Prodigal Jawa

[Junker Pugn]

@[member=Paimon]

Stepping off a rope ladder that hung from The Coyohttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/76088-the-coyo-tie-fight’ceptor/, hovering inches above Tattooine’s Dune Sea, Junker Pugn the Jawa took his first tentative steps onto the soft sand of his ancestral homeland. The miniature protocol droid hanging on his bandolier detected a strong stench of sulfur that accompanied the Jawa’s intense, but entirely irrational fear of the unknown.

<< Sand. Right. >> said the droid, L3P0. The sand is safe. It also tried adding a calming earthy Jawa scent to its words. That had little effect on Junker Pugn, who was looking repeatedly to the sky. There were no frequent meteorite showers on this planet, unlike the Jawa's home planet, Rubac. Junker Pugn had nothing to fear here. But old habits were dying hard. L3P0 would need to be patient. Once the Jawa found his footing they would go and investigate the bantha herd that was watching them from a safe distance. L3P0 knew almost nothing about Tattooine to be sure. But reconnecting Junker Pugn with his clan’s ancient homeland, long before the reign of Junker Pugn's evil ancestor, Darth Pugn, seemed like a good way to inspire the Jawa with more virtuous rolemodels. His behaviour had gotten a bit dark lately. L3P0 counted batha while it waited.

The constant sulfur of fear soon had L3P0 looking up too. The multiple suns of Tattooine did sort of resemble meteorites if you wanted them to.

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[Paimon]

[member="Junker Pugn"]

The sand seemed to go on forever, time and caravans coming through day and night; lives ending and worlds evolving, but still, the dunes stayed the same. Similar to how this world was, consistent, persistent, and most importantly, patient. It certainly had called out to Paimon many times. She currently laid in her humanoid form, her gaseous skin just barely catching the warmth of the sand. She was at the top of a hill high above the world, or so it felt. The magick creature watched mating patterns of the Bantha herd that was migrating on her part of the sea. So interesting, Paimon always enjoyed the creatures of the desert.

While she watched one pair wrestle over a particular female Bantha, the creature of love and chaos noticed a much smaller brown thing, and, a ship a bit to the right? Hmm, it seemed to be an old tie fighter all disfigured with an inceptor? Paimon's curiosity was intrigued, to this she floated up from her hill, morphing her smoky body into a small animal, her figure taking the shape of a cute blue desert fox, with extra long ears and a fluffy tail. She then hopped down the hill, sliding all the way down on her butt with a long tongue sticking out.

The magick fox trotted across the herd, making her way to the brown figure, which was now shown out to be a lone Jawa. While Paimon adored the Jawa's she wondered what the little guy was doing all on his own? Maybe his tribes sandcrawler was up across the hill and he was just admiring the herd like herself. Though if that was the case why the deformed ship?

With this thought Paimon made her foxy way up to him, sitting in front of the Jawa and looking up to him with wide amber eyes.

 

[Junker Pugn]

[member="Paimon"]

The odd couple stopped staring up at imaginary meteorites and turned their focus to an approaching hissing sound. There, like a scavenger tobogganing down a sand drift, was something blue. Sliding down the near side of a dune. It was small, and sliding on its... butt? Whatever it was, it also appeared to be sticking its tongue out.

For all of L3P0’s anthropological and linguistic training it could not place this thing. It seemed completely unafraid, which was an immediate red flag. But Junker Pugn’s reaction produced the fresh compost smell of curiosity. L3P0 countered with a silent hint of uncertainty in an attempt to balance the naivety. The blue creature fell upon its paws at the bottom of the dune and walked on four legs up to the Jawa. Then it sat on its haunches and looked up. The Jawa cooed.

L3P0 marvelled at how quickly the Jawa had changed from a quivering, fearful wreck into something… that coos. L3P0 remembered its manners almost as quickly. Even as the Jawa began to extend its last remaining arm towards the blue unknown, L3P0 interjected with the deep, confident voice of an ace pilot.

“Hello, blue creature. We did not mean to disturb you. Are those your bantha?” No, no, that was was ridiculous. Or was it? L3P0 hated being caught by surprise. It did much better when it had a plan.

