Post by Devlen Del-Arshu on Oct 18, 2005 8:54:47 GMT
*The child opened his eyes and looked around, surveying the wreckage. His fighter was totaled. There was no way that thing would ever fly again. He looked around him. The swamplands seemed to extend forever, the air thick with the morning's moisture. And the smell...it was overpowering, the child just wanted to scream at the sensation of smelling the stagnant wetlands. The child's eyes wandered for several moments longer, before locking on to something...it seemed to click within the ocean of memories the boy could not control...His...father...he had been here before. Gungans lived near here...they could help him. The boy shuffled slowly towards the edge of a pool, then dove into the murky water...
The greetings he recieved were...interesting. The locals seemed to recognize him. He hid his preffered ears and nose into the more...standard view of Boli. And they liked it. The child's mind almost immediately pinged as a new talent sparked alight into his head. The next native the child saw had his...skills cloned. The boy now at least knew how to speak basic common, and that was encouraging. He stood outside the halls of the Gungan Council and waited to be called...*
The greetings he recieved were...interesting. The locals seemed to recognize him. He hid his preffered ears and nose into the more...standard view of Boli. And they liked it. The child's mind almost immediately pinged as a new talent sparked alight into his head. The next native the child saw had his...skills cloned. The boy now at least knew how to speak basic common, and that was encouraging. He stood outside the halls of the Gungan Council and waited to be called...*
