STAR WARS: TAAREN

CHAPTER TWO.

       AFTER THE FESTIVAL, Puk headed out to the site of the ship, a small one with a large fin protruding from the top, and fins on each side, that could fold up and out when needed to. He, however, didn't quite know what to make of it, and also didn't know what to do with the bodies. They were just animals, right? Strange animals? So he debated whether bringing them back for dinner was a good idea, but then maybe they'd notice the differing taste, what they looked like... And ask questions that Puk couldn't answer. Bad idea.

       So, he dragged the bodies further out into the woods, dumping them somewhere, and took off as the sound of snarling and hungry skulkers drew nearer. Maybe they'd get better use from the corpses, that had already started to bake in the hot sun.

       The Raptoid investigated the ship that had landed, stepping inside of it with wide eyes as he laid witness to things he'd never even seen before. This whole thing was foreign, and it made him as nervous as it did excited. Puk decided he wanted to hide it, not to be selfish, but so that he wouldn't worry the other residents of his clan. His father, and his wives had already expressed concern over him slipping away from the festival, and returning covered in blood. He made up the excuse that he saw a skulker approaching, and chased it away, but they scolded him, telling him that that was incredibly dangerous, and he should've gotten them all, since the beasts generally didn't stray from the forest unless with their packs. He wasn't even sure if they bought his fib.

       Still, he worked on the ship, investigating it, pressing random buttons, pulling levers, until he got a basic grasp of what it did. One of the memorable times, was when he hovered off of the ground. He'd never left the ground, so to be even a few metres off of it, was something else.

       He'd covered it with an animal skin tarp (it took a long time to acquire that many skins), despite the fact that if one ventured in far enough to find it, it'd be more obvious then (but again, Puk was only a child, and barely one at that), but he wasn't going to concern himself with that.

       "Puk," The Clan Mother, Takeii's primary wife Shota began, and the boy ran to his mother, thinking about what he was going to try next with the thing in the forest. "Your father needs to talk to you about something."

       Uh oh.

       Puk had no idea what to expect, and nodded his head, walking into the longhouse, where the majestic Ra'ar male stood, waiting for him. Puk wasn't quite sure if he was in trouble or not, but he decided that he definitely did not want to be in trouble. At all.

       "Sit, son, sit." Takeii told him, gesturing to the floor mats, where he too took his place. Puk joined him, looking up at his adoptive father with worried eyes, and a smile crept onto the Clan Father's face. "It's okay, you're not in trouble. I just need to ask you something." He reassured, and Puk let a heavy sigh of relief leave his lips.

       "Yes, father?" Puk pondered, claws moving upwards to fiddle with one of the charms hanging around the ivory of his growing horns, and his father breathed a heavy sigh.

       "We found something, in the woods. It seems to be . . . Some form of metal contraption, it fell from the skies, it appears." He told his son, and Puk's eyes snapped wide open. Oh no, they couldn't have found the ship, could they? The one he found?

       "O-Oh, really? Huh." Puk stuttered, and Takeii raised a brow-ridge.

       "Yes. It was small, oddly shaped, but when we opened it, we found something in it we didn't quite expect." He informed his son, and Puk frowned. The thing he found was not small. It was quite big, actually. And there was nothing really inside of it. He'd cleared it all out to set up a base camp nearby, so that whilst he tinkered with it, he could have breaks and naps whenever he so pleased.