Where the wild things are...

[Allyson Locke]

Kashyyyk Wilds
Mid-Afternoon

The wind blew softly through the canopies of the trees. It was a tranquil moment, a scene that defied what laid hidden in the wilds of this green planet. The wilds were a place you weren’t supposed to travel unless you were fully aware and well equipped to deal with the dangers that resided in the trees and even under the ground. Not just anyone could brave the wilds of Kashyyyk, not even a certain Corellian Smuggler. Allyson wandered down what seemed to be a beaten path. A small droid followed her as it tried to beep at her directions. “Bait we’ve passed this tree like fifty times already.”

The droid argued and then continued forward, the small BB-Unit leaving a solid trail as he decided he knew a better path. Allyson let the droid go and made a note to talk to Kaili about him and what to do do in these situations. For the most part, she wanted to kick him through the trees, but knowing how Kaili is about droids and that he would probably chatter her ear off about the abuse she decided against it. “Fine! Be that way!” Crossing her arms, she continued down the path and instead of taking a left to stay on the trail, she took a right into the wilds themselves. Didn’t seem like much and she had her blaster with her if anything decided to pop up at her.

The wandering continued until she nearly tripped on a random vine or wire that was laid out. Stumbling forward she caught her balance and looked behind her to see what she had tripped on. Allyson Locke didn’t get that far, soon she was strung up by her ankle and facing the ground. The tree she was now latched to bounced her a little until it finally adjusted to her weight. Blinking, she watched as her datapad, and goggles fell to the ground under her. Reaching out with her hand she tried to do one of those Force things to summon the data pad to her hand, but as usual she was unable to summon the force to do anything such as that. All the datapad did was flash on revealing an image of her and Kaili that she had as a screen saver. “Well that doesn’t help me…”

There was a trap and it was sprung, though she doubted that she was the type of prey the hunter was searching for. [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

The wind swayed, sending leaves blowing down wind. A small crack of twigs came from the right. A shudder within the dark shadows therein. The Corellian swung back and forth, her datapad gleaming up at her as if in taunt. If she struggled, the length of rope would only get tighter, ensuring that the intended prey did not slip free.

Unfortunate for [member="Allyson Locke"] that she chose to wander off the beaten path.

The Kashyyyk wilds were not the sort of lands to traverse upon if they weren't able to keep their focus. This trap had been set for a particular reason. The local area had seen a rise in a small subspecies of Katarn. These katarns had no climbing abilities, as evidenced by their four large trunk-like legs and two small dangling manipulator arms. But it was their two large tusks that could prove to be deadly -- twin tusks of gleaming ivory that now slowly parted the thick jungle ferns that had kept it hidden.

It was a good twenty meters away from the upside down girl, but as it pawed the grown, there was no mistaking its intent. It was there gleaming in his yellow eyes, in the puff of hot breath that rolled out of its toothy jaw.

Lunch.

 

[Allyson Locke]

There was that bad feeling that Kaili would talk about, something about the Force telling you that you’re in danger or something along those lines. Allyson had stopped struggling for the most part, she was more focused on trying to access the datapad to get the stupid droid of hers to come find her. Still reaching out for it, she tried to manipulate the pads data inside and get it to send some sort of distress signal. Her focus was broken though with the ‘bad feeling’. Allyson looked around and tried to figure out what this feeling was.

Using her body to shift herself in a circle she looked around and then came face to face with the distance glow of yellow eyes. “Of course! OF COURSE! Fark Fark Fark” The girl hung there and stared at the creature with her eyes narrowed. This would be how her luck rolled out, she would find a trap, hang upside down and a creature would be there waiting to kill her. Frustrated, she bent at the waist and groaned as the rope tightened around her ankle. Grasping the blaster, she pointed it at the pair of eyes.

Blood rushing to her head, was never a good thing though. She held the blaster leveled for the most part of the beast, but with it still being in the thick of the woods, she didn’t have a clear shot. It was hard keeping her arm raised with the weapon along with trying to keep herself still enough with the cool breeze that liked to rustle through the wilds. The smuggler would have to wait for the perfect moment, but that perfect moment would also be for the predator to strike. In the back of her mind, she made a note about wanting to be eaten, but not by a monster – not like this. "I'm kind of scrawny, so uh best move on please no meat here go on shoo!" Wasn't her best of ideas, but it worked for the time being...possibly? [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

It would, unfortunately, not work.

