Jedi Brat!
Braze, tucked behind a natural rock formation, watched as Ko navigated the muddy terrain. He was about to whisper a warning about the mud, yet hesitated. It was a delicate balance: his desire to protect his friend versus his need to let Ko explore and learn through the Force. But before he could make a decision, Ko walked into a particularly muddy area, and Braze held his breath.
That's when Ko sensed something. Braze was skilled in concealment, but he wasn't perfect. A surge of unease rippled through him as he saw Ko step closer to a strange patch of mud. Three eyes, an unnatural emerald in color, stared back at Ko.
In a heart-stopping moment, an enormous Oggdo Bogdo burst from the mud. Braze's eyes widened in horror as the creature's massive maw snapped shut, swallowing Ko whole. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think—only feel the overwhelming dread that came with witnessing a friend in mortal danger.
The creature turned its eyes toward him, its gaze predatory yet defensive. Every instinct screamed at him to attack, to draw his weapon and charge. But he also knew that a rash move could make the situation far worse—for both of them.
The Oggdo Bogdo crawled closer, its multiple eyes never leaving Braze. It was a standoff, a battle of wills he didn't dare lose. Braze's hand itched towards his weapon, but he held back, clenched his fists, and steadied his breathing. His mind raced. Ko was inside that creature, but he was still alive, he had to be. Ko was resourceful and calm, even in the direst situations.
Braze looked directly into the creature's eyes, channeling his energy into a focused beam of intention through the Force. "Let him go," he willed silently, putting every ounce of his focus and need into the command. Would the creature understand? Could it? He had to try.
Inside the creature's mouth, Braze felt a ripple in the Force—a sign of life, a subtle manipulation of energy. Ko was alive, and it seemed, he was attempting something. But what?
Every muscle in Braze's body was tensed for action, prepared to make a split-second decision. It was a dreadful waiting game, each moment stretching long.
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