TheLastLine
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The air lingered with the stench of watered down beer, intermingled with sweat and other precarious bodily fluids. The air was defiled by the horrendous, unceasing squawks, screams and laughter of the patrons. The patrons, well what can I say about the patrons? Big and small, round and square they defiantly, were all there! Hey, that rhymes! OK, sorry for the misuse of commas, back to the story.
As our heroes entered the noise died for the regulars were gifted with the most peculiar sight, the sight of a 7ft ‘3, 400 pound Gamorrean (Greeskh, Lord of Coruscant and High Overseer) with a makeshift wooden throne strapped onto his shoulders.
What was most peculiar of all was the character strapped into the booster seat which had been welded to the throne, King Colou I, Lord of this and all Worlds. The Jawa who had come to enlighten those in the darkness.
One or two exhaled a small laugh before being glared at by Greeskh as he made his approach to the small stage (that had been occupied previously by a Twilek dancer), the occupant fled out of fear creating a tense atmosphere as the entertainment for the evening had vanished into the night.
Greeskh tore the throne from his shoulders and dropped the Lord ungracefully onto the stage, causing the throne to rock wildly, awakening Colou. As Colou struggled to work his way out of the booster seat he looked at his surroundings with a bemused stare and then he started to speak.
(A small note: The reason these peasants were given the glory to sight the King was that this was the only bar that they had found that could fit the huge Gamorrean [with the King on his shoulders] could fit into without making Colou walk, like a mortal.)
Colou said a few words (the Jawas have a very different opinion on what a ‘few’ words is) before losing his drive, sitting back in his chair and falling into a deep slumber, by this time the patrons were roaring with laughter. Greeskh ran forwards and slapped the Lord around the head to bring him from his divine visions to reality, to the unbelievers.
“Uhghhh.. I am so… grounded..” Colou said, the slap propelling him several feet, out of his chair and onto the edge of the stage, he tried to get to his feet but he was too tired. Greeskh understood the dire situation, for the crowd had mostly returned to their drinks, ignorant of the salvation which led infront of them. Taking out some of Colou’s magic powder, he put it under the nostrils of his tiny God and said gently.
“My... Lord, use.. special.. high.. powers..” The brain deadened Gammorean said, with a fiery zeal in his eyes. “Make.. unbelievers.. believe.” He said.
“Of course ! Use my special getting high powers, I cant believe I didn’t think of that before I am a genius wait no you are a genius we are all geniunses who would of thought of it now we can seduce the crowd and make them believe in my divine pro-“ The Jawa hardly stopped for breathe and as he snorted the substances he shot to his feet and screamed a high pitch wail which silenced the patrons once more, they all turned and looked as the Jawa signaled to his large companion who dropped the half broken/half vandalized protocol droid which served as a translator between the two who could not pronounce basic.
“Look guys I know you are looking at yourself and thinking what is me what am I this is a big place and I am a small guy I don’t really like being small so I know what Im going to do Im going to be like sat here drinking instead of worshiping god cause god don’t watch me from this place but you are wrong I am god and I watch you now.” Stopping for a second he takes a deep breathe in, he looked to his droid that remained silent, this was normal, he spoke very little basic and had no idea what his droid said.
“Look now let me tell you how it is I like to see dragons and dragons fly around and I control Krayt Dragons true story this is how I roll and I know how you feel at the bottom of the bottom follow me for I am lord and lord is good and I am good and god is good and I am also god. My first philosophy is taking lots of magic powder which I sell at half price to those who submit themselves to my power and can see the world as I see it because my world is really cool.” He stopped for a breathe and for the droid to translate.
“Statement: Dear Mortals, it pains me to see you in such a state, I am Colou I, King of this world and all worlds. You may laugh, you may laugh but look at yourself, you are drinking in this poor establishment worrying about the next pay check.”
“Real Empathy: I wish you could understand what I am, and how I rode the mystical Krayt Dragon to the conclusion of the Dune sea and was given the revelation that I was the lord by the council of lords, since that day I could feel all that you felt and I have a cure.”
