Crabfest

[Mrrew]

Laminanium (( Objective : With two or more other writers, complete a role-play in reverse, starting with it’s end and ending with it’s beginning –OR-- complete a role-play from an NPC’s perspective who is accompanying your character. ))

Charlie Mgoo was, for the third time that week, waiting for Mrrew. Three hunting contracts from the Beast Hunter's Guild in a few days? And all of them with Mrrew, no less? And, just like the past two hunts, his grandpa had 'allowed' him to go on the hunt with Mrrew alone... He said he was to busy. He said that Charlie was old enough not to need him coming along... That was true, of course, he was ten years old! But still... it was weird.

The young human shrugged, and looked out the viewport of his grandfather's ship, where he was waiting for Mrrew. He'd been warned that it was to dangerous to be out at night, alone, on Vendaxa... He argued at first, but once he'd heard about what they were here to capture; an Acklay, he obeyed. Now his eyes searched the large plain they'd landed in, and teh sky above, looking for any sing of Mrrew's ship.

 

[Mrrew]

The familiar sound of a ship breaking the atmosphere sounded in the sky, and a familiar grey freighter began it's descent, slowly, to the clearing. It was steady, and didn't almost crash every few seconds... So Mrrew wasn't driving. That was good, at least. Charlie pressed the large red button on the wall to lower the ramp of his Grandpa's ship, running down it a moment later. At the same time, Mrrew's rmap lowered with a series of clanks, and the Togorian stepped down, carrying a large wooden crate. He could smell the stench of the create's contents from here... It was horrible. Smelled like something left out in the sun and rotted... It smelled like the Bantha they'd used as bait, the first time he met Mrrew. He was somehwer ebetween curious and worried (that he'd vomit) to see what was inside. Nontheless, once he got within talking distance of Mrrew, he asked. "What's... in the crate....?"

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew glanced at Charlie, before setting the large crate on the ground. He was wearing the same thing he'd been every time Charlie had seen him; a bandoleir and gunbelt, a leather jacket, leather vest, and several weapons. The cat-thing (Charlie still didn't know his species. Cat-thing was close enough.) gestured to Charlie, then to the crate, in a 'come and see' type of gesture. Charlie, hesitantly, obeyed. The noxiious smell increased tenfold as Mrrew opened the crate. It was filled with rotted meat. Rotted meat. Charlie stumbled back several feet, gagging. How the heck didn't Mrrew just about throw up carrying that crate around? He supposed he was used to ignoring smells sometimes... After all, the first time he'd seen him he drenched himself in Krayt Drgagon bile. Charlie grianced and stepped forwards again, holding a hand over his nose. "What's that for...?"

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew picked the crate back up, not seeming to notice the smell, and wordlessly started walking off to Charlie's right. A swamp stretched on as far as you could see in the moon-lit night. Trees grew so thick together in some places that their curling roots stretched out of the muck, wrapping around eachother to form footholds, of sorts. Mrrew started walking from tree-branch to tree-branch like a squirrel. ... After a few steps, Mrrew glanced back, and blinked at Charlie. "Are you coming?"

 

[Mrrew]

Charlie scowled at the Monstercat, who just kept stepping lightly across the roots, and slowly followed after him. It was difficult trying to find a good footing on the slippery roots without falling into the muck below. He supposed Mrrew's bare paws were good for not... Shoes? Not so much. However, with much slipping and only nearly falling into the mud below six times or so, Charlie managed to follow behind him. Meanwhile the stench of the crate full of rotting meat was spreading all through the swamp. And Charlie realized... that was the idea. He was planning on getting an Acklay to come to them.

 

[Mrrew]

The realization made Charlie forget to look where he was stepping. Instead of the solid foothold of one of the huge twisting branches of the swamp they'd been wandering into, Charlie found open air under his foot. And he fell face first into the mud and water below. Charlie yelled out as he hit the muddy water, or maybe it was more accurately described as thin mud... A moment later he was standing back up int he two foot or so of stagnant muck, spitting out mud and water. Meanwhile, Mrrew dumped the crate of rotten meat into the swamp from the bridge-like structures of roots above. It hit the water a few inches from him, splashing him with another layer of slime.

This was such a fun hunt.

 

[Mrrew]

To Charlie's suprise, as soon as he got the mud out of his mouth... Mrrew jumped off the branches, splashing a few feet away from him. And splashing him head to do with muck. Again. Charlie was pretty much fed up with this. Mrrew wouldn't tell him why they were in a swamp, wouldn't tell him what hisplan was, wasn't even saying a word to him. He'd brought out a pile of maggoty meat, and expected him to do acrobatics through a masze of tree roots. Then he'd drenched him in mud. Charlie opened his mouth to start yelling that he wants to go back to his Grandfather's ship, when Mrrew put a large clawed finger to his mouth, and behind Charlie.

 

[Mrrew]

A single weird looking animal with two horn-like stalks where it's ears would go slowly stepped out of the shadows, trudging through the muck. It moved with a rolling limp, probably injured. Probalby why it was alone. It had been attracted by the meat! Leave it up to Mrrew to attract the wrong animal! Charlie contemplated just stomping off in the direction they'd came, when the creature stepped forwards. It stared directly at Charlie and Mrrew, sniffed, and then slowly moved over to teh pile of rotting meat barely sticking out of the surface of the muddy water. It kept it's eyes on the two, trying to determine if they were going to attack it or not, probably, but still went to the meat... If it was injured, it was probably starving. Charlie knew that an injury to a carnivore was a death sentence. Charlie glanced at Mrrew, wondering what he planned to do about attracting the wrong animal, and saw that he'd gotten his tranqulizer rifle out already. The monstercat put another clawed finger to his mouth, his ears twitching erratically. What the heck was he thinking? He didn't think this thing was an Acklay did he?

 

[Mrrew]

Charlie glanced back at the creature, who he expected to be chomping on the meat. Instead, it stood in the muck, it's head straight up, sniffing the air. It sensed danger. Charlie slowly stepped back, sloshing in the water, towards Mrrew.... Never a bad idea to be to far from the guy with the rifle. And then it burst out of the trees. A huge green thing on pointed legs, that moved through the two feet of water as if it was walking on clouds. On leg skewered right through the creature, and it's small head with multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth dug into the thing's shoulderblade. Charlie screamed. The Acklay's head shot up, and stared at Charlie for a slpit second, before moving forwards, far faster then anything of it's size should move. Charlie heard Mrrew's rifle fire twice. One dart bounced off the Acklay's chitinous plates on it's head. The other lodged itself in the creature's jaw. It suddenly lurched as it was running, the tranqulizer taking almost immidiete effect. A moment later, the huge thing splashed int the water.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew put his rifle slowly onto the sling ont eh back of his Bandoleir, and stared at Charlie. "You're going to be on several more hunts with me." Charlie opened his mouth immidietly to question him, Why? Why couldn't he keep going with his Grandfather?, but the senior hunter raised his hand for silence. "If you don't do as I say, without complaints, and trust me; YOu're going to get eaten. Simple as that." Charlie was aboiut to reply when Mrrew simply turned around, and started climbing back onto the networks of roots. "My droids will collect the Acklay." He nimbly climbed the rest of the way onto the roots in a moment, and soon disispeared back the way they'd came, leaving Charlie scrabbling to try and get out of the muck.

Why? Why was Mrrew dragging him around the galaxy? Why was his Grandfahter too 'busy'? What the heck was going on?

Spoiler

(OOC: I apologize for the crappy roleplay. I'm half asleep, and I told myself i'd finish one hunt every day.)