The pawing upon the ground would stir up dust into the air, a low rumbling growl billowing from the depths of its throat. It was as if it had sensed the vulnerability of the young woman swaying there, the length of her hair moving two and fro as each gesture to shoo the Katarn off would prove to be futile.

A shift of the wind, and those twin eyes went narrowing upon their target. Sharp teeth gleamed, and those clawed feet clicked as it neared for a position of attack.

It was all a series of unfortunate events. A common tale of the poor lost soul lost to the wilds of the unfamiliar Kashyyyk jungles. At least, until a rather amused modulated voice would pierce the gloom.

[ Huh, you're not exactly what I was trapping for. ]

It was in that moment that the Katarn decided to attack.

 

[Allyson Locke]

It worked with smaller animals that feared larger animals. The shooing didn’t work and Allyson really couldn’t focus too hard hanging upside down like this. The creature continued to creep towards her, she knew it was only moments before the thing tried to devour her in one bite. If only she had kept to the beaten path, if only she had just avoided this planet all together. All she had to do was go back to Borleias, but no she had to pick up this stupid job that ended up being a bust! Allyson cursed and stared back knowing that this was going to be a make or break idea for her.

Tucking the blaster back into her thigh holster, she waited for the moment the animal lunged at her. With every ounce of strength, she bent at her waist and climbed up the rope that held her ankle. Grinning happily she avoided the beast and its teeth. She was higher now and it would have to recalculate its attempt at getting at her. She thought about cutting the rope somehow, but then remembered what was waiting for her below. “Well you didn’t set this trap, so whoever did should be coming back soon hopefully. If not let's hope you get bored and decide for easier prey eh?” Allyson remembered hearing something through all of this, but of course her mind was set somewhere else so she could have just imagined it.

Once again, Allyson talked to the Katarn. She knew it didn’t understand her and just probably thought of her as some sort of noise making dinner that was a bit smarter than it had assumed. Either way, she was going to get out of this. Looking up, the rope was draped over a branch and she continued to climb till she was able to swing her free leg over the branch and straddle it. Taking advantage of this, she undid the rope from her ankle and massaged it slightly the best she could. Sticking out her tongue out at the Katarn, she took refuge in the canopy of the tree. “How am I going to get out of this one…?” [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Getting out was the least of her problems. Well, for her poor datapad that is; here is to hoping that the young Corellian wasn't too attached to her datapad.

A distinct crunch, pop, and an electric sizzle would signal the end of Allyson's datapad. That pretty datapad with the picture of Kaili and Ally in the background? Well one well placed clawed foot by the Katarn managed to decimate it rather quickly, having stampeded to the area below Allyson in his attempt to nab a bite.

It would seem that the creature would have his pound of flesh one way or another. A snarl and snap of his jaws would work over towards the Corellian's direction, his stubby feet moving him to the base of the tree. Ally was lucky that these subspecies did not climb trees.

However, that didn't help her current predicament.

Perched along a nearby branch, Micah Talith surveyed the sight before him with a heavy dose of amusement. He was in full cloak, and currently sat in a crouched position watching the brunette who had sprung his trap early bemoan at her current predicament.

[ Well I guess that depends on the Katarn, doesn't it? ] the modulated voice would question as it floated over to Ally from on high.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Sitting on the branch she watched as the predator below didn’t give up. He was going to eat her if it was the last thing he did. Groaning, Allyson knew this wasn’t going to get any better and then when she was starting to lose hope, she saw the crushed bits of her datapad and she let out a small whimper and groan. “NO! That was so expensive…” The data pad was something she had saved up for, they were a dime a dozen, but that model was pretty nifty and was her main source of communication. Sighing softly, she knew she was going to have to wait to get back to the ship to even make contact with anyone in the outside galaxy, specifically a blonde and well her boss, Ember.

Frowning still, she looked down at the Katarn who seemed to be well stumped at how to get at her. This amused her for the time being. Until a modulated voice spoke again to her. Looking around her she blinked and wondered if it was the Force talking to her. She thought about it before answering and figured if it was the Force it would have been a bit more guiding and not so snarky? Again the frown remained on her face as she spoke now to the source of the voice.

