Tabloid Sale of Starfun POP! figures of President Thorne ends with fight at a mall on Naboo

[Lîsabé Hanivel]

Sale of Starfun POP! figures of President Thorne ends with fight at a mall on Naboo

Hello, darlings! I'm back with more news for you. Many of you must know about the Starfun POP!. They are famous for doing figures of several fictional and real life characters that entered the pop culture. One of their works is a figure of Master Jedi Luke Skywalker.

Recently, was announced that they were going to launch a figure of President Emryc Thorne. This caused an uproar among Thorne's fans, with many already asking for a pre sale hours after the revelation. Many fell in love in how detailed it was, including what many consider as "the cutest ears that any figure ever had".

Now the figures are being sold across the Galaxy, making many of Thorne's fans happy. The demand is so great that in some places the stocks have already run out. One of these places was Naboo, where a fight happened in a mall of Theed. It started with a female Twi’lek and a male human arguing for the last figure. However, their screams alerted the others that the mall didn't have anymore Thornes to sell. The fight started when people entered the store wanting the last figure. The conflict spread and soon several people was fight across the entire building for the ownership of the last Emryc Thorne.

The fight ended with the intervention of the police and the last Thorne was taken by one of the officers as proof for the investigations. The result was the nearly total destruction of the mall and several beings were hospitalized due to injuries. The Starfun POP! announced that a new shipment is going to arrive in the next few days on Naboo.

 

[Ashla Ti]

On Naboo, as authorities stepped in to intervene in the shopping-aisle scurfuffle, a young Togruta stepped out with a satisfied look on her face. She carried a small bag in her hands, which was a rookie mistake on the part of the young woman. Immediately upon exit from the store she was surrounded by collectors, scalpers, and just simple Emryc fans, eager to rid her of the figure in her passion.

"Hey, what number did you get?" Someone shouted at her, knowing that this store was selling the limited editions, the rare and highly coveted numbered units. "Huh?" The question pulled Ashla out of her happy trance, it had taken a great deal of luck, maneuvering, and some not too subtle Force manipulation, to get her hands on the figure. "Number one."

There was a moment of silence around her as everyone processed what she had said, and even scalpers hounding nearby shoppers turned to look at her. In an instance she was surrounded. "I'll pay you a thousand credits for it!" "Five thousand!" "Fifteen thousand!"

Confused and somewhat overwhelmed, she started taking a step back when someone tried to skip the negotiation and went straight for the bag. Immediately her training took over, and her free hand went down to stop the young woman wearing the Emrcy Fan Club t-shirt from pulling the bag out of her hand. She pulled on the woman's hand and twisted it around her back in one quick motion. The crowd around her pulled back, surprised. She glanced around, imitating what she had seen Raze do, and was surprised when it actually worked.

The crowd parted around her, and she let go of the woman's hand as she started walking towards her speeder. As she was getting in she thought back on the bids, wondering how much this would be really worth, and then pushing the thought away. She didn't really have any intention of selling the figure.

@Sreeya

 

[Tristodd Brentioch]

Tristodd couldn't believe on his lucky. He had bought POP! President Thorne number 2! He had finally decided to return to work and Sibyl, who seemed to be strangely happy after seeing him, had dispatched the man to Naboo to nake some burocratic procedures regarding the transition of Brentaal from the NR to the ISC. He was so sad, he would not be able to participate of the giveaway that Pootalina had arranged for the Fan club.

Thankfully, he discovered that the mall in Theed was going to sell the limited edition of the figure, the numbered ones. Tristodd arrived in front of the mall, seven hours before it opened. He was the second of the line, behind a Togruta girl. The man waited patiently until the building opened and he ran to the store.

Obviously, he was dressed in a way that no one could identify him. The last thing that he wanted was having his parents discovering this unsavory inclination of his. He should hate himself for doing it, for risking the name of the family. But the man admired the President so much that he couldn’t resist the opportunity of having this cute POP!.

When the fight started, Tristodd ran toward the exit. He had hidden the plastic bag with his precious President Thorne #2 inside his overcoat. He saw a group of people trying to attack the Togruta from early. If it was in a normal occasion, he was going to help her. But now was every being for themselves. He needed to protect his POP! at any cost!

