The group of us trudged our way down the natural dirt pathway through the obnoxiously tall grass that surrounded us. As in me standing on the tips of my toes still couldn't see over the grass kind of tall.
The only other plant we could see was the colossal green and brown trees that towered over everything else in the grasslands. They've got to be a good hundred metres high, at the minimum, looking closely I could make out small oval shaped bulges that mixed themselves in with the tree's foliage.
While small from a distance, those oval looking objects probably held quite the mass.
Our stay on this planet -Maridun, or some shite - wasn't looking out to be very comfy. We had no clue where to go, bare minimum rations, and to top it off we've got no way of contacting the republic for a pick up.
The only silver lining is that we managed to rummage a survival kit from the wreckage that was filled with tents and pots and shit.
Honestly I've no clue what's inside it.
Dozed off while Bly rhymed off a list of our supplies. It's been a fucking while since I last had a non-drug induced sleep, which might I add, doesn't actually register as sleep. Add on all of the physical strain I put myself through and the tiredness really adds up.
So currently I was fucking shattered.
Once the adrenaline wears off your body just wants to slip into sleep mode. Especially if it's been pieced together multiple times in twenty four hours. The further we walked the more groggy my movements were getting.
It felt horrible.
"You've seen better days." Ahsoka said as she walked next to me.
Lazily turning my head to look at her, I managed to reply "Really? I always thought I was quite handsome. Top zero point one percent in the galaxy at least."
Though I uttered that, I had the feeling that I just might terrify the locals if they saw me right now. Tattooed all over and eyes redder than a Shaak Ti's fanny, these miniature monkeys are in for the fright of their life.
"You know what I'm talking about'' Ahsoka said, letting a hint of displeasure slip into her tone. With a conflicted look her eyes glided over the multiple discoloured scars that coated my arms, pausing for a moment longer at the fresh one's I recently patched up.
Force healing man. Best Idea I've ever had.
One hundred percent I'd be dead if I hadn't learned it, or at the very least I'd have a few mechanical organs churning away inside me.
Blows my mind why more of them don't learn it. Fair do's if you don't have a knack for it, but there's no excuse if you're able to do it and still choose to not.
Fucking Jedi man. Abstinent bastards.
Mulling on that thought my eyes were drawn to Anakin, someone who should get on the force healing wave.
Thinking about it there shouldn't be a problem for him to learn force healing. Nevermind that, he should theoretically be able to do whatever he wants with the force, being force Jesus 'n' all that.
Or I could be talking shite, no idea what the force must be like for him.
Shrugging noncommittally I reply, "I'm fine, force healing safes my ass way too much for my own good." Absentmindedly rubbing the smooth scar tissue, "Honestly I'm more surprised that you've not got any yet. For me it feels like a new one pops up every other day."
Ahsoka's choice of clothing leaves little to the imagination, a tight brown tube top that covered her budding breasts was the only thing she wore on her upper body.
Thanks to that it was easy to tell the clone wars conflict hasn't given her any permanent damage…yet.
Snorting, "You're not the only one surprised. You should hear some of the plans my Master comes up with." By the time she finished saying her piece it looked like she was getting the second hand shivers from memories.
From behind her a calloused hand clapped one of her Ahsoka's shoulders, "They all worked though didn't they?" Anakin states with a reassuring smile.
Looking at him I wasn't sure if he was saying that jokingly or was genuinely proud of his not so well thought out stratagems.
Nope, he's definitely proud of them.
Before Ahsoka could say anything in retort, Aayla alerted us to something on the horizon, "Is that a village?" she questioned.
Pulling out his macrobinoculars, Lucky was the one to confirm Aayla's query. "Yep, village ahead. Maybe forty-fifty inhabitants if I had to guess." he told everyone.
"Think they'll have anything that'll help us contact the republic?" Ahsoka asked.
Clipping the macrobinoculars back onto his belt, Lucky replied "Doubt it. They're living in straw huts, never seen anything more technologically advanced than a hoe either."
Sighing in exasperation, Ahsoka turns to her master, seemingly looking for instruction on what to do next.
Catching his apprentice's gaze, Anakin leaves the decision to Aayla, the highest ranking member of the group.
"Let's go. Even if they've not got anything that can help up on hand, we can still gather information from them. Maybe they could point us to someone who has what we need." Aayla decided.
Finally I might get a break from all this walking.
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I'm not even sure you can call this a village, it's more or less just a loose collection of houses - if you can call these oval looking things houses.
Lucky gave us false info, what he saw weren't straw huts, but hollowed out nuts. The same ones that I saw growing on the massive trees, and I was right about their size as well. On average they're about double my height.
Not much width to them though. No chance I'll be sleeping inside them any time soon.
As we plodded into the village, the planet's native species - Lurmen - eyed us warily. Tens of small lemur-like bodies poked out from all kinds of different places to get a look at us.
I could hear the quiet murmuring of the Lurmen as what looked to be the leader, slowly sauntered towards us.
Compared to the other Lurmen, this one looked a lot more weathered with most of the hairs on his body a chalk white. The walking stick he held didn't make him look any younger either, neither did the hunchback or limp.
Close enough that he would have to strain his voice, the elderly Lurmen asked "What have you come here for?"
Is that an Irish accent?