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Duality of Dweebs- Zaharian and Della

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Technically, Zaharian was a man with chestnut hair, scarred face, and a good build under charcoal-grey uniform. His peers, however, still referred to him as a boy with chestnut hair, and that was as much as they were willing to give credit to. So when assignment “Lottery” came, as Zaharian referred to tasks haphazardly given with little thought, he could sense a bit of confusion from his mates. It was a “resource acquisition” mission. That was to say, it was a heist. The boy at least had some dexterity going for him, but was still rough around the edges in his developing skills. There were failed attempts at bribing the vending droids. There was the thing he did when he thought he was alone and would pretend to sneak around while humming his own theme song.

On the other hand, he was very gifted with technology. Once it was made clear that the resource being acquired was a foot-sized kyber crystal that had been polished and cut into the shape of a goblet, they understood that it would take someone who knew a thing or two about security systems. Zaharian was thrilled. The mission was set in a museum, of the great metropolis of Coruscant. He could grab a good cup of caff, get the goods, and then settle for a nice dinner with the fat bonus that goblet was going to get him. So far, everything was going as planned. He had disabled the exterior security systems. The doors were kept locked, to avoid too much suspicion. Security droids were outdated and slow to react. They might as well have been eating doughnuts and sleeping. Zaharian was able to get rooftop access, slip into the attic, and then cut a hole past fiberglass, wood, and plaster. With a good bit of effort, any cameras nearby were currently replaying scenes of quieter days. Zaharian carefully removed the panel he had cut. Not dropping a single spec of dust. He tapped a few lines of code into his datapad. Just to be certain that the proper security mechanisms were disabled. He strapped a grappling rope to the harness on his chest. With a smug dive, he lowered himself slowly to the precious object below like an outstretched spider. The Chalice of the Force had been commissioned by a wealthy family who were lucky enough to own the land the crystal had been found in. Like many wealthy families, the idea of donating something valuable to a monastic order was met with restrained contempt. They found it much more contributable to society to carve the stone into a wineglass made further useless by ornate gold work and jewels. Now it was going to be useful, but for the Empire. Waste not, want not. Zaharian always said. He flexed his fingers ready to finally commit to the thievery. Alarm systems were disengaged, so the glass top was removed without a sound. The chalice seemed to gain a greater weight without the enclosure. Zaharian tilted his body to the side, to carefully set the glass case down without making noise or breaking it. It required a bit of finesse to avoid tipping anything over. Then, looking back up, he saw ears. Long, sable, rabbit ears. They were attached to a pair of large staring eyes. His heart suddenly jumped. His breath leaped away from him, leaving only a tight throat. His face felt pale and his fingers turned to ice in a brief moment.

Zaharian nearly screamed out of shock, instead biting his lip so only a high pitched whine was emitted. Instead, he bunched up, nearly scaling up his own grappling rope, and tilting the podium. The rabbi- No, girl, Rabbit. Girl. Girl-rabbit. Grabbit. The thing managed to prevent the entire display from falling over. They locked eyes. Hers were dark-colored, almost brown. With a strange combination of curiosity, and the wild stare of a woodland animal. Zaharian’s were blue, mixed with confusion, relief, and the look of someone who just noticed an uninvited guest. The two were silent, and Zaharian began to wonder if a poor teenager had been locked into the museum and needed help getting out. He opened his mouth to silently ask her. Before a sound left his lips, he noticed that the girl was slooooooooooooooowly sliding the cup towards her. Zaharian protested, reaching out for the cup. Before his fingers could touch the gilded chalice, the rabbit darted back, and the podium fell over, shattering the glass case with a loud crash. Zaharian gasped. He and the girl broke froze still. As soon as the alarms sounded, the girl leaped onto the Imperial’s rope and started to scale it like some common tree mammal. “Hey! Wait!” Zaharian shouted. His arms flailed until he recalled the feature that would allow him to zipline back up to the attic. Zah situated himself to grab the girl as he jetted up the line. It worked like a charm. He scooped both girl and cup into a grip before entering back into the attic. He had half a mind to just drop her, but the teenager suddenly clung to him like velcro. “You’re in big trouble, little lady!” Zaharian barked, trying to wrestle between Chalice, Girl, and a blaster pistol. But, he wasn’t watching his head, and there was a thunk as he hit a wooden support beam his rope was tied to. It didn’t take him out, but he was now in a tangled heap of limbs, frantically making sure the prize token didn’t fall. He couldn’t hold everything. The blaster pistol was knocked just out of reach onto some dated insulation, and the girl managed to slip out, running to the open window Zaharian had climbed through earlier. “Nope!” The imperial grunted, quickly disconnecting the rope, reaching for his weapon and firing a plasma shot. He missed on the first shot. He realized that he was firing a lethal bullet at a teenage child and a great guilt flexed in his mind. Stun would be just as effective, eh? And maybe after all this, as he dragged her sorry ass to a cell, they could all laugh about this little mix-up and convince a ragamuffin to enlist in a potential new career path with the Empire. Scrambling over antiques, and forgotten cleaning supplies, Zaharian adjusted the safety on his pistol and set off to firing more shots. They all missed. How were they missing? The girl slipped through the window, Zaharian close behind her, but now needing both hands for climbing. They scrambled over piping, ladder, and ledge. Zaharian managed to give a great lunge, grabbing the girl by the legs and causing her to fall. “YOU. ARE. UNDER. ARREST!” He shouted, trying to scramble over the thief, and then watching in horror as the chalice slipped out of the girl’s grip, tumbling down a firescape and into a street gutter. Girl and Boy once again looked at each other, before madly climbing over one another to get off the roof first.

