G O D S L A Y E R
"Oh shut up and keep watch will ya?" A young, hushed voice insisted as a collection of spray canisters were stuffed in separate lockers of different foundlings in the barracks. Each locker filled with an assortment of strange tools and hardware as the foundling shut the door and moved on to the next thing needing prepped.
"Seriously, you wanna ruin this before we even start? We gotta make sure everything is ready for tomorrow!" Another quipped, their attention occupied with a pot stirring and twisting what looked to be a thick, sap-like honey colored green. Stirring the concoction and looking back at one of the younger foundlings who appeared rather...nervous about everything that was taking place.
"C'mon guys we're gonna get in trouble if we do this!? Who even came up with this stupid idea?" They protested, climbing up into their bunk and flopping down to lay back. The boys eyes drew upwards towards the ceiling to meet five eyes glaring back at him from the ceiling, the foundling boy nearly choking and flailing as a four armed Xeno fell from above and landed on the top bunk and leaned in to hiss at the boy aggressively.
"It is Dimas idea! And Dima is super smart so it is sure to work~" She huffed, sticking her tongues out at her and hopping down onto the floor to examine the green, jelly-like liquid that Karth stirred at the edge of his bunk. The one finishing supplying the lockers and returning to his bunk quickly as the sound of footsteps slowly approached from outside in the hall leading to their room. Karth was quick to push the pot he stirred under his bed, pulling out a small table with an blaster that was not assembled and began just putting pieces of it together just as the Drillmaster strolled by.
The foundlings all proceeded to 'act natural' in that moment. The foundling in his top bunk almost sweating as the other three pretended not to notice the Drillmaster peering inside.
"Are we all behaving tonight? Remember, tomorrow evaluations begin. So be on your best behavior~" They warned, turning heel and heading back down the hall as the foundlings all exchanged glances and made faces at one another.
"Another one? Man this sucks~" Karth complained, pushing the weapon aside and pulling the pot back out to continue stirring. The other, a girl dangling a leg from the other top bunk looked at Dima and whispered towards her.
"You said it, this better work Dima or we are all in deep bantha shit." She sighed, Dima weighing her head from side to side and chittering softly.
"Cousins please, Dimas brain is very big you see. If the elders won't listen to us or trust us, then we must make them listen." Dima boasted, drawing a doubtful look from the other on the top bunk who did not seem fully on board with what they were planning.
"With glitterbombs and jelly? They already think we're just a bunch of 'kids' how is this supposed to help our case for getting treated with respect again?" He questioned, making the Xeno grin wickedly as the strange, multi-eyed alien focused and chuckled impishly.
"We are either hunter, or prey yes? Solution is simple. We want elders respect. We must make them prey~" She cooed in delight, her tail swishing and rattling in excitement as Karth and Shivi both looked at one another and nodded.
"This is the way~" They both echoed, looking up at Midas who still seemed on the fence. He groaned and facepalmed himself and dragged his hands down his eyes dramatically.
"Fine fine, this is the way but i still think its a bad idea." He finally caved, finding it hard to go against his comrades as Dima whooped and hopped around in excitement.
"Rejoice cousins, vod will speak of this day for many cycles." She teased looking to karth and lifting all four of her arms to give four thumbs up. Karth and Shivi just laughing in amusement as Dima moved towards the window and gave them both a look over her shoulder. "Make the call, spread the word cousins, we move at dawn!" She told them before taking her leave from the window to begin her own preparations for the next day.
| HOURS LATER AT DAWN |
Hours passed by and the bustle of Kestri grinded to a slow passive silence. Many warriors were either tucked into their bed, exhausted from a long day or found themselves getting to the bottom of a bottle to help their troubled minds. Only a select handful of 'busy bees' remained up through the night and morning as preparations for the days events were moved into place. And already, one foundling was laying their clever trap for none other than the Drillmaster himself. The quiet shifting of tendrils moving about the barracks upper levels where the Drillmaster slept, Dima setting up a silk snag strap near the Drillmasters room on the path they walked every morning. Webbing being placed and a bucket of sweet, honey-like sauce was positioned by the snag to splash whoever was unfortunate enough to walk into the trap.
And as dawn approached, the earliest of the birds began stirring on Kestri. Drillmaster being one such bird and wandering about their room to begin their day Dima listened on the otherside and giggled, quickly moving herself out of sight and turning the corner just to peer back and watch closely.
After a bit of time the door SWOOSHED open, the Drillmaster fully dawned in their Beskar stepped forward with two hounds following out their room. However, after taking a few paces forward the Drillmasters boot landed on the floor and suddenly was wrapped in silk and their leg got yanked up into the ceiling. "W-what!?" They yelled, their bodies flung into an upside-down position. And just as they were the bucket came swinging in from off to the side and SPLASHING all over the Drillmasters armor, covering them in a divine sauce which caused their hounds to go feral. "GRRRRRUH! Kujo, Kali, get me down!" He shouted at his hounds. However, they failed to even catch the other, the beast dragging their tongues all over the Drillmasters visor and spinning him around in their fight to lick away the sauce dripping from him. Dima cackled devilishly, jumping out from the corner she hid around and chittering in delight as her four arms beat at her chest.
"True hunter always watches where they step right Drillmaster?" She laughed, echoing words Drillmaster said to her many times. The elder snarling when he noticed Dima and grabbing a from their boot to reach up and try to cut the silk thread dangling them. The hounds however in their rush to lick his hands knocked the blade away, forcing the Drillmaster to rotate in place upsidedown.
"DIMA! DIMA DID YOU DO THIS!? DIMA!? DIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He shouted and yelled as the xeno fled the scene of the crime.
The first prey of the day, and the signal to others to begin their own attacks. Within the next hour, screams of anger and horror filled Kestri, from the upper levels to the lower as Foundlings splashed mandos with bright, neon paints, bombs of glitter were let off in rooms and the hauls of ships were sprayed with graffiti. Dima herself did not take long to end up in the streets below, slowly sneaking into a tavern where drunken vod trying to forget their problems lay, oblivious to anything happening outside as many elders were awoken to unpleasantness forced upon them by foundlings.
Shaking a canister of the green goo that Karth had been stirring the night before, Dima sneaking around the tables and squirted a bunch into the helmets of the sleeping or distracted vod. Even sticking silk onto their shoes so if they pursued they'd have a hard time walking around and such.
Vren Rook
being one such mando who got his helmet filled with the strange jelly-like substance.
