Prompt: Reader wanders into the 501st camp.
Wanings: OOC (maybe, I don't know... I'm tried)
Italics means your native langue, while normal text is basic.
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"(Y/n)!" Your mother called. "Where are you going?"
"The Cattle are scared. I'm going to go check on them." You yelled back.
"Alright! Be careful honey!"
"Okay!" You yelled, climbing over the fence and into your family's pasture.
Checking the fences, you found that there was a hole. Frowning, you counted the cattle and much to your displeasure you found that one of the calves were missing.
After putting a patch over it, you grabbed some rope and began to run as fast as your little legs could carry you. Following the faint trial the mammal left behind.
"Where are you, buddy?" You whispered as you pushed through the brush.
"HARDCASE!" You heard someone yell and froze up.
The voices started to die down and you decided to see who was speaking in such a weird tongue.
There were two creatures with weird white and blue lined skin. You had never seen anything like them before.
"And that's why you NEVER eat Bubllo berries raw. Okay, Hardcase." The one with the black star head said.
The second let put an exasperated sigh. "Gez, Jesse, I get it. You're beating a dead Cathulo here. I won't eat random food in the wild anymore."
"Good." The other said. "Wait. What did you mean 'anymore'?"
You hardly understood what was going on, but you found it hilarious. And apparently the other white being thought so too.