“Genuine and truthful statement: I am a good man, I have many followers and many would wonder why I am here, but no man is underneath my gaze, no asexual alien will go wanting for the lack of mention of asexual beings in holy texts, no female or female look alikes will be discriminated against, listen to my words and all will become clear.”
As our heroes entered the noise died for the regulars were gifted with the most peculiar sight, the sight of a 7ft ‘3, 400 pound Gamorrean (Greeskh, Lord of Coruscant and High Overseer) with a makeshift wooden throne strapped onto his shoulders.
What was most peculiar of all was the character strapped into the booster seat which had been welded to the throne, King Colou I, Lord of this and all Worlds. The Jawa who had come to enlighten those in the darkness.
One or two exhaled a small laugh before being glared at by Greeskh as he made his approach to the small stage (that had been occupied previously by a Twilek dancer), the occupant fled out of fear creating a tense atmosphere as the entertainment for the evening had vanished into the night.
Greeskh tore the throne from his shoulders and dropped the Lord ungracefully onto the stage, causing the throne to rock wildly, awakening Colou. As Colou struggled to work his way out of the booster seat he looked at his surroundings with a bemused stare and then he started to speak.
(A small note: The reason these peasants were given the glory to sight the King was that this was the only bar that they had found that could fit the huge Gamorrean [with the King on his shoulders] could fit into without making Colou walk, like a mortal.)
Colou said a few words (the Jawas have a very different opinion on what a ‘few’ words is) before losing his drive, sitting back in his chair and falling into a deep slumber, by this time the patrons were roaring with laughter. Greeskh ran forwards and slapped the Lord around the head to bring him from his divine visions to reality, to the unbelievers.
“Uhghhh.. I am so… grounded..” Colou said, the slap propelling him several feet, out of his chair and onto the edge of the stage, he tried to get to his feet but he was too tired. Greeskh understood the dire situation, for the crowd had mostly returned to their drinks, ignorant of the salvation which led infront of them. Taking out some of Colou’s magic powder, he put it under the nostrils of his tiny God and said gently.
“My... Lord, use.. special.. high.. powers..” The brain deadened Gammorean said, with a fiery zeal in his eyes. “Make.. unbelievers.. believe.” He said.
“Of course ! Use my special getting high powers, I cant believe I didn’t think of that before I am a genius wait no you are a genius we are all geniunses who would of thought of it now we can seduce the crowd and make them believe in my divine pro-“ The Jawa hardly stopped for breathe and as he snorted the substances he shot to his feet and screamed a high pitch wail which silenced the patrons once more, they all turned and looked as the Jawa signaled to his large companion who dropped the half broken/half vandalized protocol droid which served as a translator between the two who could not pronounce basic.
“Look guys I know you are looking at yourself and thinking what is me what am I this is a big place and I am a small guy I don’t really like being small so I know what Im going to do Im going to be like sat here drinking instead of worshiping god cause god don’t watch me from this place but you are wrong I am god and I watch you now.” Stopping for a second he takes a deep breathe in, he looked to his droid that remained silent, this was normal, he spoke very little basic and had no idea what his droid said.
“Look now let me tell you how it is I like to see dragons and dragons fly around and I control Krayt Dragons true story this is how I roll and I know how you feel at the bottom of the bottom follow me for I am lord and lord is good and I am good and god is good and I am also god. My first philosophy is taking lots of magic powder which I sell at half price to those who submit themselves to my power and can see the world as I see it because my world is really cool.” He stopped for a breathe and for the droid to translate.
“Statement: Dear Mortals, it pains me to see you in such a state, I am Colou I, King of this world and all worlds. You may laugh, you may laugh but look at yourself, you are drinking in this poor establishment worrying about the next pay check.”
“Real Empathy: I wish you could understand what I am, and how I rode the mystical Krayt Dragon to the conclusion of the Dune sea and was given the revelation that I was the lord by the council of lords, since that day I could feel all that you felt and I have a cure.”
“Genuine and truthful statement: I am a good man, I have many followers and many would wonder why I am here, but no man is underneath my gaze, no asexual alien will go wanting for the lack of mention of asexual beings in holy texts, no female or female look alikes will be discriminated against, listen to my words and all will become clear.”