Avoiding the people, Tristodd ran to his speeder. He couldn't wait to open his figure at his penthouse. It was going to stay together with his collection of items of the fan club, such as the Thorne headband.

@Wit @Sreeya

 

[Shale Vizsla]

Shale spent most of her time in Mando space. However, when she heard about the Emryc Thorne action figure giveaway, she couldn’t help but promptly make her way to the nearest store that hadn’t sold out yet. Unfortunately, this meant hopping through several systems to get to Naboo. While she wasn’t as obsessive of a fan as many others (yeah right), a collector’s edition action figure was something even she couldn’t pass up.

By the time the Mando entered the shopping complex, most of the figures were already sold. She barely nabbed one, only to have it snatched out of her hand by a giant, muscly Feoorin wearing an Emryc ear headband.

“Give it back, bastard!” Shale growled in heavily accented Basic through her helmet. The man simply guffawed and started walking away. By now, someone shoved her from behind and she was a foul mood. Without thinking twice, she whirled in with a gauntleted punch, decking the Feeorin from the side. He cried out in rage, tucking the figure under one arm and using the other to casually yank her and bodily throw her.

The glass pane shattered as her heavily armored form crashed through it. Beyond enraged, Shale activated her jetpack to zoom higher up into the air to get a vantage point. She saw the giant man lumbering away and shot towards him like a torpedo before she tackled him against some shelves behind him, sending them falling backwards atop one another in a domino effect.

No one was going to take her Thorne figure from her.

@LouJoVi @Wit

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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The exclusive President Thorne figure.

Clove was not a massive fan of President Thorne, nor was she a collector of figures or any collectibles other than lace applications and shoes. It wasn't even normal for Jedi to have collectibles in the first place. But half-Sephi's weren't exactly common in the galaxy, and yet there he was, President Emryc Thorne. One of the most beloved politicians and a half-Sephi. And so, just seeing Emryc's half-Sephi ears on the figure was enough to convince her to board a ship to Naboo.

That is, after dressing in normal civilian clothing, because a Jedi would be unwelcome given what happened during the Senate meeting.

Clove wasn't the first to arrive at the shopping center, and there weren't many figures left, but she was able to obtain number 82. Although, to be honest, the collectible aspect of the figure didn't hold much interest for her. It was more about the figure's representation. And after everything that had happened, the little bit of happiness she felt after taking the figure in her hand was incredibly welcoming.

The half-Sephi delicately lowered the figure into her leather bag, a faint smile on her lips. She was lucky in that she resembled a child, and most people would avoid robbing a child, but she still made sure to secure the bag's flap. In case anything goes wrong.

Then a pair of fingers pinched the tops of her ears out of nowhere. "Ouch!" She let out a yelp and spun around to see who had rudely touched her out of nowhere.

A tall woman stood in front of her, wearing a Thorne headband with fake ears and a banner that read "I LOVE EMRYC!"

So these were the fake ears Crix was talking about.

"How did you make yours look so real?" the lady asked, her voice shrouded with envy. "Can you give them to me?" She looked as serious as she sounded. Did she really believe her ears were fake? But she's not even wearing a headband. "Uh. They are real." Clove muttered shyly as she stepped backward. "No way! You are a liar." Uttered the woman, shocked by the audacity. She chased the half-Sephi and wrapped her hand around her ear, tugging at it to free what she thought was a silicone layer.

Another yelp alerted the woman to the fact that she was holding real fleshy ears, which she quickly released. "You're not lying."

"LADIES? SHE HAS EMRYC'S EARS!" The fangirl screamed. The store fell silent, and all eyes were drawn to Clove and the fangirl. Oh no, no no no. And then came the chaos. They swarmed her and cornered her only way out in seconds, many wanting a closer look at the "life-like Emryc ears," while others wanted to ask questions. Some even reached for her ears, but Clove quickly cat-patted them away. "Are you related to the Emryc?" "Are you his sister?" "DOES HE HAVE A DAUGHTER WITHOUT TELLING US?" "What method did you use to obtain them? Is it true that you cloned them?! My sister just told me you did!" "Did you cut them off Emryc and sew them on your own head?!" Wait what?

