[Drabble for @masterofthelivingforce.]
Jedi Temple, Coruscant ...
‘I need you in Qui-Gon’s rooms right now!’
Micah Giett had at least five different reactions to that message, not all of them appropriate and at least one not realistic in the least. But given the suddenness of the message and that he knew for a fact his old friend wasn’t in those rooms at the time, he gave his brain a good scrubbing and took off at a run, with just a touch of panic that something was horribly wrong.
“Thera?” He didn’t knock so much as just scrape his knuckles over the door as it opened, not standing on manners, and hurried inside. “What’s going on? Are you alright, what’s - how did that get in here?”
Stupid question, he’d remind himself soon after. These were Qui-Gon’s rooms after all, and though the long procession of bedmates might have ceased, the equivalent one of ‘lost’ birds, bugs and beasts never did. And so, the presence of a small, round, furry creature that shouldn’t have been there and probably didn’t have its shots wasn’t that much of a surprise.
What was, was the way Thera was currently cradling it like a baby and looking up at Micah with something as near to panic as he’d ever seen, and the urgency in her voice as she asked, quickly, “Do the Healers take care of pets?”
"I ... I think so?” He had no clue, really, but could only imagine so, or that he’d be able to convince them. Taking a breath, he shut the door behind him and went for a closer look. “What is that, and,” A pause, as the creature hiccuped into Thera’s breast and sniffed, “what happened?”
“It’s a Quoggle.” She adjusted her hold on the thing, which sprawled languidly in her arms like her awkward hold was heaven and hiccuped again. “There wasn’t time to take it to a shelter, so he let it loose in ... in the greenhouse.” A pause made that name a bit more pointed before she added, lips down in a grimace, “And they’re herbivorous.”
Herbivorous. Right. That was ‘plant-eating’ yeah? Micah’s eyes suddenly sprang wide as the two things connected, and he hurried closer. “Oh Force ...” Qui-Gon’s ‘greenhouse’ had species from all over the Galaxy and some of those were poisonous, “What did it - ?”
The Quoggle stared up at him dreamily, then with much gravitas belched loudly into the Jedi’s face. And on its breath was a very, very ... painfully ... familiar scent. Micah froze, jaw dropped, and the words dragged out of him in a trail. “Ohhhh, kriiif, noooo.”
Thera nodded, emphatically, and in her arms her burden gave what sounded like a giggle and began to merrily ‘gallop about’, even though all its legs were off the ground and facing upward at the time. “His entire ‘ready to smoke’ stash. This may be the first Quoggle that’s ever been able to fly.”
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