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.
Rook Heimdal