“Well yeah, but hopefully he gets bored with trying to get to me and moves on.” Looking around, she could see that the tree canopies connected for the most part. She could possible move about the branches and finally find a place she could see above the jungle – which would help guide her to the clearing she had dropped the Kraken off at. Allyson thought of standing on the branch, but with her luck she’d slip and fall, then land into the creature’s mouth below. Not a good idea and she went against her plan until the Katarn lost interest in her. “Just gotta wait it out right? Shouldn’t be too long…Honestly I don’t have much meat on me I DON’T TASTE GOOD GO ON GO EAT A WOOKIE OR SOMETHING”

It hit her that she was hearing the voice of something, it was modulated so it could be a droid or a figment of her imagination. She spoke to it again, “So you’re either a droid of sorts or the Force which are you oh great voice?” Now she just felt silly. [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Micah was heavily amused now.

[ How would you know how well you taste? ] the voice would mock with notable humor. [ Maybe the Katarn will find ‘lost little girl’ rather tasty!]

He could be a bit of an ass at times, but he meant it in good humor.

[ Great voice. ] Micah mused on this, rubbing one hand over his helm as if he was rubbing his chin. [ I like the sound of that. ]

Done!

[ You may call me, “The Great Voice.” ] he quipped, that same voice dripping with mischeviousness as he studied the girl below.

[ Now, what are you doing in my forest Wookiee bait?]

Nickname now in place!

 

[Allyson Locke]

Kark, is this how it is talking to the Force? Eh [member="Kaili Talith"] didn’t explain this part much…ugh. Allyson thought quietly to herself as she listened to the ‘Great Voice’ question her and call her wookie bait. Frowning, she waited till he was finished before she started to explain herself. Lips pressed together as she pondered what she tasted like, the Great Voice knew everything so there was no reason to hide or well to lie about anything. “Well, I’ve heard I taste pretty good I guess I don’t know. There’s a cute girl on Borleias that says good things about me in that aspect.” An index finger found Allyson’s chin as she tapped it thinking more on the thought of how she tasted. “Though the taste of my flesh being torn from bone…EHHHHHHHHHH no probably not that good, also there’s not a lot I mean come on.”

Looking down she made eye contact with the Katarn again, a gulp and she returned her gaze towards the tree tops. Yeah it probably wasn’t a good idea to look down especially with that thing down there licking its chops. It was time to address the wookie bait comment, The Great Voice had a cool name and it in turn gave her a rather lame one. Though at least it wasn’t Katarn bait, that would be insensitive! Shaking her index finger she quickly corrected the name issue. “My name is Allyson Locke, you can call me Ally, Allyson, Captain Locke or something along those lines. Just. Not. Wookie Bait.” She wasn’t wookie bait, if she was wookie bait wouldn’t a wookie be at the base of the tree trying to eat her? Shaking her head, she continued.

“I just got lost. Been running around in circles trying to find my contact. I was sent here to pick up some oil supplies, but talking to the guy err the wookie I met in port sent me out here to pick up the stranded supplies. Obviously this was either a bust or the supplies were already picked up by someone else. Which is bad news for me.” Strangling the tree branch that she sat on she figured it was the latter of her explanation. The supplies were oil from the refinery, she was supposed to deliver them to another planet and make big money. Without the goods there was no transaction and that meant she went hungry for the day and the following day. “I should have just skipped this and went back to Borleias.” [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Oh, was she from Borleias?

Interest piqued at that. All the more when the connotation of her little revelation brought up a rather interesting image. He was, after all, a man in his prime. One that had a rather vivid imagination and the hormones to boot.

[ Tempting little morsel, aren’t you… Wookiee bait. ] he deliberately would refer her to that again, the amusement in his voice suggesting that, yes, he did it on purpose, but in good fun.

[ Unless you prefer Katarn bait - a Wookiee would have likely already climbed up the tree and pulled an arm off. ]

His arms would cross over his chest, seemingly at ease with the situation despite the Katarn still struggling and making those grunting, snapping noises below.

[ You figure out yet how you’ll get out of this situation? ] he asked her. Oh he was going to help, that was for certain, but he was curious to see what she would have done if he wasn’t here. While it was an amusing thought to be someone’s knight in not so shining armor, being lost in the forest of Kashyyyk was a dangerous predicament to be in.

[ Or do you need a little help?]

 

[Allyson Locke]

“Could you, be so kind and call me nothing ending with bait. I’m not tasty or anything like that.” Still she frowned staring off in to the distance hoping that somewhere this voice would show its face. If it was something remarkable and within the Force she’d be utterly grateful, for now though she endured his teasing. If anything the more she allowed it to happen the more she was going to be able to get out of this alive.

