Inanna Harth
Jedi Knight
"I've got an idea."
There was a certain manic devil-may-care energy to Cato which had been part of his personality for as long as Inanna had known him. It drove him to perch in tightrope-balance spots, like the back of the couch or the edges of buildings. It had also caused him to throw himself headlong into dangerous or tricky situations.
Inanna knew instinctively from the look on his face and his determined gait as he ran ahead of her, chasing the urartu, that he was about to do something risky. But it also admittedly excited her—always had, in fact.
His lightsaber plunged into the ceiling and right through the creature. The thing didn’t make a noise, but molten goop dripped through the hole his blade had created in thick trickles. A strange and alien stench filled the air, earthy and pungent. The urartu continued to flee through the shaft, the lightsaber dragging through its gelatinous body and leaving behind an oozing gash.
Thinking fast, Inanna widened the hole he had made in the vent, causing the creature to fall out and into their midst. It immediately lunged at Cato.