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tag -Who the hell do I tag for this? @Wit @Sreeya -​

 

[Isaeval Ó Nualláin]

Isaeval wasn't a fan of Emryc, or really anybody. However her agency insisted to go get collectible figurine of the ISC President, saying that it would be a good publicity stunt. Although she didn't really have a choice anyways, she agreed to do so.

A member of the agency already went through the hassle of crawling through the swarm of poots and Emryc fangirls to get a collectible so Isaeval wouldn't have to. "Thank the force..." she thought. She couldn't even imagine how awful the smell was in a crowd of sweaty and feral young women. It was probably fishy.....

Isaeval showed up to the complex wearing her debut outfit and, with the collectible in hand, was noticed by a few photographers. She posed for a bit holding the figurine in the palm of her hand. One of the photographers asked what number she got, Isaeval looked at the bottom of the figurine "Uhh, number 10! So close to 1 but I'm just happy I was able to get one!" she said with a smile, and in as happy of a tone as possible as to not piss off the few Emryc fans that were watching her.

In the distance Isaeval saw a swarm of girls that appeared to be ravaging someone for their ears. Out of all the things she has seen in her life, there was nothing as terrifying as what she witnessed. The girls were like a horde of savages shredding apart their prey. Isaeval leaned over to her manager and whispered "Can I please leave, I don't feel safe here..."

@Sreeya @LilyNion

 

[Pootalina]

Pootalina is approaching...​

When Emryc Thorne was the topic at hand, there was a 100% chance that Pootalina would be interested. A Starfun POP! figure of her dear beloved? Nothing, absolutely nothing, would stand in the way of her and that figurine.

Pootalina did not have to fight her way through the crowd, in part due to her large figure, but mostly due to the aroma of mayonnaise, marshmallow, and mildew which clung to her gummy skin like cat hair on a sweater. Like many of the other fangirls and fanboys in the crowd, she wore a copious amount of "I <3 You, Emryc Thorne!" merch. A couple of the fan club members recognized her and waved, but if anyone else did, they were either two disgusted or shy to approach her. No one dared to try to pull her figurine from her hands either. No, that would be way too close for comfort.

As the appropriately-sized wermal made her way out of the store, her singular eye settled upon a diminutive figure in the crowd under siege of grabbing hands and loud questions by a growing mob. The girl, Pootalina quickly noticed, had the adorable ears that her Emy-poo also shared.

'I have to do something! They could be related! I could never let a member of my Beloved's family come under harm's way!' With the speed and force of an avalanche crashing down the mountains of Telos, Pootalina began to charge through the crowd towards the girl. The sudden burst of speed disturbed her stomach, and as she ran a high whine escaped from her bottom. It continued on for several seconds, leaving an invisible cloud behind her as she ran past several people ( Shale included @Sreeya ) that smelt as if a pile of rotten eyes, mold, and duck manure had been blended all up into one.

Once the crowd noticed the giant wermal headed their way, all but those enamored by Clove ( @LilyNion ) parted way to make room for Pootalina. She descended upon the group reached for the girl's ears and split them apart with her two mighty hands. In one motion she reached for Clove and went to throw the girl up onto her back.

"Don't worry kid, I've got you! Let's get out of here!" The wermal, with Clove hopefully on her back, would then charge away from the crowd and towards the mall exit. If Clove turned around to look, she would see a mob of curious fan charging towards her and Pootalina, reaching for the girl and continuing to shout questions her way. Nothing could get in Pootalina's way though; her form pushed past any of those who would attempt to stop her.

 

[Ashla Ti]

Ashla was halfway to her speeder when the sound of chaos drew her attention. She stopped, looking back to see glass shatter and an armored figure come flying out of the store (@Sreeya). She was transfixed, watching as the figure rose and charged back in, her thoughts going back to the story about the crazy fan club president lady getting attacked by a Mandalorian. Wondering what it was that drew these two groups together, she was about to turn around when she felt a sudden weight on her back, followed by small points of pain. She was about to look over her shoulder to see what had happened when something slammed into her foot, almost knocking her over.