The Great Voice asked for her plan of action, usually when she was in this sort of predicament, she usually just flirted her way out of it. Though it seemed that the Katarn was not interested in her flirtatious advancements so that line of action was out of the question, which made the smuggler somewhat lost. Taking a deep breath she leaned forward slightly on the branch. It was thick enough to handle her weight and wide enough were she was able to get some sort of rest from sitting upright. Looking down she made eye contact with the Katarn.

“Well I guess I’m lucky that it wasn’t a Wookie, I’m pretty happy with both of my arms. How does one pilot with one arm…ugh. I don’t even want to think about that – yet if the Katarn was a Wookie I’d be dead so thinking about piloting with one arm would be the least of my worries.” The Corellian laughed and nearly fell off the branch. Catching herself, she readjusted and straddled her legs tightly around the thick branch. A lightbulb went off, if she couldn’t tempt the Katarn with flirtations –maybe the great voice was susceptible.

She loosened the top button of her vest and showed off a bit of her skin, a nice view of the collar bone and enough neck to leave one wondering. Removing the hair tie from her ponytail she fixed her brunette hair and bit her lower lip as she pondered her situation. Start slow right? “Well as for a plan, I was going to hold out till my droid made its way back, but knowing the little booger he’s probably already on the ship.” Her hands fell from her ponytail and she sighed softly. “So all I have is to wait it out until someone decides to come look for me I guess, which leaves me to die and I don’t really feel like doing that.”

Shruggging, “ Maybe some Great Voice is supposed to help me out or something. OR I can wait it out till the Katarn got bored and I try my luck with in the forest again.” Pausing for a moment she gave in. Leaning forward she held onto the branch and gave the surrounding elements her saddest face possible. “Please what ever you are Great Voice help me out here, I’m really not in the mood to be eaten…well not this way – totally not this way it sounds really really lame!” [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Things were starting to get a bit interesting with a lot more skin.

Micah would ponder on such an act. The ruffle of hair, the loosening of clothing. The coy words and the bit of flirtation that lay thick in her voice. Amusement grew within those citrine eyes. As did interest that was beholden to his biology. An act that was only held in check by his Lorrdian heritage. One of the knacks that the Talith had managed to pick up was his mother's talent at kinetic communication, and in reading body language of others.

In this instance, Micah could tell that while the girl was acting rather coquettish, it was all an act so as to find a way out of her situation. She had no real clue whether he was a figment of her imagination, the Force, or a man made of flesh and bone. His chuckle resonated throughout their little neck of the forest, and in that came the subsequent commentary, "I suppose I can lend aid."

With a shake of his head, Micah redirected his attention at the Katarn below. He had with him one of the best stun blasters he could find. Dialing in the amount of power took a few clicks.

"As long as you keep calling me the Great Voice." he teased.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Whatever convinced the owner of the Great Voice to help her out she thanked the Force for it. Partially she wanted to believe it was her womanly curves and her lusciously long brunette hair, but it was probably the fact that she was calling him the Great Voice. Which easily made sense when he wanted her to continue to call him such a name. Shaking her head, she nodded as quickly as she could without knocking herself off the tree branch. “Yes! Of course I’ll keep calling you The Great Voice and I’ll even throw in a favor of sorts. I mean if you could take care of the Katarn or whatever and get save my life I’d owe you one right?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson was never a fan of owing people anything, but this was a predicament she couldn’t talk her way out of. She was screwed without the Great Voice and her mind trailed back to how Kaili would take the news if she ended up eaten on Kashyyyk. Knowing the girl’s temper, she would feel sorry for the species. Though, Kaili was nonviolent so either way it wouldn’t be a good situation. Shaking her head, she clung to the tree branch, then remembered. “Aw man, that thing crushed my datapad and I don’t think my comm reaches out this far.” Allyson groaned and waited for the Great Voice to save her tail on this one. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Uh, thanks Great Voice…totally means a lot…” Closing her eyes she waited for the cue that she was in the clear and could eventually drop from the tree and back onto solid ground. [member="Micah Talith"][/SIZE]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Allyson would hear another snort of amusement from the Talith, a modulated chortle that would reflect a hint of his good nature. She was in a bad state, and while it was due to her absentmindedness or some other reason, Micah wasn't the sort to not lend a hand when someone needed it. Blame it on his mother, who was always trying one way or another to go head over feet in being the good Jedi.

