Capítulo 4: Chapter 4
Although the force and natural intuition told him how to operate his new jetpack, him having never actually flown one showed it's true colors as he tried to land, but ended up falling on his face. "Great, that was super lame after all of my build up. At nobody saw that." Moka said aloud to himself, but his hopes were soon dashed as a recording drone came around, it's red flashing light told him damn near the whole galaxy saw him face planting. What a great start to his life as a prince.
Knowing there's nothing he can do about it, Moka decided to keep moving forward. As he was walking, Moka realized he got absolutely no instructions on what he was supposed to be doing! He just jumped off a cliff like a dumbass, ready to kill something! Maybe his mandalorian bloodline is a little too strong?
Still moving forward, Moka decided just to go with his guts, or should he say the force, to guide him around the forest. Though it took some work to get it working, the force guided him around danger, and even to some fruits he could eat. Like this, all was quiet until Moka heard a rustling in the foliage around him.
Hearing this, Moka stopped on a dime, his heart pounding loudly as he began to sweat under his suit. Quickly pulling up his short rifle, Moka began quickly scanning the area, just like his military training taught him to. It didn't take him long, with his enhanced sight, to spot the area in the brush something was hiding in. A few seconds later, a strange creature burst through the brush and Moka trained his sights on it, about to squeeze the trigger, but the force told him that the beast held no danger to him, though the ones behind it were another matter.
The first beast that came running through the brush looked like a strange cross between a baby wolf and a dragon, though when he trained his eyes on it, Moka was surprised when a hud popped up on his vision, identifying the creature as a, 'Xirra Dragon'. It has glossy black scales, with tufts of white fur throughout his body. On its back it had black wings that seemed just too small for it to fly with. Between it's dragon-like appearance, the sharp teeth and claws, and the small, dull black gem that rested on its forehead inside of a tuft of fur, Moka deemed the creature both cute and potentially deadly.
On parts of the white fur, blood could be seen staining it, as the small creature whimpered as it ran away, though when it saw Moka, it quickly ran behind him, hiding behind his legs. It was shaking so hard, Moka could feel it through his thick metal suit. Moka's heart broke seeing such a cute animal crying,and swore to kill whatever beast made such a cute wolf-dragon cry. Though when he looked back up and saw the monsters now coming towards him, he wasn't entirely confident.
A swarm of what Moka could only describe as 'weird land squids' came charging at him, his optics identifying them as 'Krakels'. Their skin was varied between different shades of orange, red, and yellow. On their skin was a thick mucus-like film that dripped from them, which made Moka sick, but when saw the ground where the mucus landed start to sizzle and turn black from acid burns, Moka felt the blood rush from his face.
The Krakels used their long tentacles either for running, or a thin membrane would appear between their tentacles and they'd spin their tentacles around themselves like a helicopter, using them to fly, and spray their deadly mucus around. At the bottom of the Krakels sat their mouths, which was in the shape of a circle and full of rows of jagged teeth.
Seeing no reason to just keep staring at this nightmare fuel, Moka decided to act quickly, pulling the trigger to his new rifle, surprised by the recoil. 'I know I'm a small kid, but if all the guns have this much recoil, no wonder everyone always missed their shots on the damn movies.' Moka thought as he adjusted his aim for the recoil and continued shooting.
There were so many coming towards him, that it was almost impossible to miss, but once the first few went down, the whole swarm let out a sickening shriek and came at him with such ferocity, that it would even make a droid know fear. Knowing that if he stopped shooting or stayed there he was dead, Moka quickly scooped up the little xirra dragon with one arm and put him in his bag with one arm, and continued shooting with the other.
With the little dragon now secured, Moka went back to his Jedi training and infused his legs with the force, and burst from his spot, dashing through the forest towards the area he came from. Though he wasn't exactly sure of the rules for the hunt, he knew the premise was he had to kill something, and boom, he did. He killed lots of things, so in his mind, he was done.