What actually happened was the girl tackling Zah from the rooftop ledge, landing right in his chest, nearly causing the two of them to fall backwards over the railing to face a future splattered on concrete. Zah’s iron grip and short stature saved them both from an unfortunate fate. “You’re gonna get us both killed!” Zaharian cried, the hand with the goblet trying to stay out of reach of the rabbit as she climbed him like a spider monkey. He didn’t dare let go of his grip on the railing. Finally, he attempted to shove the teen off using his leg, only to lose balance and slipped, dropping the chalice. It bounced down to the second level fire escape. The girl slid down the ladder and scooped up the cup, before making another leap off the second story and landing solidly on her feet. She grunted and Zaharian winced. Leaping from the second story was never as harmless as it looked. She was probably dealing with a sharp pain in her ankles and shins. Zaharian was a trained Imperial Agent, and well versed on safe landings. First floor was bypassed, as security officers were frantically trying to scurry within the museum to look for the thieves that slipped from them. Flashlights flickered and searched with their great gaze for the chalice and its new owner. The alarms were growing more frantic and loud. On the ground level, security droids were starting to deploy, the two thieves both turned to the direction of their new threat. The girl still had the chalice, but was now in tandem with Zaharian in the scurry to escape. They were matched for running speed. Red and blue lights flashing behind them. At the same time, they saw a narrow cranny in between two crowded tenements. Zaharian was the first to enter, and grabbed the girl to pull her in. There was no way she was going to slip away from him. Holding her against the wall opposite from him by the arm, he twisted it behind her pressing the teen against the wall. The droids passed them both by. Zaharaian breathed a sigh of relief as he started to search his pockets for anything that would restrain his new charge further. “Miss, for interfering with-” “Silfay hraka!” she spat.

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Creation Myth from Della’s & Sansarc’s Homeworld

In the beginning, there was only winter. It was so dark and cold that you would never see the breath from your lungs, nor have it permitted to escape before you froze to death. It was a lonely place, with the only sound that could be heard was stone and ice shifting together. But life was eventually created. The very first being was a spirit made from the spark of two stones rubbing together. Her flame started to grow and she soon melted the ice and created the great rivers, oceans and lakes of the world. She created the sun and the stars, and the world lived among those stars. The second being was born. He was created by the last howling wind of the first winter, and the darkness before the stars. His eyes were two moons that reflected the light of the oncoming spring. He took the shape of a great hound, and watched from the darkness and steep cliffs of the world.

