The shrug was small. "It's in the past," he said simply, and it was convincing, maybe. Even if he knew it wasn't true.
He could hear his own heartbeat thudding in his ears and he said, "I'm going to kill you very slowly," and he had never meant anything more in his life.
"I... made it angry." That was the easiest way to explain it. No, not entirely. He had never needed to make anyone understand it before. "Well, not the sarlaac precisely. It formed an empathic bond with the first person it swallowed, many years before. Kept him alive so it could have a connection to whatever it took in next. His name was Susejo. And he was-" evil, a terror, a sociopathic, philosophical raving lunatic, "-just a child."*
Without noticing, Fett's hand had fisted in the fabric of the jumpsuit. He stared at the corner of the wall intently. "My armor protected me for a time, but the sarlaac would have gotten through it eventually. So I made the boy angry. Made the sarlaac angry so it lost its grip, and managed to fire the jetpack." In an enclosed space, which was bad news. It had been the only option. "It took some time, but I eventually found my way out. The sarlaac died in the process." It had been a little more complicated than that, but he didn't think every detail was necessary. She didn't need to know about acid-burned skin catching fire, how he'd gone unconscious, how many people had finally died down there.
"Another bounty hunter found me at the edge of the wreckage and nursed me back to health."
*Yeah, I think tomorrow I'll put up some excerpts from this story on his journal. It's made of crazy.
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He could hear his own heartbeat thudding in his ears and he said, "I'm going to kill you very slowly," and he had never meant anything more in his life.
"I... made it angry." That was the easiest way to explain it. No, not entirely. He had never needed to make anyone understand it before. "Well, not the sarlaac precisely. It formed an empathic bond with the first person it swallowed, many years before. Kept him alive so it could have a connection to whatever it took in next. His name was Susejo. And he was-" evil, a terror, a sociopathic, philosophical raving lunatic, "-just a child."*
Without noticing, Fett's hand had fisted in the fabric of the jumpsuit. He stared at the corner of the wall intently. "My armor protected me for a time, but the sarlaac would have gotten through it eventually. So I made the boy angry. Made the sarlaac angry so it lost its grip, and managed to fire the jetpack." In an enclosed space, which was bad news. It had been the only option. "It took some time, but I eventually found my way out. The sarlaac died in the process." It had been a little more complicated than that, but he didn't think every detail was necessary. She didn't need to know about acid-burned skin catching fire, how he'd gone unconscious, how many people had finally died down there.
"Another bounty hunter found me at the edge of the wreckage and nursed me back to health."
*Yeah, I think tomorrow I'll put up some excerpts from this story on his journal. It's made of crazy.