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Location: Hemelder Aurek
1900 Local Time
"HWWWOOOOAAAAAKKK HWWOOOAAAK"
What an awful sound, Fen thought as a disgustingly slimy tentacle wrapped itself around his tail. It was hard to think up a response for that. What do you say to HWOAK? It's not like a Rathtar would stop to appreciate any witty comebacks. The other Jedi here probably wouldn't hear anything, and if they did they would chock it up to some sort of pitiful death wail as he was devoured by the monstrous mass of teeth and tentacles that was now dragging him back into the transfer tube, and how embarrassing would that be? No. He was past witty responses on this one. Just done for. He wasn't going to dignify this monsters triumphant roar with a response. Or, at least, that was the plan, right up until its suckers took hold and yanked on his furry hind parts.
"YAIP YAIP YAIP!!!" Fennex yelped as the creature pulled free chunks of fur.
Go on a blue milk run, they said. Take a youngling or two, they said. What's the worst that could happen, they said. It was always the blue milk runs that turned to poodoo the fastest. They'd come here to Hemelder Aurek for the absolute milkiest of those milk runs. They were just going to run out to the mid-rim and settle a meaningless little trade dispute between a pair of old rivals that somehow still had some shred of respect for each other AND the Jedi- a rare combo in this galaxy. All they had wanted was a truly neutral voice in their disagreement. But nooooo, the emissaries couldn't be bothered. Not enough impact they said. Not worth the time they said. Send whoever, they said. And so now here Fennex was, negotiations complete, and about to get eaten by a Rathtar on his way home. Ugh, the indignity.
Fennex fumbled for his lightsaber as he was sucked back toward the opening of the tube that would sweep him and the Rathtar across the tarmac lot together. No way he was getting back in there with that thing, he told himself as he reflected on how in the great Corellian hell they'd gotten themselves into this mess. Literally all they had to do was walk back to the ship, and they would have gone home safe and sound. That was it. But nooooo. It wouldn't be right if something wasn't trying to eat him. Some dolt of a smuggler thought Rathtars would be a good idea for exotic animal smuggling. It hadn't exactly worked out. The smuggler and some unfortunate cargo handler had both quickly been devoured by the creature after its container was dropped by a worthless old loading drone. Two more cargo handlers met their doom before the Jedi, in their infinite wisdom, lured the things (oh yes, things, plural) away from the populated freight terminal. Now they were stuck battling the ravenous flesh monsters in a maze of cargo containers, loading cranes, freight droids, and a criss-cross of vertical and horizontal transfer tubes.
"WHY," Fennex called out as he got a grip on his lightsaber, "ARE THINGS", the knight hacked at the end of the tentacle gripping at his tail, "ALWAYS TRYING", he finally cut through the suckered fin that had hold of him and tumbled to the ground as the Rathtar HWWOOAAAKKEED at him again, "TO EAT ME?!"
@Sreeya @Wit
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