"Well, you can cook right?" here's hoping, he mused, drawing his arm down to aim in on the Katarn. A single burst shot from the Morp gun, sending a stun bolt with enough of a charge to knock out the Katarn for a good three hours. It struck right against its shoulder, making the creature give a comical half dance before it flopped over with a thud on the ground.

A click and he set the stun blaster to safe, while his other hand switched the manual trigger of the camouflage in his armor to reveal himself.

"Because I'm starving!" the armored figure of Allyson's Great Voice chimed in, wiggling a gauntlet of five fingers in hello. Ever the snarker, his modulated voice behind the helm dripped with devilry.

"How good are you at roasting fresh Katarn?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

“Of course I can cook and Katarn is perfectly easy to cook especially when it's fresh.” Allyson mused over her cooking abilities and remembered some of the meals she had cooked for Kaili - who probably gained a few pounds while she was there. She watched the Katarn below collapse and lay there. Slowly, Allyson started to climb down the tree. Her legs and arms wrapped around the thick trunk and began to work its way down. Finally seeing the ground, Allyson dropped one of her legs and poked the ground searching for it with her toes. The ground brushed the tip of her toes and she settled down on to the ground.

Heading over, she stepped over the large Kartarn’s body and went to check on her devices. Frowning, there was no fixing her comm or datapad which meant that Kaili wouldn’t get a chance to talk with her and make sure she was okay. Fingers pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed and tried to think of what she could do with the Katarn. Looking around there were several edible fauna and like a proper cook she kept a pocket locket of seasoning like salt and pepper.

“Well I don’t have a knife or anything Mr. Great Voice so if you could be so kind to clean the Katarn up into workable pieces I’ll work on gathering ingredients sounds savvy?” Pausing she frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow. “Do you also have a name beyond Great Voice?” [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

There was barely any sound to forewarn the brunette. Micah had dropped down with the predatory grace given to him by his bloodline, one of the few lingering traits of the Garhan legacy given to them by his great, great Oma. In his full armor, with the helm and all - now that hew as visible - he could be a bit of a startling sight. Often times he forgot just how eerie his quiet movements could be.

Other times he reveled in it. Like when surprising his friends. That was always some fun.

"What? You don't know how to dress a Katarn?" he quipped off to the right of the Corellian, a slight glint of silver flashing in the air as he flipped his vibroshiv into the air with nonchalant grace. As if having a perfectly normal conversation, the man would crouch down to inspect the unconcious critter.

"Although, I can indulge you in the dress... I have not a pot for your use." he joked. At the mention of a name, his grin would broadened behind the visor of his helm.

"Maybe after you've made dinner." he joked, gesturing at her with a wag of his shiv. " My mum told me to not give my secrets away too easily."

A pause, then he said wryly.

"No matter how pretty."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson gave him a disgusted look, of course she knew how to dress something, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. If he was going to demand food then he should have at least a bit of a hand in preparing it, even if he killed it for her and saved her life. Allyson remained determined that what he was doing, by dressing the Katarn was helping with dinner. The girl stuck out her tongue at his last comment, at least he thought she was pretty…right? She had to think on his comment a bit more, one could probably take it either way. She could be pretty, but still not pretty enough to get his name – how rude. There was a moment she pondered on buttoning up her vest, but she decided not to.

“Of course I know how to dress a Katarn, its just – I need to go and get a few things. From swinging around where I was I spotted a few edible plants that would go nicely with the meat.” Turning her back towards him she headed only a few inches into the brush to pick some of the plants. She smelled each plant before she picked it and the ones that weren’t poisonous she picked and put them into the pulled up bottom of her shirt. She needed something to carry them along with some of the berries. Heading back after a few moments, she picked up a few sticks and set everything down. “Don’t need a pot when you can barbeque” Smiling happily, she set up the sticks to make a nice fire along with using the larger sticks to create a make shift spit.

“Might need a little help putting the meat onto the stick so I can rotate it over the fire if you will, oh Great Voice” There was a hint of playful sarcasm and she shook her head. Now that she could look back on the situation, she found it quite hilarious. “Like my meat medium rare, what about you?” She prepared to season the katarn meat once the man boy next to her was finished dressing it. [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

The body language from Mister Great Voice would relay to Allyson that he was greatly amused. Mainly at the fact that the girl thought she was going to go on and start creating some sort of fancy meal. Well, until she said barbecue, then he was all for it. He had no qualms on dressing game and field smoking or cooking; Vex and he had done that more often than naught while out on the field exploring. Truth be told, it was far more amusing watching her get on with it than tossing the vast amount of quips he usually would have spilled out by now.

