His trandoshan hide boots were muddy and he was miserable. He normally wouldn’t be caught dead on a backwater wretch of a planet like Kashyyyk. He barely understood the stupid monkeys and their grating voices were an assault to his sensitive ears. He was here because of a bet he had with his friends. The bet was to steal an authentic Wookiee bowcaster. Naturally, no one had a sense of direction, and he found himself completely lost in the Kashyyyk Shadowlands.
Ezra was dressed in a designer button down, tailored trousers that were very flattering and those expensive trandoshan boots. Perfect for a day at the office, painfully impractical for anywhere outdoors. His cologne alone was attracting a cloud of gnats and other bugs he batted away. Ezra was sweating profusely and he already unbuttoned a few buttons from the top. He smacked at his own arms and face, already sporting several bug bites.
“Ugh,” He spat as he took out his anti-bacterial canister and sprayed it all around him, “How can anyone live on a dump like this?” Ezra muttered to himself moments before his boot sank into a pile of…
He almost gagged at the smell. That was definitely a pile of turds. But what could create a pile like this? Those monkeys were pretty big, but what if this was from an animal? He couldn’t tell the difference. Were Wookiees even considered intelligent or did they simply mimic what they heard? Gross. He grimaced as he pulled his foot back, not even considering that the poop was relatively fresh.
Which meant that whatever left it was still nearby.
Delightfully oblivious, Ezra pointed his nalphone at the pile of crap and scanned it, speaking loudly, "Spalexa, what creature made this?"
Spalexa is offline. Attempting to reconnect...
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