[center][h2][color=cyan][b]Kadroo Long-Lake[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=cyan][b]The Noreaster | Cargo Bay[/b][/color]

The spirit who spotted him first was unthreatening by all accounts. She had no weapons visible on her, her body language was gentle and swaying, and she radiated happiness. She looked like Chok’ra, the Ewok god of happiness. Though he doubted that such a powerful being would associate themselves with lowly spirits, so perhaps this was an acolyte of hers? Another acolyte of Chok’ra had visited long ago to protect the ewoks, though she had skin of a blue hue and wielded two fire-axes, and defeating a great beast in the mountains that had served Denlett. The calming effects hit him even as he wondered why the spirit was approaching him. Perhaps she wished to make contact with him as a shaman, to enlighten and raise him up in ewok society, and send him back to his home as a new acolyte of Chok’ra, though obviously not as powerful as the spirits.  

 Kadroo was a dignified and diligent apprentice to one of the most powerful shamans of his home world.  He had trained for years to learn each and every ritual that the clans of his culture performed, he was widely considered to be a powerful shaman himself, even though he had not earned his skull yet. Which was why exactly he could not figure out why this spirit was picking him up, seemingly squealing with delight about his existence as his spear clattered to the deck, forgotten. Perhaps she was happy that he had solved their puzzle? Perhaps they liked the fact that he had been curious enough to explore the heaven he had been brought to? He struggled naturally, Kadroo did not like being picked up, even if the person picking him up was one of the spirits. [color=cyan]”Esa weechu uhree kna?!?”[/color] Kadroo squealed back at the spirit in his ewok voice, even as she squeezed him as if he was one of the straw toy bears given to woklings on endor. A thought crossed his mind that there were likely adolescent spirits just like their were woklings. Perhaps this was one of those spirits? If so, Kadroo figured it was his duty as a shaman to indulge her and not upset her. Children could be so fussy after all. [color=cyan]”Nude-la toma jeerota, bont kna!”[/color] He followed up as the child-spirit squeezed him tight. 

The little ewok had already resigned himself to his fate of entertaining this child. Perhaps he would have an opportunity later to escape and go elsewhere, but he knew children could be terribly insistent about keeping around their playmates. He figured for at least an hour or three he’d be stuck with this spirit. The blaster bolt going overhead interrupted his thoughts. [color=cyan]"Siz Klektuhkuh! Siz Klektuhkuh! Siz Klektuhkuh!"[/color] He yelled as he wriggled free, no longer worried about entertaining the child, only about ducking behind something and getting his spear. He knew the noise, it was the sound the magic spears made that the white-devils had used on the tree hunters of his tribe. [color=cyan]"Ehda kna thek!"[/color] Kadroo shouted as he found a nearby empty crate and crawled inside, tucking his little body into it and holding his spear pointed at the opening. 

[center][h2][color=cyan][b]Lucien[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=cyan][b]The Noreaster | Cargo Bay[/b][/color]

Lucien had been happy to start sweeping the cargo hold for more stowaways, he doubted that they’d really find anyone else in the cargo hold, after all, who else could possibly stowaway? Then the ewok wandered out of hiding, and before he could shoot the little rat bear, Sena grabbed a hold of him and picked him up, squeezing him like the most realistic teddy in existence. Lucien knew well enough not to upset Sena, it was one of the few things Solace had made very clear in the course of his time with the Noreaster. If Sena picks something up, you don’t touch it, and you don’t try and take it away from her.  Her tone hadn’t been threatening, more like a warning given by someone with firsthand knowledge of what terrible vengeance would be brought upon him for attempting it. So Lucien didn’t attempt it, he just watched with distrust and warriness. 

This was interrupted by a blaster bolt zinging over his head, and on instinct Lucien shot back, several blaster bolts echoing in reply in rapid succession even as he was ducking into cover behind one of the large stacks of metal crates that were in the cargo bay. [color=cyan]”Shootout in the cargo bay!”[/color] He shouted into his comlink even as he poked his blaster and head around the corner to fire at the unknown hostile who had started firing at him. Hopefully, Sharps and Sable were doing the same.