Star Wars: YIARA

Chapter Six: Tranquility

The City.
"Xayson is there anything useful nearby you can use?" Mavral asked in a panic.

"Um..." he said, closing his eyes.

"Nothing Mavral sir...I can't sense...I can't find anything...I can't..."

"Nothing is here."

"There's nothing to help."

"Everything is desolate or destroyed." Xayson spoke.

"Brother..." Jula spoke up.

"I've gotten a link...someone's pet-" she began.

"Rancor!?" Xayson spoke shakily.

"Yes..I've broken it from its restraints. It's breaking from it's pit..it's collar-" she spoke.

"Who the hell is crazy enough to have a pet rancor!?" Mavral said.

"Obviously one of these kyzuvo hunters here in this shit hole." The boy said.

"Watch your mouth!" Mavral said as the boy just smirked and gave him a glare.

"Rrrraaaaaaagggggghhh!!!!" They heard a loud roar in the distance.

"Oh shit." Mavral said.

"Language." Xayson joked.

The rancor. The large slobbery beast leapt upward over a building, nails breaking through the roof as he climbed over the building. Jula's eyes were squinted shut tight.

"Fire!!!" A stormtrooper shouted shakily as they aimed, all eleven of them lifting their blasters, aiming and firing at the large beast, blaster fire pelting off of the beast as he kept down off of the large hut, swiping at his face, blocking the fire with his hand.

Shooing the fire out of the air. The beast marched as the AT-ST marched forward, firing on the beast, pelting its chest. Black smoke rolled off of the shoulder of the rancor from the blaster fire as well as the neck and bled from the nose. The rancor stepped forward, blowing up rock and dirt as the stormtroopers stumbled around, one getting crushed beneath the monster's grasp.

"Good job Jula! Let's go!" Xayson shouted, grabbing his sister's hand as he jerked her up and her eyes shot open.

Mavral pulled them up as pulled them with him as they sprinted toward the ship in the distance as the rancor still battled the soldiers. The rancor roared wildly and reached its claw outward, grabbing the boxy body of the walker with its palm, claw stabbing through the metal of the giant machine, gripping it, pulling it upward, jerking the boxy body of the huge machine. Cables jerked off of the AT-ST and highest flew off, metal hinges flying off, the cables, tearing and ripping, dropping out of the bottom of the ship, stormtroopers firing at the giant monster. The monster roared again, gripping the boxy head of the AT-ST by the head as rapid blaster fire went rogue from the machine firing downward, taking out three of the men, sending ground rubble and dust flying into the air with a cloud of a fiery explosion and three stormtroopers flying backward from the explosion. The rancor gripped the head of the AT-ST with both hands and tore it straight from its legs, barely holding on by the straggly wires. The beast roared again and yanked it up again, tearing the cables, sparks flying as the legs from the walker dropped in the dust the rancor tipping the AT-ST head backward as the Imperial Officers operating the machine stared straight down into the beast's esophagus as the beast lifted the body of the machine up above its head and smashed it downward, crushing four stormtroopers right in the ground between two sets of two, an explosion, a cloud of fire, bursting into the air, bursting into flames, metal debris flying upward, the rancor letting go as roaring, standing upright and roaring, pounding its chest as the rest of the stormtroopers sprinted back under the overpass they came from in attempts to escape. They sprinted and came upon their ship as the ramp lowered and at the top of the ramp to greet them stood a rebel soldier.