@boazshol
「 Commodifying Life ( Caroc/Boaz | 3956 BBY | Malachor V ) — ( content warning: violence )
It still felt new, moving about under his own power. A year had passed quickly for a being as long-lived as a Maelibus, and time had stretched strangely in that place just above Iego. Caroc still didn’t know how long he was there, or what all had happened-- small holes in his memory didn’t disconcert him as much as they should have.
The present was much more important.
It had been happening occasionally since Caroc had gained his new position as Luro’s pet weapon. Left alone. Allowed to wander. It made the beast nervous, no planet comforting him the way that Iego did, but it was better to move his feet and feel his way through the halls of the various Sith bases than it was to simply sit outside the doors that Luro hid behind on ‘business’.
At least wandering he found occasional excitement-- A crashing, crackling noise interrupted his thoughts. Just around the corner, a great storm of sound and fury. Barely speeding up, Caroc encountered the scene just as one of the more powerful ones steeped in darkness-- Sith, he reminded himself, like his Caretaker-- exploded into a storm of electricity. Their song sang of betrayal, but in which direction Caroc wasn’t sure.
It seemed like it hadn’t been long since Caroc had had allies explained to him (he’d been familiar with the concept since birth); but the guidelines were there-- an ally could be an asset, and so was to be protected (and never eaten without permission).
Caroc moved on instinct.
The most direct target of the Sith creature’s attack seemed to be the one closest at hand, and before the next hail of lightning could land, Caroc was shielding them with his body. Electricity and hatred glanced harmlessly off of his back, though it left his coat in tatters.
Ignoring the combatant entirely, fearless in his apathy, Caroc instead looked down at the small meal in his arms.
“Are you harmed?”
