D E A T H
What the kriff was a snowmouse doing in the heart of Coruscant?
As Thesh lifted up the container and observed the wee beasty, that question relayed over and over and over again in his mind. She hadn't exactly needed him to be the one to remove it from the apartment, Jen was a strong independent woman after all, he'd simply been quick to the draw. Scooped it up and plopped it into the container he was now staring into. He'd promised not to simply squish the thing, but he also couldn't rightly let it go. It would find its way back inside, and if not to this apartment then another one. Or it'd be squashed in the streets anyway.
When he finally took his leave of the heart of the Galaxy, after spending a little more time with
Starlin Rand
and his family than he'd initially expected - after all, he'd been frightfully out of place among a family setting - he'd brought the creature with him back to Leviathan. He'd return it to its home, it would be a good excuse to visit Hoth! And then it wouldn't overheat, or whatever. It would overheat right? Away from its natural habitat.
Starlin Rand
and his family than he'd initially expected - after all, he'd been frightfully out of place among a family setting - he'd brought the creature with him back to Leviathan. He'd return it to its home, it would be a good excuse to visit Hoth! And then it wouldn't overheat, or whatever. It would overheat right? Away from its natural habitat.
So far it had not.
Still as he sat there in his jellyfish, he couldn't help but frown. Hoth was so far away, the other side of the Galaxy far away, what if he didn't make it in time? His ship was speedy, sure, but that level of speedy? Before he left he picked up some fresh bits and bobs that a mouse might like to eat, and a larger container. Then it was into the stars with him, onto his next adventure. Whatever that might have been.
But the further he drifted, the more he grew attached to the little thing. It was cute, when it wasn't running amuck on the floors. He gave it a gentle bath, to wash away any grime, and watched it in its enclosure while the ship sailed on via autopilot.
He hadn't even passed Cato Neimoidia on the hyperlane by the time he decided he was going to keep it. From there his plans only grew. Why settle on just a mouse, why did a mouse have to be nothing more than a mouse? He saw great things in its future, to be sure, with enough time and patience. And he had plenty of both.
Soon enough it was not just an ordinary snowmouse, oh no no... It was elevated, Darth Nostremous became his little shadow. An unorthodox Sith Familiar to be sure... But one none the less. Yes, he saw great potential in that wee beasty. Small enough to fit into places Thesh himself could never. Enough that it could blend into seemingly any surrounding. Exact his will by proxy.
Great potential indeed.