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"Rise and shine, scumbag."
The big man awakes. The 'cage'-chair he had been on releases him from his chain, but his hands remain tied. He stands up, only to face the muzzle of a heavy blaster rifle, aimed carefully at his chest.
"You might want to be careful with that, Crane," he says to the man holding the rifle, unimpressed. "You could hurt somebody."
The other man, Crane, just points him towards the small ship's exit. The ramp lowers, revealing a dusty, grungy plateau of rock high in the mountains of Rattatak.
"The Abyss. You know, you always take me to the nicest places, Crane."
Obviously feeling uncomfortablein spite of his dominating roleCrane forces the broad shouldered Rancor of a man to step out, and answers, "I hear the food's good as well. Can't say I'm gonna miss you, Tite."
The tall, brawny man, Tite, doesn't reply, and Crane continues.
"Hox is a businessman. Now, play nice and we can get this over with quickly."
"It's already over, Crane." Tite nods towards
A plethora of rain is pouring down my visor while I'm running as if a loose reek was after me, making it hard for me to see where I'm actually heading to. That field of man-tall stems of some Yuuzhan Vong-bred type of crop does not quite aid to that, either.
But it's not as if I actually need to see what's ahead of me, anyway. Most of the time, I'm turning my head to see what's behind me.
And behind me is a relentless horde of enraged Yuuzhan Vong, throwing thud and razor bugs, coufees and even their amphistaffs after me. Much to my well-fare, most of them are either badly-aimed because of the heavy wind and rain, or are absorbed by the dense crops. I, too, am trying to get a shot at my chasers every now and then, but I can't take the time to aim, run and watch my steps simultaneously, so only few shots hit the aliens chasing me down.
I've been running like that for nearly half an hour, now, and it's getting me quite out of breathdespite my intensive training for th
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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