Before [MMM] How It Was Done -- Horror with mush at the end. OCs, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan

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  1. ardavenport Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Dec 16, 2004
    star 4
    Title: How It Was Done
    Author: ardavenport
    Timeframe: pre-Episode I, pre-TPM
    Genre: Horror, Mush
    Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, OCs
    Keywords Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi
    Summary: Younglings learn their lessons in many ways.
    Notes: Typo is my middle name, with missing words and errors that spell checkers do not catch being my speciality - if you see any, just post a reply or send a PM with the what and where and I will kill them with no mercy.
    Disclaimer: All characters belong to George and Lucasfilm; I?m just playing in their sandbox



    Sssimisssmac looked up from his dinner and sniffed. Snarling and grumbling with distaste, he went back to his dinner.

    The Haahmisss younglings had fouled themselves in thier box on the other side of his one-room outpost. He would have to bring in a tub of clean water to dunk and scrub each one tomorrow. And then tie them up so he could take them out to clean the box.

    His beak digging deep into the sweet young flesh of the first one he had taken out, Sssimisssmac supposed that this was inevitable. The others had to be watching him through the heavy wooden slats of the box. At least they had stopped mewling. He grumbled over a tasty bit of sinew, firm but pleasantly yielding as he bit into it. Gulping the chunk of meat, it rolled down his throat with a wash of aromatic after-taste. It was wonderful.

    Haahmisss younglings were always best fresh. He knew some elders, upon catching seven Haahmisssings, would have cooked up the bunch in a stew to put into the preserver for later to make them last. They were never as good that way. But if he had as thin a beak as some elders, he supposed he might do the same.

    Licking his fingers, he put down the leg bone and pushed back his chair. It was never a good idea to over-eat, no matter how tasty the meal. A chair leg bumped into the pot next to it and some of the blood in it sloshed on the floor. Sssimisssmac jerked the chair away from it. He had managed the kill and dressing with as little mess as possible and now he just carelessly spilled it.

    Getting up, he went to the utility cabinet, slid the door open and grunted at the floor-droid to get to work. It was an older model and a bit slow, but a sturdy and reliable machine that Sssimisssmac knew how to repair, an important point for anyone living by himself in the forest. He bend down and lifted the pot onto the table while the droid kept away from his clawed feet while it did its work.

    Some of the blood would be frozen, the cubes to be savored on hot days. The jar of edible organs would be mixed and ground with the smaller meat and fat scraps for a sausage. He would share that when he went into the settlement to see his sisters' family. An illicit and forbidden gift, but as long as no currency was exchanged, nor favors given or promised, the authorities always looked the other way. But one Haahmisssing wasn't nearly enough for even a small batch. Rumaging in his food stocks, he took out the spices and spooned generous amounts on what he had and put it into the back of the preserver. He would grind everything up when he finished the last one.

    Sssimisssmac froze, his ears perking up, his tail lowering, the end-tuft sticking straight out. He waited.

    He heard it again, the scraping sound from above.

    An animal disturbing the foliage over his hidden outpost? No, none of the concealing plants were edible. Sssimisssmac made sure of that. Pursuers hoping to retrieve the Haahmisssings? Unlikely. While he lived near the edge of Shiirissss territory, he was well within the boundary. The Haahmisss sentry droids would never cross the border. Not that they were any good at enforcing the law. That was why guardians like him were necessary. Too many times the Haahmisss Councils claimed that they had programming deficiencies whenever one of their settlements pushed over a border. The whole forest-lands would be sheared down to stumps and ruin without real guardians like him.

    The sound came again,
  2. earlybird-obi-wan Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 21, 2006
    star 6
    Another one of your gems with the interesting aliens
  3. ardavenport Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Dec 16, 2004
    star 4
    Thanks for reading! Though I must admit that these weren't very nice aliens; part of the horror aspect of the story.
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