Steadying herself, she looked down to see a small furry creature, an Ewok! She was dressed in much the same manner as Ashla remembered seeing the Wermal president of the fan club dress up, and was even wearing a wig that made her look like her. But what caught the Togruta's eye was the knife she held in her hand, which she immediately slammed into her leg. She let out a scream, dropping to a knee, and suddenly she knew what the weight on her back was as the Pootalina-Ewok jumped onto her shoulder. Sharp pangs of pain wracked her body as she acted on instinct and pushed away with the Force. The one dressed like Pootalina, the Pootewok as some corner of her head chimed in, was sent flying back and slammed into a dumpster, immediately knocked out. But the second Ewok held onto her back, and as another pang of pain shot up her montral she knew why. The damn thing was biting into her, its clawed dug into shoulders as its mouth clamped onto her montral.

Pissed beyond compare, she reached back and grabbed it by its furry back, and let out a scream as more blood gushed out when she ripped his claws and teeth off of her. She got to her feet, the screaming, thrashing Ewok held in her hand, his hands reaching for the bag she still held in her other arm. "Mine! Mine! Want!!!"

Straightening up she tossed the Ewok, flinging him away from her, she finally saw what was in front of her. Noticing for the first time what she had tossed the Ewok towards. Her eyes widened as she saw hell itself rushing towards her. It was Pootalina, and not a miniature pretender, but the real thing. She was running, and straight for her, and there seemed to be a crowd chasing her.

That was when the Ewok slammed into her, sending both the oversize Wermal and someone on her back crashing to the ground, right in front of the bloodied and confused Togruta. (@lizziie @LilyNion) She just stood there, staring at the chaos in front of her, till her eyes fell on the figure who had fallen off the Wermal's back, noticing her ears. Suddenly the mob behind them, and the incoherent mess they were screaming, made sense. She bent down and picked up the girl, drawing on the Force once more, not to ignore the pain or strengthen herself, but to keep herself form gagging on the smell.

"If you're going to go under the knife to make yourself look like a celebrity, at least have the common sense to stay away from the crazies fawning over him."

 

[Darius Belari]

Darius could hardly contain his excitement when he heard the news about the action figure giveaway. The Lokkian wasn’t a very vocal member of the fan club - more the silently obsessive type - but this was an opportunity he simply couldn’t pass up. He was already stationed on Theed as part of his duties as an ISC Ranger, which made it all-too-easy to slip away from the garrison for a few hours – long enough to snag his own collector’s action POP!

Surrounded by his own kind, the Lokkian had no qualms about wearing his fanaticism on his sleeve - rocking an Emryc-Ear headband and I <3 EMRYC THORNE tanktop - which, as an ISC Ranger, was just downright patriotic.

Despite his close proximity, Darius arrived at the shopping mall a bit later than everyone else – meaning that most of the figures had already been sold, and an all-out brawl had already broken out amongst the ravenous crowds. While mall employees had long-since lost control of the situation, the Life Day music – started the millisecond after Hallowe’en - still played out over the store speakers, providing a cheery backdrop to the sounds of all-out war that filled the air.

While nothing was quite so frightening as a fanatical fan club member in a frenzy, Darius would not be deterred. He was going to get his hands one of those figurines, no matter what stood in his path. Without a second thought, Darius began to weave his way into the crowd, pushing through the crowds of people to get to his prize.

He could hardly contain his excitement. The rows of shelves were only just up ahead, and Darius could practically see his figurine waiting for him – even if he had to deck a fellow fan club member in the face, or whip out his stun blaster, to get it. His concentration, however, was interrupted by the sound of thundering footsteps echoing above the crowds. Rapidly approaching.

“..What’s that sound?” He muttered to himself.

Blue eyes frantically began to scan through the crowd, searching for the baby Rancor that surely had been unleashed amongst them – stampeding through fellow fan club members without ever slowing down. It didn’t take the Lokkian much longer to determine the true source of the thundering - eyes going completely wide with shock as their illustrious leader, Pootalina Thorne, emerged from the crowd. The blonde-haired Wermal bulldozed right through a row of innocent bystanders in the process, bodies knocked in opposite directions as the woman charged ahead – right towards Darius.