"I may be able to help with that," he told her, rolling his shoulders a bit, his modulated voice saturated with mischievous amusement.

"Medium-rare is well enough for me," he would answer her question, crouching down beside her to help. "Reckon you might need a good knife to dress it..." cleaning game was a rather bloody mess, but if she could handle it...

Well this will be interesting to see.

He had met few who would stomach it, and preferred an already dressed slab of meat.

Besides, the view was rather stunning from this angle,

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson placed the things she had gathered down and looked at the Katarn, it seemed the fellow next to her wanted to see her dress it a bit and Allsyon sighed. The last thing she really wanted to do was break down a beast of a creature like this. She didn’t voice her distaste for this part out loud, mostly because the guy did just save her from becoming Katarn food. Patting her leg she remembered there was a small knife. Thinking more on the knife she suddenly became very irritated with the thought of it. If she had remembered while she was hanging upside down that she had a weapon to cut herself down AND to stabby stab stab the Katarn with she wouldn’t be in this mess right now.

She pulled the small blade from her boot and examined it for a second. It was sharp enough for what she needed to do, but it seemed it was going to be a bit difficult when she actually needed to break down the pieces for actual cooking. Groaning slightly, she would eventually need the boys help. “I don’t want to do this in the dirt, so I need to hang him.” Looking around she spotted where she was hung herself and grabbed the wire and stretched it till it was able to be tied around the Katarn’s back legs. Doing a little bit more searching she found the other end and began to pull. Struggling slightly, she hoped Micah would eventually get up and help her. Either way the Katarn wasn’t HUGE, but big enough for her to struggle. Once the beast was hanging she quickly made work with the clawed feet, severing them at the ankle and elbow. She put them aside and then began to deskin the reptomammal. Being careful not to tear anything, she wondered if the skin could be used for anything - either way her or the boy would sell or use it.

“Don’t know if it's useful, but I kept the hide errr skin in good condition so yeah…” From there she cut the belly open slowly and began to remove the organs and the like. This was the part that grossed her out the most. Biting her lip she dug out the organs and placed them beside the carcass. Once it was cleaned out she wandered to her bag that was tossed aside and removed the water canteen. Splashing the carcass with the cool water rinsed the kill along with washing it free of any remaining bits of organ or skin. Sighing softly, she removed the vest she wore and wiped her hands clean of the blood and then used her now clean hands to wipe the sweat from her brow. Feeling the heat from doing the cleaning and such, she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt again to allow some of the ‘cool’ Kashyyyk breeze to hit her.

“I hope you appreciate all of this…” She thought about it and nearly smacked herself. “I do appreciate you showing up when you did you know…” Sincere gratitude was something Allyson rarely showed. Walking to the other side of the Katarn carcass, she cut along the backbone and continued to break it down. She removed the ribs with the meat attached along with a couple of slabs of meat she had broken down from the legs and chest region. “Ribs and thigh with a bit of breast..sounds like a feast yeah?”

Slowly beginning to season the meat she looked over at the boy, “Can you make the fire and start putting the meat on the stick so we can cook it over the fire? My arms are noodles after all of that.” Playfully, she wiggled her arms to show their noodle like feeling then began to season the meat with the herbs and such she had found. [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Help her he did. At least in getting wood and kindling for a fire. Truth be told, he was rather impressed by her work, watching her dig in and actually getting into cleaning and dressing the Katarn with skill. Well, would you look at that. Not entirely helpless. The thought was followed by a small chuckle. He set about to setting a proper fire safely, aware that other critters may catch on to the scent of a fresh kill and come over to investigate. With his armor still on, he was working up quite a bit of a sweat, beads of it rolling down his temples.

"Oh trust me, my stomach will!" the Great Voice joked, igniting the kindling with the precision of one well used to living in the wilderness. He was quite appreciative of anyone who would feed his stomach. He was always hungry. "Now, the question is why is one such as yourself, wandering the Kashyyyk forest by herself?" Moving over, he gratefully took the skin.

"Not too shabby." she managed to do it in one piece, which is more than he would have expected from others. "I'll set to cleaning this quick." he'll need to stretch it out and scrape off the connective tissue.