Caligula
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Tatooine, Mos Eisley Spaceport
Earlier that Day
Fearoes watched as the Imperial Shuttle flew away, a small smirk on his lips. He felt the dry heat of the new planet. He had learned a few things about the planet prior to landing; for starters, it was covered in something called "Sand." In fact, there were such great quantities of this "Sand" that they formed "Deserts" where there was no water. Fearoes had never heard of this stuff but the Imperials had assured him it was safe. Secondly, he learned that the planet was called Tatooine and that it was a very dangerous planet. He remembered laughing at their warning. The word seemed to have a hollow meaning to him now, dangerous. He knew danger more than anyone and he was willing to gamble that fact. Finally, he had learned that credits were the language of the Galaxy; this had become apparent when the Imperial Officer on board had attempted to bribe Fearoes to let them go. Fearoes chuckled, remembering the fear in the officer's eyes as he handed the young man the data pad. Fearoes still had the data pad, not sure what to do with it. But it didn't stop him from keeping the shuttle under his control.
Fearoes walked out of the landing area and into the main street, his senses instantly bombarded with sounds, sights, and smells that were brand new to him. He smelled good, delicious smelling things as well as things that smelled like they came out of a Rancor. He heard the sounds of languages he'd never heard or considered to exist, the beeping of droids of all kinds, and the bustle of city-life. He saw much more, his eyes observing the species that called this cesspool a home. Tall creatures, short ones, clothed in many different garbs, sentient and non-sentient; they all buzzed together in a strange sort of harmony that seemed strangely familiar to Fearoes. He felt a strange sense of order among the chaos. It was like on Felucia, how the plants and animals would interact with each other in different ways. It made Fearoes comfortable.
He continued down the busy street, following the flow of movement. His attire wasn't very attractive; a brand new, shiny set of Imperial-Scout Trooper armor. He refused to wear the helmet because it interfered with his natural senses. He felt the eyes of many species watching him as he walked behind a small, hooded creature. His head continued to swivel as he assessed his surroundings, checking for dangers or patterns that he could exploit somehow. As he walked to nowhere in particular, he talked to himself.
"So, what do you think of this place?" He asked himself, speaking out loud to no one in particular.
"It's a shitty planet with shitty people; it seems like a good fit for us." His inner voice spoke, Fearoes being the only person who could hear him.
"Well that's good. I wonder where we can get something to eat. You think we have to hunt for our food here?" Fearoes asked again, his stomach agreeing with an audible grumble.
"Wait and watch, food will show itself if you're patient." His inner voice replied.
Fearoes nodded, shuffling past the small hooded creature. But as he passed the creature, a potent odor struck Fearoes’ nostrils. The smell burnt the hairs in his nose and made him regret not wearing the trooper helmet. It was a horrid smell that Fearoes couldn’t identify with anything he’d smelled before. He covered his nose and bolted away, trying to flee from the terrible odor. He ducked behind one of the many domed huts that acted as local living arrangements. He coughed several times and his eyes watered.
“What the hell was that!?” He asked himself through coughs and sneezes.
“I don’t know, but it might’ve had something to do with that shorter creature.” His inner voice responded with a hint of disgust towards the rodent-like being. “Stay clear of those things.”
Fearoes coughed and cleared his throat. “Right. Now,” He straightened himself and ran his hand through his oil black hair. “I’ve got to find some food.”
Fearoes spent the next few minutes following his nose. He smelled many delicious scents, but one thing stood out in particular amongst them; meat. Fearoes stalked his invisible prey, slinking through the streets and ducking around huts until he found the source of the wonderful smell. A small clearing was inhabited by a large humanoid alien. Around him, several other aliens were sitting and eating their food. But what amazed Fearoes the most was that they had hunks of meat just hanging from strings around the humanoid’s cart. It baffled Fearoes, but he didn’t complain as he slowly approached the meat. Once he was close enough he reached out and snatched the hunk of meat, cutting it free with his Aklay knife. He took a big bite and tore a piece of the meat off, chewing it slowly. It tasted very sweet which confused him as meat had never tasted sweet before.
Before he could take a second bite however, the large humanoid had hobbled over and started yelling at Fearoes in its native language. Unfortunately, Fearoes couldn’t make a lick of sense out of what the alien was saying. He only knew Felucianese and Basic, and that was because the Imperials on the shuttle had given him a translator which changed most foreign languages into Felucianese. Apparently whatever the alien was saying didn’t register.
Fearoes just stood there, starring in amazement. Then he took another bite of the meat. Again the sweet taste of the meat flooded Fearoes’ taste buds. The alien seemed to get angrier however and advanced on Fearoes. His instincts took hold and he instantly whipped out his knife, spinning it in his hand before catching it blade up. The alien hesitated before taking out a large knife. Its shape reminded Fearoes of the skullblades used by the Felucian Warriors. But this weapon was shorter and thicker. It didn’t matter to Fearoes; he’d killed worse. Both combatants starred each other down before the alien croaked something and rushed at Fearoes. Fearoes moved with grace as he effortlessly dodged the weapon and appeared behind the alien. He was about the deliver a death blow when he heard an outside voice shout, “Freeze! Both of you!”
Both Fearoes and the alien turned to see 3 humans running towards them. They were dressed in white armor, armor similar to the set Fearoes was currently wearing.
“They must be Imperial soldiers.” Fearoes said to himself.
“You’ve tangled with their kind before,” His inner voice replied. “You’ve got nothing to fear.”
“That was when I had the element of surprise. I’m not sure my luck will be so good here.”
One of the Imperial soldiers focused on Fearoes. “Stop talking! Both of you are coming with us. You’d better close your shop, Dracets.”
The alien started to make a series of noises and gestures that resembled pleading or explaining. Fearoes just smirked. He quickly swiveled his head around to get a feeling for his surroundings. As the Imperials began to advance on the two fighters, Fearoes made a break for an open alleyway. As he passed the cart he cut another hunk of meat free and tipped the cart over, sending sauces and credits all over the street. Other aliens rushed in to collect the fallen currency as Fearoes dashed down the alley. He made several turns and maintained a steady, quick speed, yet he could still heard the Imperial soldiers following him. He rounded a corner and saw a series of boxes stacked on top of one another. He quickly judged the distance and ran towards the boxes. Once there, he leapt up and pushed off the top box, propelling himself onto the rooftop nearby. From there he continued to sprint across the dome shaped buildings, smiling the whole way. After a few minutes of running, he slowed down and checked his surroundings. No pursuers.
After getting down from the rooftop, he sat down in the shade and started munching on the meat.
“It’s strange” Fearoes said to himself. “But it tastes better knowing that I hunted it.”
“But you didn’t hunt it.” His inner voice answered. “You took it from that other predator. And when he tried to take it back, you were better in the end.”
“I would have killed him if those soldiers hadn’t showed up.” Fearoes shrugged as he took another bite of meat.
He was about to get up when something caught his attention.