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Private Between Two Rats

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She hadn't been in Cloud City long, perhaps three weeks tops. Though still a fresh face on the block Rook got used to the idea of living on a floating city quicker than most. "Nothin' but another space station--except, ya know, not in a vacuum," she had told Eldin Daine when asked how she was adjusting. While the extent of her affiliation with OPA was bumming about the system with the aforementioned judge Rook enjoyed the camaraderie and freedom it offered. But almost the best thing it provided was what she had been currently set on acquiring. Food.

So much food. Being Firrerreo, Rook needed to fuel an already high metabolism, but with all that happens in the usual Sithspawn's life she was voracious. It was noon when she sloughed off the crate strapped to her back and set it down on the plaza bench. With her size she easily took up the rest of the bench space and rested her elbow atop the crate. This was her fourth lunch break of the day. She wrestled out the last sandwich she'd prepared and took inventory of the delicious creation: thickly sliced, smoked bantha bologna; a generous pile of dil'pyykkles, a fluffy blanket of pink lettuce; deep fried, thin potato slices on top of that; and a thick bun made from dark flour, judging by the brown coloring. It was paradise.

She licked her lips, canines ready to tear a bite into-- beep! beep! beep! Rook flinched when she heard the communicator. With a sigh she leaned back in the seat, balancing the sandwich on her knee as she brought her wrist comm close.

She growled as the blue holo showed a face.

"Can't this wait? I'm on lunch!"

"Per the usual. Listen, it's about the delivery..."


 
Just one of those days.

It had started with a scream when the staff of a local grocery store had discovered Smeg nestled amongst the back stock cages, having eaten himself into a comfortable coma undetected throughout the previous night. It wasn't until the morning staff came in for their shifts that he had been discovered, and while the screaming minimum wage worker hadn't troubled him too much, the one wielding a flame douser had.

Thus another sanctuary was lost (or at least until the store got bored of upholding their pest prevention policies once again).

As he scurried through the streets of Cloud City his gluttonous stomach snarled, demanding breakfast, lunch and supper all at once but daylight was his nemesis. Too big to get by unnoticed; not big enough to simply overpower others for their food, those who walked by him kept a wide berth and gawked at the Skraal with suspicion until they had passed.

It was days like this that he wished he was back home in the very depths of Coruscant, where he knew the place like the back of his hand and never failed to sate his appetites.

He sighed, eyes dejected and whiskers downturned but in his heart knew that leaving home had not been a mistake. After all, he had already tried so many new types of food on his adventures and there was so much more to eat! Hard times didn't mean bad times; it just meant that the rodent would have to keep the faith and try a little harder.

Be a little braver.


As if positive thinking delivered positive results, Smeg's nose began to twitch, rampant deliciousness invading his greedy nostrils. Somebody had something tasty. Over there. On the bench. His poor eyesight squinted at the sight of the impressive sandwich. Oh my! What a holy construction! What a glorious meal! What a...

...GIANT!


Looking past the sandwich and at the person who was holding it, Smeg found himself mystified at the sheer size of the...well, he didn't know what the thing was (limited knowledge, you see), only that it was huge!

He'd never be able to steal the blessed meal from a behemoth like that...


That was until the Skraal Gods answered his prayers and a distraction came along into the scene, the mammoth creature was distracted by its shiny wrist and had left the sandwich resting upon its knee! Oh, glorious day! This was a sign! He was sure!

So the sneaking began with Smeg opting to get onto all fours and take a route from behind. He kept low, and those who saw him observed with tilted heads and confused expressions as the Skraal tried to stealth himself beneath the bench of his target.

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The little blue man trapped in the wrist device jabbered away, "We received new intel. That delivery must be delayed by an hour, officials have the place swarming..."

Rook was a woman used to taking orders and giving orders. She made sure her face was focused and alert, as if truly listening to her employer's representative. It's not that she wasn't, she caught the gist of his forty-two page command sheet, but it was her stomach that held full attention. What she wouldn't give for this guy to just take a breather!

She tapped her foot, the sandwich bouncing in all its succulent, layered glory, too heavy to be knocked from its bony perch. Her stomach rumbled loudly, so much so the little blue man paused to ask, "What was that? Are their transports already inbound??"

She coughed, "N-no sir that was uh, just a garbage droid goin' on by. Noisy bastard."

It was a muted sigh of relief as he studied her postured expression then continued with the details. There truly was no stopping him, and she was forced to be--at least act-- enthralled.

Though as the meeting drug on she suddenly caught a whiff of something. It was... rather ripe. A fruit? No, too musky. Was there a real garbage droid around? She tried to remain focused on the tail end of the message but goodness, that smell was getting closer.


Smeg Smeg
 
Closer and closer came Smeg, the behemoth owner of the sandwich still caught in the distraction of its wrist. The more the Skraal could smell it, the more wonderful the culinary creation seemed. By the Gods, he could practically taste it.

He made it under the bench largely undetected. A few eyes here and there watched the albino rodent awkwardly dart about the street in a low posture, but the nature of sentients was ultimately only made with selfish curiosity, the general populace adopting a mantra of 'not my circus' as he sought his tasty prize.

The sandwich bounced upon the knee of its owner, sending more beautiful aromas wafting into his sensitive nose and the rat had to stifle an excited squeal as his red eyes watched the jostled meal.

Claws were primed and prepared to snatch it and run but then...

...came a sound of thunder!

The giant's stomach rumbled with a great ferocity that Smeg could only marvel at as he winced and froze in place. There was a pang of guilt within him. He knew that feeling, it was commonly known as 'the rumblies' and it summoned a small angelic rat upon his shoulder that tried to offer reason and kindness.

Maybe he could ask for half?

However, his greedier nature prevailed and Smeg's prior experience with the big people told him with a harsh whisper that nobody would ever share with him.

With that thought left lingering in his head, the Skraal primed himself to pounce. Like some kind of furry, white ninja the Skraal came out from beneath the Sandwich Giant and leapt at the magnificent prize, aiming to snatch it with his grabby little paws and if he was successful he would begin to scamper away with it stuffed in his maw.

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