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The Journals of Mi-tew: Day 97
Kie-rahn, Mya, and I trek through the forest of Kashyyyk. Having set up camp, the Alliance sent out scouting parties to determine the dangers we could face.
"I'm going to scout ahead," said Mya. She sped up and disappeared from sight relatively quickly.
"What did you do to make her mad at you?" asked Kie-rahn
"What do you mean?"
"Well," my brother started, "As a smuggler, I have to know how to read other's emotions. And I am especially good at reading a woman's mind." I raised an eyebrow.
"Is it possible to learn this power?"
"Eh, the Jedi wouldn't teach it to you. Anyways, she is obviously mad about something."
"Well, we did have a-" Mya's scream cut me off.
"Run!" I yelled. We rushed through the dense foilage as fast we could, going through an ancient, rotted out log. As we made it out, a giant, white, spider-like creature loomed over Mya, her arms stuck to her side by a web.
"That's a Wyyyschokk!" said Kie-rahn.
"Well, start shooting!"
"It won't work," he said. "Their bodies are thick."
Thinking quickly, I rushed to get in between the creature and Mya. In a web, the remains of an unlucky traveler hung. In own hand he held a sword. I desperately tugged at it, but it was stuck.
"Mi-tew..." said Mya. The spider was almost upon her. As it prepared to sink it's fangs in her flesh, I panicked. For a very, very brief moment, I thought I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time.
It instantly died.
Whatever happened, it surged my adrenaline. I ripped the sword free, sprung in front of Mya. the Wyyyschokk lunged, my blade sinking deep into it's mouth, penetrating into the brain and exiting through the other side of it's head. It let out a screech, and it writher over, dying painfully as it's insides seeped out.
"Nothing without the Force, huh?" said Mya, getting up and walking away.
"What's she thinking now?" I asked Kie-rahn. Turning around, I saw him buckled over and vomiting.
The Journals of Mi-tew: Day 97
Kie-rahn, Mya, and I trek through the forest of Kashyyyk. Having set up camp, the Alliance sent out scouting parties to determine the dangers we could face.
"I'm going to scout ahead," said Mya. She sped up and disappeared from sight relatively quickly.
"What did you do to make her mad at you?" asked Kie-rahn
"What do you mean?"
"Well," my brother started, "As a smuggler, I have to know how to read other's emotions. And I am especially good at reading a woman's mind." I raised an eyebrow.
"Is it possible to learn this power?"
"Eh, the Jedi wouldn't teach it to you. Anyways, she is obviously mad about something."
"Well, we did have a-" Mya's scream cut me off.
"Run!" I yelled. We rushed through the dense foilage as fast we could, going through an ancient, rotted out log. As we made it out, a giant, white, spider-like creature loomed over Mya, her arms stuck to her side by a web.
"That's a Wyyyschokk!" said Kie-rahn.
"Well, start shooting!"
"It won't work," he said. "Their bodies are thick."
Thinking quickly, I rushed to get in between the creature and Mya. In a web, the remains of an unlucky traveler hung. In own hand he held a sword. I desperately tugged at it, but it was stuck.
"Mi-tew..." said Mya. The spider was almost upon her. As it prepared to sink it's fangs in her flesh, I panicked. For a very, very brief moment, I thought I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time.
It instantly died.
Whatever happened, it surged my adrenaline. I ripped the sword free, sprung in front of Mya. the Wyyyschokk lunged, my blade sinking deep into it's mouth, penetrating into the brain and exiting through the other side of it's head. It let out a screech, and it writher over, dying painfully as it's insides seeped out.
"Nothing without the Force, huh?" said Mya, getting up and walking away.
"What's she thinking now?" I asked Kie-rahn. Turning around, I saw him buckled over and vomiting.