The Lokkian didn’t even notice the girl on the Wermals shoulder, nor the familiar ears that would’ve made him giddy. He was frozen with a mixture of terror and shock, and the poor man didn’t even think to move out of Pootalina’s warpath – standing like a Gallaze about to get slammed by a freighter.

“WHAT—” He barely got the word out before it hit him. Literally.

With all the strength of a pissed-off Huttball player on illegal steroids, Pootalina mowed right through Darius – eliciting a high-pitched, girlish scream from the Ranger as he was bodily slamming to the ground. Sudden ache radiated through the Rangers entire body, though he narrowly avoiding being trampled by the gigantic wermal that passed over the top of him. This was no mercy, however, for Darius was instead subjected to a fate far-worse than having his bones shattered beneath the enormous Fan club President.

With his ears ringing from the impact, Darius only heard faint whispers of that high-pitched whine that escaped the Wermal’s derriere – serving as his only warning of the cropdusting that he had been subjected to. Within moments, the Lokkian’s nostrils were invaded by the noxious gas of Pooatalina, immediately causing the man to gag. It smelt as if a decaying flesh, duck manure, rotten eggs and AMS had been blended one. A ‘fart’ was too simple of a term for what Darius was smelling. This was a wicked form of biological warfare, the likes of which would make the most fearsome Sith Lord beg for mercy.

The longer he laid there, marinating in that foul odor, eyes watering, Darius couldn’t help but come to a single terrifying realization. This was it. This was how he was going to die – by having the life smothered from his body by Pootalina’s ass-fumes.

Before merciful death could possibly claim him, another sensation suddenly hit him – the horrendous stench finally proving too much for the Lokkian’s stomach. Barely able to roll over onto his side in time, Darius proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach onto the mall floor – leaving a puddle of puke that some fan club member was bound to slip in.

@lizziie

 

[Tristodd Brentioch]

While he still ran toward his speeder, Tristodd heard several screams coming from where the Togruta girl was. Even with him wanting only reach his vehicle to flee to the safety of his hotel room, he was still a good person. Due to that, he turned to see if the girl was fine. What he saw made the Brentaalan wide his eyes behind his sunglasses. The Togruta was fighting against Ewoks, and one of them was dressed like Pootalina!

This scene was so bizarre that Tristodd forgot totally about his urge to run to his speeder. Then he saw the Togruta throw the Ewok against the colossal figure of the true Pootalina. He saw the gargantuan wermal crash on the floor, together with the child that was on her back.

It made Tristodd wake up from the stupor he was due to the bizarreness he witnessed. Worried that Pootalina could have crushed the child, the Brentaalan ran toward the three. However, he put a mask with filter. He had learned with his cousin to always carry one during an event related to President Thorne, it was certain that the wermal would be there.

The mask would not be enough to block all the foul odor, but at least would give some relief. After he was close enough to them, he saw that the Togruta was trying to help the kid rise from the floor. "Are you three fine? Can I help you with anything? I have a speeder outside, I can give you all a ride out of this madness." if Pootalina enter in his speeder, he would need to burn it. He doubted that there was anything in the Galaxy that could remove her odor. Well, at least he was going to do a good thing.

@Wit @LilyNion @lizziie

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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Clove? Clove had seen a lot of things. Especially in recent months. Dantooine as a whole, carcasses, bottles of minced human meat and blood. Clove had a steel stomach, especially after the medical clinic experience. Nothing could catch her off guard or surprise her.

That is, until the crowd scrambled away with screams of utter panic and disgust to reveal what can only be described as hell itself. Pootalina Thorne. Number one fan of Emryc.

When Sith die, it's she who they see.

The sight of the colossal Wermal was one thing, but the scent that followed was enough to make even the bravest soldier squeal. Rotten decaying flesh, a child's vomit after Life day, foul eggs and rotten strawberries all mixed together into a harmony of chemical warfare. Nobody should have to experience something like that. Clove's heart knew it was wrong to judge the Wermal, both as a Jedi and as a person she knew to be kind. Her mind and stomach, on the other hand, had other ideas. Especially after she snatched Clove's arm and swung her around on her back.

A cloud of sickening sweetness and pure rotten death suffocated her. The scent was so strong up close that it made her eyes water, her nose itch and burn as if her nose hairs had shriveled away, and it was a constant battle to keep the acid from rising up her throat.