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[Paimon]

Hmm, he does not speak. So this robot is a translator? Unique little thing, the spirit had never seen anything quite like this one. In response to L3P0's question Paimon pushed her ears back as if to show off her submission. She then let out a quiet howl and nudged her body against the Jawa.

After a short moment she drooped her amber eyes towards the droid, letting her ears up again and making a high pitched chirping sound in quick succession. Then with a jolt of her fluffy blue tail Paimon let her haunches fall back onto the warm sand.

The creature of love and chaos leaned forward once more and licked the Jawa's revealed hand, gazing into his eyes. She was curious to why one was orange and the other was yellow. Shortly after licking him she got a strong woof of the Jawa's scent and jolted her head forward as she sneezed, so much so the air made her fly back a bit.

[member="Junker Pugn"]

 

[Junker Pugn]

[member="Paimon"]

With its primitive expressions and its unhealthy willingness to lick - to lick! - a Jawa, this was clearly an animal. A very lightweight animal, judging from the liftoff it got from its sneeze. There was nothing to translate here, no sentients to save. It did not seem likely that this animal’s owner had fallen down a well or anything. L3P0’s work was done here, unless Junker Pugn needed help killing it.

The Jawa bounced up and down, his one hand clapping the air furiously, as the fluffy animal tumbled backwards. L3P0 noted the Jawa was not bitten, merely gleeful. In any case the odorous existence of a Jawa made it hard for any new infection to take hold. Junker Pugn turned to L3P0, his gemstone-covered eyes pleading like lovesick fireflies under his hood.

<< I. Pray. Steal. >> The Jawa’s zingy love for the animal would have burned L3P0’s nostrils if they were organic nostrils. But without a hint of hunger or greed the Jawa most likely wanted to keep it alive. They didn’t even know what it ate. It was unlikely to thrive on Jawa-licks. And it would no doubt make a mess.

<< No. >> L3P0 was firm.

Junker Pugn unscrewed the droid’s head and let it hang loose on its cables. Then he squatted next to the animal to lift it up in a one-armed hug.

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[Paimon]

Paimon sat wide-eyed as she watched the two batter back and forth; and when the droid was unplugged she couldn't help but howl in cheer for the Jawa. As he approached her she watched him closely, her eyes not daring to leave his view. Though, what would happen next would surprise even her. He hugged her? Paimon, being a creature of love and chaos was at this point ready to show herself, but she didn't want to scare the Jawa and run him off. So for now she would stay in her fox form.

With her ears still pushed back, she nudged her snout onto his chest. Insisting she wanted more hugs. And then, when she got what she asked for, the creature would walk to his ship, sitting beside of it and gazing up at it with wide fox eyes. It was obvious Paimon was curious with the ship, it looked like the sweetest abomination on this side of Tatooine.

As she waited she then began to bark at him, showing her persistent attitude.

[member="Junker Pugn"]

 

[Junker Pugn]

[member="Paimon"]

His storyteller now unplugged, Junker Pugn was free to investigate his new friend. The Jawa had no direct experience of animals. This blue one seemed to be both motile moss and Jawa. But blue. And it was so cute! It did not smell like moss or a Jawa. It had so little smell that Junker Pugn had to blink to remind himself it was even there. With a sudden impulse he looked up.

No meteorites. Perhaps this place, like the last one, did not have meteorites. This Tattooine planet was definitely the lucky country.

He turned his attention back to his new pet. In this regard it was like one of Rubac’s mosses. The stirlingmoss, that would gad about faster than most mosses, and nuzzle any Jawa it found in search of body heat. But unlike the single-minded mosses the blue pet then got up and headed over to The Coyo.

Managing his new blue friend was going to be like herding kattemoss. Nonetheless, seeing his pet next to his favorite starfighter gave Junker Pugn a warm feeling inside, like everything he ever... until the creature barked at him. No moss, or even lichen, ever barked. That part of it was more like a Jawa.

Junker Pugn walked over to the starfighter and pointed to the rope ladder. The ladder was a challenge for a Jawa with only one arm. But this thing had four arms. It should be a cinch.

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[Paimon]

When he gestured to the ladder, Paimon decided to test this little Jawa. She perched her fox-shaped head to the side, expressing the falsified appearance of her confusion.