As he dashed, he saw a recording drone zooming next to him and he could see it took some damage, but the unbroken lens and still flashing light told him it was still recording. 'Great, so at least when I die, they'll have some nice action shots to play at my damn funeral! The Hunt is done, can't they come help me?!' Moka thought to himself as he took a few potshots behind him, now holding his blaster pistol, and judging by the enraged shrieks, he wasn't missing. Moka was slightly surprised at how well he was doing, then realized that he was unconsciously using the force to guide him. Seeing the clear usefulness of the force, Moka swore to study more of the force if he managed to live through this nightmare.
Moka ran for what felt like hours, only now realizing just how far he traveled out initially, then he realized that since he traveled so far, he more than likely was no longer in the "safe part" of the forest, which frightened him even more. The more time went on, the thinner the swarm looked, until there were only a handful left, unfortunately at this point, Moka was completely exhausted. He was also getting worried about the little dragon, as he wasn't able to patch him up yet with all of the chaos. The whole time Moka debated with himself about using his jetpack to search his terrain, but deemed it unsafe as he didn't know this environment and didn't want to alert an even worse beast, but seeing no other options, Moka decided it was time.
Coming to a cliff, Moka flew up using his jetpack. Once he landed, he used his jetpack again, to get to the top of the tallest tree he saw, which gave him a good view of the surroundings. Now able to see the landscape, Moka was able to dozens of mandalorians in the air with jetpacks and even a few LAATs, both the jetpackers and the LAATs using large searchlights looking for something, presumably him.
For the first time since he entered the forest, his comms came to life, and he could hear different voices shouting out for him, "Prince Kahl!", "Prince Moka!", "Little Moka, please be alive so Queen Roz doesn't kill us!". Taking his chance, Moka shouted back, "I'm over here! Please, I need a medic over here quick!". Moka was delighted when he saw the mandos look in his direction and quickly start making their way over to him, but his relief wouldn't last last long.
Just as he let out a sigh of relief, Moka felt an impact at his back, followed by the sound of his jetpack sputtering out, as he quickly fell out of the sky. Fearing for the little dragon, Moka quickly brought the bag with the dragon around to his front and held him safely in his arms just as he slammed into the ground, pain shooting in all parts of his body as alerts from his system began blaring in his head. Almost as soon as he got his bearings, the last of the Krakels got to him, covering his small frame in an instant. Moka did his best to protect the little dragon, but the soft, weak yelps it let out proved he wasn't doing so well. He could even feel the Krakels acid start to sleep into the cracks of his suit that wasn't armored, searig his biotic flesh. Losing Strength in his body, Moka fell to one knee.
"Stop," Moka said weakly, but attacks kept coming. "Please, just… stop." Moka said again, his tone holding a slight edge to it, as he grew increasingly frustrated with himself. He felt so weak, despite all of his technological advantages. Sneaking a quick glance down at the little dragon, he couldn't tell if it was even still breathing anymore.
A deep anger and washed over him as he looked back up at his attackers, rage completely washing over him. "I said, fucking stop!!" Moka screamed, with a wild fury, as dark yellow lightning began shooting from around him, striking all of the Krakels at once, their bodies exploding with a sickening, 'pop'. The lightning storm was so powerful, even the recording drone wasn't spared, as it hit the ground with Moka's sparks still dancing off of it. The last thing the drone recorded was the faint green glow of Moka's hands as he used the last bit of his force power to try to heal the little dragon. Unknowingly to him, he did so much more.
Luckily for Moka, the drone lost power just before he passed out, still cradling the little dragon. A few moments later, the rescue team arrived, marveling at the site before them. A swarm of one of the most dangerous creatures in the forest was wiped out by a 6 year old, and this was just the ones they saw. A mandalorian with rust red paint walked up and began checking on Moka and once he saw he was mostly okay, he started patching up the xirra dragon, assuming it was Moka's pet. "Damn, if I wasn't here to see it myself, I wouldn't have believed a little kid did all of this himself. A 6 year old no less! I guess the Kahl bloodline is royalty for a reason," said the rust red mando, gently placing Moka and his "pet" on a stretcher.
Little did the sleeping prince know, was that this single event would set things in motion that would change his future and the whole galaxy forever. As this was merely just a debut of "King Moka, The Benevolent Tyrant"
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