The half-Sephi's hands grabbed whatever they could find, which happened to be a fat roll and a shoulder, and she quickly regretted it. The woman's skin—she was a woman, right?—had an oddly moist feel to it. As if Wermal had just gotten home from the gym and ignored to shower. Or, maybe she had showered, in a shower of sticky marshmallows and children tears.

Clove knew she should thank her, but opening her mouth would've resulted in the worst possible outcome, so she refused to.

The goliath of a woman charged through the crowd, scattering people to the left and right. Screams and squeals of ten-year-old girls being squashed filled the room. The noises didn't stop even when Pootalina started to leave the building. Because, much to Clove's dismay, the same crowd had started following them. The questions never stopped coming, each one freakier than the last.

Something warm and thick smacked into her left cheek and snuggled in her hair out of nowhere. She couldn't figure out what had hit her at first, what could have been chunky and warm? At this height, no less? Did somebody throw some baby food at them? Then, the sour crept up her somewhat numbed nose.

Projectile vomit.

She would've lost it right then if it hadn't been for the fact that her nose had become desensitized thanks to the stench of Pootalina. She was convinced that she had lost every single nose hair and would never be able to smell again. Something in the back of her mind told her that made logical sense.

It was as if the world had slowed down to a crawl. Her gaze was drawn to the right, to the source of the projectile vomit. Due to his merchandise and the fact that he, too, was covered in vomit, she initially didn't recognize the man on the ground. But then they locked gazes for a split second. Or well, her eyes locked with his. She couldn't even tell if he was conscious.

But it was Darius. The ranger she had dragged through the corridor. She had had most likely given him a severe headache at the time. But she apologized to him, didn't she?!

Was this his revenge?

The second unexpected event of the night occurred before the anger could reach her; something abruptly altered the Wermal's movement, sending Clove flying into the air.

A raged little Ewok dressed as Pootaline slammed into her in mid-air, claws drawing across her cheek and neck. She fell to the ground and heard it scream "MINE, MINE, MINE MINE MINE! WANT WANT! MINE!" as their claws reached her ears. Clove snatched the Ewok from the side of her head and tossed it into the grass with the third yelp of the night. "Sorry! Sorry! Hope it didn't hurt!" She yelled after it.

Another unfortunate meeting with the ground. They really had to stop meeting like this.

A Togruta with the same scratch wounds as the half-Sephi—The poor thing had to have fought off an army of Ewoks—leaned in close to her and began picking her up from the ground. "They are real, I swear to the Force! I didn't get these ears by going under the knife!" She hissed again before turning to face the crowd of people still working their way to them, as well as death itself, Pootalina. Another stranger approached them, a man wearing a mask over his face to protect himself from the stench of Korriban's underbelly. He had a way out. "Lead the way!"

She grabbed the Togruta by the hand and began to run towards the speeder as if her life depended on it. Because, in a way, it did.

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tag -Who the hell do I tag for this? @Wit @Sreeya @lizziie @Altaris @LouJoVi -​

 

[Isaeval Ó Nualláin]

Just as she asked her manager if they could leave, Isaeval witnessed a blonde haired monster charge through the complex, completely obliterating anyone in it's path. If the scene of the girl being attacked was terrifying, then seeing this monster was traumatizing. There were bodies of young girls and boys on the floor; some were bloody, others had their bodies completely crushed. One poor soul had their head completely split open, their brain oozing out onto the shopping complex floor.

Further up ahead many individuals seemed to be collapsing to the floor, screeching and shaking uncontrollably. "THE SMELLLL I CAN'T BREATHEEE!!" a high pitched voice screeched in the distance. One girl was even bashing her face onto the floor in order to break her own nose. Many more began to vomit and collapse onto the floor. "Holy smokes...." Isaeval muttered, her lips quivering. She had never seen such a disaster occur in her life time. This clearly was a terrorist attack of some sort; they unleashed a monster and a biological weapon at the same time.

Isaeval quickly made her way out of the complex in order to suffer the same cruel fate. Many others followed, not wanting to suffocate or be crushed to death. Just outside the complex, police officers were preparing to enter the complex after many reports of a chemical weapon being released.