She then let out a long cry.

Her eyes were, at this point, locked onto his own. The spirit enjoyed his presence quite a lot. He was... peaceful? But, then again that contradicted with what Paimon represented. All the way down to her very essence. When Paimon realized this without even thinking her form forced into the great demonic spirit she was. Her physical body in all its glory.

With a small tornado, the uplifted sand seemingly crafted her own body from thin air.

Paimon now towered the little creature, her body almost four meters high, and her legs seeming as mist as she floated a few inches above the sand. Paimon was clad in a revealing white robe, piercings lining her ears, belly button, and even her nipples. An extravagant golden chain hung from the breasts and wrapped into the robe. Atop her head was a beautiful gemmed headdress and wrapped around her neck was a golden collar.

"Well then, hello there little guy!" She spoke, her voice demonic as she widened her arms and leaned down to lightly tap the Jawa's crystal eye with her nail.

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[Junker Pugn]

[member="Paimon"]

Junker Pugn’s eyes widened impossibly as the small blue animal became enveloped in swirling sand, then rose up within the tornado to become a blue giantess even taller than the Coyo behind it. Stiff with fear and tracking the rise of the djinn’s eyes into the sky, the Jawa was unaware that he was almost level with the ground when he started to backpedal. Falling flat on his back, cycling his feet helplessly in the air, he screamed out in universal Jawaese. << Utinni! >>

The sand shifted hopelessly beneath his heels as he tried to push away from the monstrous woman. The beautiful evil of her demonic grin loomed down over him as her finger came down upon his yellow eye gem. The Jawa grabbed for his droid protector but clutched only a handful of cable. L3P0, he was sorry. He was so, so sorry. Please, somebody help!

From his orange eye Junker Pugn saw a Tattooine sun framed the djinn’s head. It cast her skin in a very dark and despairing blue. Please, please let that sun be a meteorite to end us both. A scream trapped itself in Junker Pugn’s throat and he ceased to breathe.

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[Paimon]

Paimon perched her adorned head to the side. Hmm. This Jawa was a curious creature. She leaned down beside him and let her eyes lock with his. Then the demonic creature did what no one would have expected, she rubbed the top of his head and, she smiled.

"Please don't be afraid little one!" She said, her voice still ringing demonic but with a certain kindness to it. She then landed on the sand beside him, her skin feeling the soft sand and sending chills down her body.

Though Paimon was being honest, she had never wanted to scare the little guy. She just couldn't withstand holding another form with the emotions he was bringing her. This guy was more confusing than anything she had ever met! And when he yelped Utinni, oh, oh this only made her more confused.

As she sat beside him she let her fom shrink, the sands wrapping around her once more, this time more subtle, and her body seemingly now average sized. She then once more smiled widely to the Jawa, though this may have had an unintended effect as her sharped teeth were revealed in the process.

[member="Junker Pugn"]

 

[Junker Pugn]

[member="Paimon"]

Junker Pugn could not take his gaze from the giant woman as she lay down on the sand beside him and diminished slowly in size. He found he could not even blink. The blueness of her skin filled the finest details of her eyelids and her lips, her nostrils and her cheeks, a blueness that only got stronger as she shrank. It was a blueness so complete it reminded him…

To breathe.

The jawa’s chest spasmed to life, although the scream escaped the wrong way. The blue lady blurred as his eyes watered, whether from terror or discomfort he was not sure. He stared into the blue blurry sea. It took an awful lot to make a Jawa cry - crying and deserts did not mix - but to be sure he was crying. He felt a sob coming on.

<< Hic. >>

Okay, not a sob. He was still transfixed on the blurry orbs of the blue woman’s eyes, he could not move a muscle, yet he wanted so desperately to look away, to get up, to do something childish to free the…

<< Hic. >> Ugh.

The Jawa began to feel hot. It took a lot to overheat a Jawa - heat and deserts and all - but right this moment he was heating up. Staring into those incredible eyes. The feeling recalled him to a soul-wrenching time in his childhood. T’was that moment when Junker Pugn discovered why his parents called him “Pooza”. He felt so naked then, and felt now, like no Jawa ever, ever was naked.

<< Hic. >>

Damn it.

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