Objective 3: Rancor Round Up
Serrin began walking towards the mouth of a cave where great steel doors of coral rust red were wide opened, some Zabrak warriors stood rubbing their horns at what had happened when seeing The Night Bearer, they bowed their heads and placed their fists on their bear tattooed chests.
Serrin was in full red dress:
The Night Bearer approached on Zabrak with a whip who looked forlorn.
“
What has happened Rancor Keeper?”
The Night Brother was ashamed, he lowered his visage at the One who he owed total fealty.
“The pen was opened and the Rancors have scattered saved for a runt.”
Serrin took her painted hand with its lines of black and raised his chin.
“
Then we must round them up.”
She could have scolded him, but as Night Bearer she sought tp inspire, not demoralize. Mistakes had penalties, consequences even, but the culprit who the set the Rancors free was unknown, and justice demanded an investigation rather than chastizing the Rancor Keeper.
“
Get some speeders, I will take the Runt.”
Serrin motioned to a Zabrak who brought some black boots, she took off her golden heels unlatching them to rebeal smooth toes and shimmering feet. She then placed them on a crate beside the Great Gate, and put on the boots. Her Zabrsk Tiara jostled in all its gold, the horns moving up and down as hed head of finely bound hair went into her neckline. She then looked into the great mouth of the cave, and began walking it, there was a great snarl, she could feel gusts of wind, but they were not gusts, they were moist. Serrin held out the palm of her hand, and a flame of green emerged, her golden eyes peering into the shadows when she saw it at last, a great riund snout with teeth that extended over the lip lines and towering frame of reptilian skin that was ivory, and great hands with claws, the Rancor snarled, it had one eyes that was larimar blue, the other grey and damaged with claw marks. As it bore its mouth open to reveal a mini cave for meals, Serrin looked at the creature. She lifted her free hand and touched its underbelly, it looked down at her and whimpered.
“
You are the runt. By Dathomiran law you should be put down. However, I say its the looked over, the ones who have had to fight in shadows of the strong bear a unique strength. Help me find your kin and you will earn your place as my stead.”
Talking to a beast would normally be grounds of questioning someone’s sanity, but the Runt Rancor seemed to understand and knelt down for her to mount. In the galaxy many treatsd living thingd that could not form language as dumb and unable to feel or understand, and yet why do roses wither near death beds? How can a Tu’kata hound on Korriban sense distress in its master? And how did this great monster that so many feared bow of its own accord if it was so without intelligence and feeling? No there was another language than words alone, and all life understood it, felt it, read it,
Coming out of the Cave Pen, Serrin rode high on the 50 hands tall Rancor, before her was Zabrak on speeders that smoked, many of them forged from parts found at crash sites on the planet. The Night Bear placed her hand on the creature’s hide.
“
My brothers! The Herd has fled and we must round them up. This will be perilous, but those who prevail I will honor and place in The Night Guard! So forget the shame of failure, instead muster your resolve! We ars hunting rancor!”
She raised up her hand, to which the crowd of Night Brothers cheered as they raised axes, maces, and staffs. Serrin then led the charge, the great legs of the Rancor shaking the ground. She would be late for
The Solstice Gathering.
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