The spring was made from the First Spirit’s hair, warm breath, and gentle steps. The Hound followed her, breathing death. The dead grass, leaves, and timber became his great coat. After a great time of wandering the world, the first spirit turned to the hound and asked of his purpose. He asked of hers. “I am to bring chaos, light, and life.” she responded. Her voice was like the stream after a rainstorm, cascading over pebble and under fallen trees. “And I am to being order, darkness, and death.” The Hound said in return. His voice was heavy and like a song made of mountain peaks and their lonely howls. The two spirits agreed to allow the other their place in this new world. They became gods, each with their domains and tasks. The Goddess made the creatures we know of today, and many that we have forgotten or have yet to see. At first, all creatures ate grass. There were many friends, and no enemies. Amongst these creatures was mankind, and they ate as equals amongst the other animals of the world. But over time, man wandered everywhere and began to multiply too quickly. The Hound approached man. “Control yourselves, or I will control you.” The Hound commanded. Man scoffed at the hound. They had considered themselves the most cunning of all creatures in the world. They mocked the Hound and threw dust at him. The angered the Hound, and he decided to enforce order onto mankind. He gave every animal a gift that could allow them to flee or hunt. Then, he either instilled fear or the desire to slay the children of mankind. To allow mankind to be further hunted, the Hound took the sun from the sky, and hid it away. Mankind was now hunted and alone, but there was a creature shivering in his burrow that took pity on man. He was known as Gaunerei, the great chief of rabbits. He poked his nose from his tunnel and saw man cold and alone. “Come into my burrow, and I will think of a way to help you.” he said. As man huddled out of the cold in the deep ground to rest, Gaunerei began to consider what he could do to bring back the sun. “I will have to go on a long journey, and I will have to make him reconsider, even though he will not want to.” said Gaunerei. He gathered a satchel of food and herbs to help him stay strong and began to journey to the place where spring was never to be found. He first walked across great empty fields of snow, but he could not find any way to track the Hound. The Hound did not leave foot prints. However, the great cats, eagles, and coyotes could smell Gaunerei and began to hunt him until Gaunerei was forced to find refuge in an empty burrow. As the animals snapped and bit at the entrance of the burrow, Gaunerei wondered how he would escape. He recalled that he had a very potent root known as Firra that he used to season his food. It was the spiciest plant ever grown, and Gaunerei was grateful that he had packed it. Gaunerei throw a pawful of powder into the eyes of the predators and they each howled in pain and confusion. Gaunerei dashed out of the hole and ran and ran until he reached a dark wood where leaves never grew. The bark was made of stone and ebony. Through the trees, Gaunerei could see Badgers, owls, and crows. Gaunerei knew that only silence could save him from detection. The echoes of frozen trees cracking against each other sounded like the shaking of glass. The mighty badger continued to sleep, the owl kept watch with talons that cut into the branches. However, a lone crow spotted Gaunerei, and watched him closely. The crow followed Gaunerei as he finally slipped through the forest and faced a great mountain. “I saw you in the wood,” the crow said. “I am curious because it is rare that prey wander into our midst so willingly.” “I confess, I seek the Hound. He has stolen the sun.” replied Gaunerei. “KAh-ahhh. Is that what happened? What do you intend to do with that?” The Crow shook his oily feathers and looked at Gaunerei with a black eye made from the same ebony as the bark of the trees. “That will be my business.” “Kah-ahh-ahh-ahh. Is that what you’ll say to him? I hope you are swift and full of cunning. There is a song he sings to enchant his prey into his great maw.” said Crow. “You offer me knowledge. Why for?” asked Gaunerei. “That will be my business.” The Crow smiled. Gaunerei returned the smile. He understood now that Crow was a fellow trickster, and tricksters were quite interested in watching the outcome of a great task. The rabbit continued his great journey by climbing the frozen stone. He was quick, but even he was slowed by the mighty winds that wanted to freeze him solid. Gaunerei was grateful to be so quick, for many times stones would try to fall from under him, like they were also hunting him. It became darker the higher Gaunerei climbed. Ice made his dark fur frosty white. In the wind, he could hear a song heavy and deep calling out. It promised him warm burrows, gentle rest, and no more pain if only he would be willing to lie down and close his eyes. Gaunerei tried to understand the exact words, but the more he listened the heavier he felt his limbs become. He started to slow down in the ice and almost stopped with chilled bones and frostbitten ears. But Gaunerei remembered what Crow taught him. He resisted even as the song became more angry and dark. Gaunerei finally no longer heard the song, but he had reached the peak of the great mountain. The Hound was waiting on a rock with eyes brighter than the moon, and his dark fur shaking in the wind. His great muzzle pointed skyward, winds flowed from his great nose. Gaunerei was frightened at first. He had never seen a God so close. The knowledge that this God created animals that would willingly hunt and slay others did little to comfort him. The Hound’s very own teeth were larger than knives, and his claws dug into the ground like roots. But Gaunerei knew that he had to save the Sun. He gulped and regained his composure. “How great in size you are.” said Gaunerei. The Hound said nothing. Gaunerei approached just close enough to see that the knowledge of the stars were written onto the Hound’s face and paws. Gaunerei knew that if he fought the Hound directly, he would be ripped apart. “Personally, the badgers were larger.” Said Gaunerei. The Hound’s ears turned to Gaunerei, but the Hound remained still otherwise. Gaunerei reasoned that the Hound had to be somewhat haughty. That was why he was insulted by man so easily, was it not? “Oh, I thought the Gods would be something worthwhile. I had heard that it was you who stole the sun, but after seeing how dull you are I’m thinking otherwise.” Gaunerei said. The Hound turned its back to him. “So stupid and yet you think you’re so much better. I think I should be the new God.” Gaunerei said, looking at the Hound’s tail that laid out like the branch of a pine tree. The Hound kept its jaws tightly shut. Certainly, that was where the sun was being hidden, Gaunerei thought to himself. Why else would the Hound be willing to suffer these petty insults? Gaunerei then had a wicked plan. He reached into his pouch and covered himself in some honey that he had packed away. He then reached slowly and quietly to the Hound’s tail, and nipped the tip completely off. The Hound turned to snap at Gaunerei for biting his tail, and in a split moment Gaunerei was able to catch the Sun from the Hound’s mouth with his sticky paws. Gaunerei ran as fast as he could from the Hound’s mouth. Gaunerei lept into the sky to return the Sun, bringing warmth back to the world. The Hound no longer just hated mankind. He now swore against Gaunerei for defying him. Gaunerei became the great hero to all creatures. The protector against Death itself. Mankind asked the Goddess to make their ears long and their eyes sharp. They renamed themselves after the early word for rabbit: Snamreg. To this day, Gaunerei grants us trickery, cunning, and swiftness. This is our beginning. Before our birth, there was death. Our destruction was planned before we knew summer. But we were blessed with a thousand tricks. A thousand tricks for a thousand foes.

#Della Frey #mythology #Snamreg #just you wait and see how this unfolds in the story I'm writing.#sansarc #Gaunerei

Have a WIP as I become too drunk to draw! Bunday Sunday! Della with a pair of country Zeltron teenagers! Twins! Once I am sober, i’ll be able to make this work/

#bunday #snamreg #starwars #drunk