Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou
I am the walrus, Ue Ue Kaching
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Felucia. It was wet, overgrown, and wild. No matter how many attempts were made at taming it, the planet always found a way to fight back.
Always.
But right now, that didn't matter. What mattered was that Ue- 'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou was here, and he had a reason for being here.
Alas, he did not know what that reason was. Day and night he had prayed to The One With Eyes, She Who Enchants All, and even The Second Great Leader for assistance in finding his goal. His mission.
His love.
Not too many days earlier, the Blind One had stowed away on a ship, hoping it would be somewhere he could find leads -- and praying it was not hot. The alien shuddered against under his cloak, remembering the unpleasant trip to that sandy world. His skin had been so cracked it oozed every time he'd moved. So much for a mucous covering. Not to mention the loud...things in the building had hurt his ears horribly -- the noise was too scratchy and whiny.
Now, though, he was on Felucia, though he didn't know that was its name. He simply knew that here, in this small settlement, there may yet be something to help him. And the climate... It reminded him of sweet, sweet home, of the jungles that he roamed and of the harmony of nature.
And of his beloved.
Turning his mind away from such disheartening thoughts, the Blind One instead focused on putting one step in front of the other, utilizing his abilities to avoid bumping into anyone.
Felucia. It was wet, overgrown, and wild. No matter how many attempts were made at taming it, the planet always found a way to fight back.
Always.
But right now, that didn't matter. What mattered was that Ue- 'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou was here, and he had a reason for being here.
Alas, he did not know what that reason was. Day and night he had prayed to The One With Eyes, She Who Enchants All, and even The Second Great Leader for assistance in finding his goal. His mission.
His love.
Not too many days earlier, the Blind One had stowed away on a ship, hoping it would be somewhere he could find leads -- and praying it was not hot. The alien shuddered against under his cloak, remembering the unpleasant trip to that sandy world. His skin had been so cracked it oozed every time he'd moved. So much for a mucous covering. Not to mention the loud...things in the building had hurt his ears horribly -- the noise was too scratchy and whiny.
Now, though, he was on Felucia, though he didn't know that was its name. He simply knew that here, in this small settlement, there may yet be something to help him. And the climate... It reminded him of sweet, sweet home, of the jungles that he roamed and of the harmony of nature.
And of his beloved.
Turning his mind away from such disheartening thoughts, the Blind One instead focused on putting one step in front of the other, utilizing his abilities to avoid bumping into anyone.