The entire tunnel began to shake as the beast, whatever it was, dragged itself towards dhen. Wrath whipped around and shone his glow stick as the dark hulking shadow drew nearer. The devaronian gulped as teh light burned away the shadows from the monster. Cracked, leathery skin. Huge arms. Razor sharp claws. It was a rancor.

The gammoreans squeeled in fear, their primal pig like natures began resurfacing. One bolted down the tunnel on all fours. The other stood pawing at the air and eyes glazed over. Wrath snapped out of his fear induced trance as the rancor let loose another primal roar. The devaronian pushed past the gamorrean who was still staring at the rancor, squealing in fear, and sprinted down the tunnel, desperate to put some distance between him and the rancor. Vosk ran along side him, almost tripping ove rhis own feet in desperate speed. The gamorrean who had fled first was nowhere to be seen.

The rancor closed in on the remaining gamorrean, drooling with the chance of a meal. The rancor reached out with it's clawed hand and the gamorrean panicked, slashing at the rancor with its vibroblade. The rancor roared in pain and anger as steaming hot blood streamed out of its injured hand. The gamorrean squealed and turned to run away, but it was far too late. The rancor wrapped its uninjured hand around the gamorrean. The gamorrean writhed, trying to get away and stabbed into the rancor's hand with his vibrodagger. The rancor growled and lifted the gamorrean high over its head before smashing it into the cave wall. There was a sickening sound of crunching bone, and the gamorrean layed still. The rancor growled in satisfaction and sniffed the air. There was more. More food. The rancor continued down the tunnel, hunting its prey.

Wrath and Vosk twisted around turn after turn with desperate speed as the walls of the tunnels closed in, growing smaller. They finally came to a stop at a dead end, and Vosk slumped down the rock wall, almost sobbing with fear and exhaustion. Wrath growled and kicked him, keeping his blaster ready.

"Get up, you idiot, we have to get out of here. That rancor could still be following us and I don't wanna be caught here."

Vosk looked up at Wrath and spat at his feet.

"The rancor will never find us here."

"Sure?"

"You don't trust me? I know these tunnels better than anyone. The rancor'll never look fer us here."

Wrath snorted and kicked at Vosk again.

"One. I don't trust you. Two. You're full of yourself. And three-

A roar interrupted Wrath mid sentence. It sounded close. The rumbling sound grew louder. Wrath glared at Vosk and hissed, pointing the blaster at his head.

"You idiot! The rancor found us!"

Vosk didn't have the strength to reply and pointed behind Wrath with a quivering finger.

Wrath turned around and almost screamed.

The rancor was draggin tiself down the tunnel, leaving a trail of its own blood as its skin rasped against the tunnel walls. The monster was much too large for the narrow tunnel, but its need for food was too desperate for that to stop it. Wrath cursed and squeeezed the trigger of his pistol. Blaster bolts slammed into the rancor's head and shoulders, causing it to scream in pain. Wrath emptied more bolts into the beast, but they only seemd to make the creature angry. The rancor slithered down the tunnel faster, it's claws scratching and leaving deep grooves in the stone. Wrath backed away, iring his blaster, his back pressed against the stone. Vosk began sobbing pitifully as their doom closed in.

The rancor was inched from the duo. Saliva dripped from its jaws as it closed in. Wrath squeezed his eyes shut as the beast's huge hand reached for him. Suddenly, just as its claws were about to slash out and grab Wrath, the rancor stopped, growled and began to drag itself back down out of the tunnel. Wrath kept his eyes shut and held his breath for a few minutes. His twi'lek companion did the same. Vosk and Wrath stood there in silence, until Vosk spoke up, keeping his eyes closed.

"Are we dead yet?"

The pair gingerly pried their eyes open, and found there was a slender twi'lek female standing before them, a blade of blue ligh in her hand. Aayla smiled.

"No. You're not dead. Not yet, anyway."

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Really, sorry for the wai everyone. REEEEEEEEAAAAALLY. I just had a lot of shit on my plate.