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Tyscio had been diligently following Kahn, mashing his small pouch of greasy pods into a rather slick paste, the formation of a plan coming to his mind.
He knew that the Wookiee would be following but he didn't count on the big hairy ape to reach him THAT quickly.
Before he could grin at the presence felt, he was lifted up and his throat was clasped in the vice grip of two paws.
The beast was hurling Wookiee insults at him or something. All Tyscio heard was growls and barks of a mad Wookiee over something really small.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Glad I didn't smack him with the butt end of a Coruscant wine bottle... damn things must weight a ton.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Tyscio, of course, went limp swaying with the throttling. He knew to resist would mean more pressure...and that was a set of circumstances Tyscio couldn't afford just yet.
He felt confusion, but not so much from the Wookiee as from the Jedi he had been trailing.
When the young man had first expressed his doubt and uncertainty about his future, Tyscio knew that eventually the Jedi would need to make some hard decisions before his quest was over.
That was the measure of a man. The ability to confront the hard decisions and not flinch or get seduced into the easy way...
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..as Sith were prone to do..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, his mind ironically thought to the drunk earlier.
Kahn must had said something to the Wookiee from the mind as he noted the hairy guy's eyes look up.
The hands tightened on Tyscio's throat...and he gasped.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Threatening the Wookiee is not a smart thing.. whether able to do so or not.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
..But he had heard about Wookiees.. learned something about their culture.. not so much the death indebtedness but something else that intrigued the Caprician so much that he was tempted to go to a bit of an extreme to test his theory.
His neck was perspirating in the Tatooine sun and he when the Wookiee shifted his grip, Tyscio slipped free.
Before the hairy thing could react, Tyscio took a step back and gestured that he would not fight.
Putting a hand on his throat, he grinned slightly. "I think that was more than just unhappiness over my 'breakfast hobby'. You seemed like you're having a bad day, and in a place such as that, it could only get worse friend. I saw your peril and took quick, decisive if not greasy action."
As the Wookiee looked confused at Tyscio (perhaps thinking the man touched in the head), the Caprician grew serious.
"My friend," gesturing over the hill toward Kahn, "seems to be on the path to get into some trouble with a drunk killer and possible Sith. I say possible because drunks talk alot.
I have faced a Sith Master in my time and it nearly killed me. So I figured if I was going to aid my Jedi friend, I'd need the best...and you, my friend, were the best in that cantina."
He started to turn toward the hill to go after Kahn. "I can promise you better meat, once this is over, than that alien leg you were eating earlier. You must have bad indegestion.
So come on.
Why pass up an oppurtunity to come to the aid of a Jedi, who will be indebted to you for your help anyway and an opportunity to see me get stomped by a Sith?"
He flashed a grin, "With a deal like that, how can you refuse?"