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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Star+Wars%3A+Fortune+HunterYou’ve heard stories about the Killik. You’ve read about them in class back at the Academy. They were supposed to be long extinct considering they abandoned their mounds back on Alderaan. The fact that you’re standing beneath a group of them right now is a daunting prospect. It’s as if they just leapt from the holopages of history just to mess with you. You, Kuvasz, and Vikker stepped closer together, nearly back to back as the great big bugs advanced on you.
One of them pokes you with his stick, jabbing you with the blunt end of it. “Hey!” you yell back. It flinches back, surprised by your sudden response. It proceeds to poke you again, harder this time. “Ow! Stop that!” You slap down his stick. The other Killik proceed to surround you, ignoring Kuvasz and Vikker. You’ve made a huge mistake. They proceed to poke you, apparently in curiosity. But all its doing is making you angry! “Stop that!” You slap away their spears and sticks. They click their jaws and mandibles to each other, buzzing in some weird language that for some reason sounds they’re constantly saying “uuuu”.
“What are they doing?” asks Vikker.
“They must be wondering why Rhys’s skin is so soft; if they’re giant insects they might not have too much concept for people with bones on the inside like us,” Kuvasz explains.
“Yeah, yeah! Great!” You push away one of them. It hisses at you. “Ah!” you scream at it, and it immediately retreats in fright by your sudden noise. “Real great scientific explanation, Kuvasz, you should’ve been a scientist instead of a mercenary!”
“Well, I mean, I was for like a year,” he says.
“I’m being sarcastic!” you yell back. You wave your arm in front of your nose, groaning at the incredible smell you’ve discovered from these giant bugs. “Look, we’ve got to-“
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