@Wit @Sreeya @lizziie @LilyNion @LouJoVi @Altaris

 

[Pootalina]

She was running with the girl on her back when something hot and covered in hair came in contact with the side of her face. The girl fell from her back and Pootalina was thrown off balance and sent tumbling forward. Instinctively the wermal bent her neck to tuck into a roll, but the velocity in which she had been charging resulted in a disastrous mishap that left her unharmed but in an undesirable position. Instead of somersaulting over her head and back up onto her two stubby legs, Pootalina ended up rolling onto her side like a log tumbling down a hill. The only difference between her and that metaphorical log was that she was losing speed while it would be gaining.

The wermal woman continued to roll for several meters until coming to a stop, all the while releasing wet toot as she tumbled along. "I hope my doctor was wrong about my toots causing hallucinations...I've been awfully gassy today," she said to herself as she rolled. When she came to a stop Pootalina popped up to her feet, just in time to see the girl and two others hurrying their way off to a speeder bike. Her one bulging eye trailed after the long-eared girl as a disappointed sigh left her red, lipless lips. She had wanted to ask the girl if she was related to her Beloved, but she supposed it was good that she was making her escape from the mob of questioning Pootalina had snatched her from.

"My Emryc!" In a panicked frenzy Pootalina reached into her pocket and pulled out a cracked and squished figurine. "No!"

Pootalina fell to her knees, cupping the broken likeness of her to-be husband in her stubby hands. Tears began to stream from her single eye and her nose began to run, causing a greenish stream of wet to trickle across her gummy skin. Tenderly she pulled it to her chest and bowed her head, holding it just like that for several moments.

"Go in peace," she mumbled as she lowered the broken figure to the ground. Her eye spoke of pain, of grief, and of loss. When she finally stood, there was a look of determination in her eye. "There will be more shipments!" declared the wermal to the empty air with a fist raised and shook to it. "I will not let this failure define me!"

The determination in her eye was soon replaced by fear.

BANG!

The sound of blaster fire could be heard shortly before the screaming began. Pootalina whipped around to investigate the noise and watched as young woman dressed head-to-toe in "I <3 You, Emryc Thorn!" merch collapsed to the ground before a dark-haired, well-dressed man who pointed a blaster at her falling body. As the crowd stumbled away from him, Pootalina watched from afar as he bent down and plucked a figurine from her bloodied hands. But just as he stood, another man charged and tackled him from behind. They fell into a writhing mess on the ground, the other man trying to reach for his gun while he tried to position it out of his reach.

BANG!

The gunman jumped up from the ground, leaving the other man dead on the ground, and began to frantically swing his pistol around at the floor. One woman, in a panic, threw her hands into the air. The gesture must've frightened the gunman, because he put a blaster bullet right into her head.

BANG!

The crowd began to rush the exits, and more blaster fire began to ring out as others pulled out their guns to shoot at the man. They were no match for his gunmanship, and after they fell, he began to fire wildly into the crowd. His eyes were wide and a cry fell from his lips as he too began to run towards the exit.

Right towards Pootalina.

She knew she had no other option. She could run with the rest, but there were children here! There were children in danger of dying! There were people that already died! That woman, dead on the ground with bloodied hands, had been wearing merch from her fan club! He had murdered her!

Raw, unbridled determination manifested within her as adrenaline entered her veins and a putrid release of gas exited her anus. The wermal began to charge into the crowd, headed straight for the man blindly running towards her, gun in hand. Her eye met his, blue meeting blue. He saw her size, 6'4" to his puny 6'1"-ish, barreling towards him and the panicked fear in his eyes turned into pure terror. He pressed out three shots towards the wermal, all three hitting somewhere across her body, but the last thing he saw before the world went black was a close-up view of the smeared makeup on her face as she tackled him into the ground and crushed him under her weight.

Pain rushed through Pootalina in a way that was much worse than that one time she had stuck a fork in the electrical socket as a baby wermlang. She tackled, half fell into the gunman, crushing his figure glad in an expensive suit under 300 lbs of sticky, stinky mass. He struggled underneath her, and it was only when she felt his boy relax did she roll off of him. She looked at the blurry ceiling and watched as black tinted the edge of her vision.

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