobs and easily swiping whatever he came across. They wouldn't even notice what was missing before he was gone. But, they were there with an objective in mind and any further heat would only impede their progress.

Amon was about to make his way toward the penthouse before he felt an arm fling itself into his chest. At first, he thought they had been caught by the Hutt somehow and he readied himself in his head that he was going to keep swinging until something gave out. But then Red clarified for him and he finally brought his gaze over to Nebula as both of them just stared in unison, completely unashamed and blown away.

Mainstream pop music wasn't really his thing, he mostly listened to rap and what his friends listened to where he was from and, to say the least, Nebula wasn't on the list. But after meeting her in person, she was about to be. They were only offered her backside and Amon's gaze drifted down, the heels certainly helping her as it propped up her behind and made her tower over the two of them. With a certain slowness, one of his gloved hands ran through his hair to straighten out as he just shook his head slightly in appreciation, "I'll clean her box any day she asks." There was a feeling he was talking about something else entirely, a sort of breathless tone in his voice.

When he turned, it was finally noticed that Red had started to follow her and the two of them had not been on the same page. "Wait... what?" Did he mean literally? Before he knew it, there were already some feet between them and he quickly caught up with his stride so he walked shoulder to shoulder with his friend. "You're an idiot, an absolute idiot." The words muttered to Red but they were more to himself like he was just accepting who he was with and that whatever happened would be because of it.

They kept walking further and further away from the penthouse, which earned a glance back from Amon before he returned his direction back to Red as two janitors just followed Nebula, "What's the plan here?"