Dathomir 3

Running my grey tattooed fingers through my hair aggressively, "Fucking hell being alone is shit".

Its been around 2 months since I came to this crazy death planet and there's been no one to speak to. Trust me I never knew how good company was till this happened, I've ended making the skull of a nydak alpha my best mate. It feels good talking out loud to something even though it won't speak back. The story of how I got the skull is mad too, it was the first time I used the force in a way that wasn't barely shifting tiny stones around.

So basically I was just doing the usual daily routine, I just got out of the cave after my morning meditation that still wasn't having any substantial results, but I didn't let it get me down, baby steps are still steps.

Looking around the surroundings of the cave for a while for my next meal, my ears caught on too some movements going on around 80 meters ahead of me. Yea during the time I've been kicking it in the cave, I've been testing out this body and fuck me when I properly focus it feels like my senses have been jacked up to the max.

It's like my senses have a constant gps on my surroundings, the only tough thing at the start was blocking out all of the ambient noise that I didn't have to hear.

That shits trippy as hell, the first time I did it while I was meditating and fuck me. It was like having a jackhammer next to my ear, no idea how my eardrums even held up after that.

Luckily after I got the hang of it, avoiding the monsters while I moved around was much easier as I didn't have to rely on just my eyes for detection.

Approaching the herd of boars from the top of a small ledge above where they were resting. I calm my breathing and prepare to pounce on the one furthest away from the group. After getting in position and waiting for the best opportunity to get a clean kill, I leap downwards.

Falling through the air edging closer and closer to the boar, the muscles in my arms tense up as I aim the spear vertically for the top of its head.

Oh yea, forgot to mention that I upgraded my weapon, went from the sharp stone to a spear looking thing with barbs round the tip. Must've been left over from a dead body that never made it home. Not like I'm complaining.

Connecting the spear to the targets head, I knew at that moment I was heading away with a successful kill. Blood splatted across my face as I ripped the weapon from its skull.

The commotion caused by the killing scared the rest of the boars away, and thank fuck for that. Don't think I could take them if they grew a pair and ran at me. The tusks they have are lethal, they'd tear through me in seconds if I was ganged up on.

Pleased with my successful hunt I got ready to bring the boars body back to the cave when I heard a deep feral growl. Quickly dashing for cover to avoid what was coming, I ran over to the nearest rock in the opposite direction from the noise.

After getting to cover I tried to calm myself to sense what was coming but, I was getting pissed since I've never felt danger like that yet since I came here, so my emotions were all over the place. Before I could get a grip on my emotions I heard the heavy footsteps of a creature heading towards the dead boar. Peeking my head rock to take a quick look at what was approaching before deciding what my options are.

The creature was a nydak and not even a basic on, no it was an alpha variant. A large quadrupedal being with blueish grey skin, a hunched back and two large tusks next to its maw filled with razor sharp teeth.

At this point my back was filled with a cold sweat which only seemed to get colder when the nydak started sniffing the air only to turn in my direction.

So you can be your ass that I ran away, that thing was terrifying as fuck.

Pushing my legs to the limit I sprinted away from the nydak, slipping through the gaps in the rocks and hoping I wouldn't trip up as it rapidly closed in on me. Before it caught up I slid under a snapped try to narrowly avoid being bisected, but not without taking a nasty slice across the back, "Fuck it hurts" A strange green mist permeated from the open wound stopping the bleeding for now.

I continued to try and get away but it was a hopeless ordeal, it came back across to take another swipe at me but this time I spun around and struck its chest with my spear.

Fuck I was pissed, and rightfully so this dick's trying to eat me after I just caught my food. seeing the spears tip piercing its ribs gave me momentary reprove from these emotions, but only until the nydak swung its arm into my side and tossed me several meters across the ground.

"That definitely broke something" I wheezed as I lay sprawled across the ground.

The pain from my injuries enraged me faster than what should've been possible. My mind was filled with anger, hatred and fear towards the nydak. With these emotions I used them to channel the force within me.

Across from the the nydak ripped the spear out of its flesh. Enraged at getting injured from what it thought was weak prey it was sent into a fury. Charging at my kneeling body, claws tearing through the soil and rock underfoot, it gave hateful roar at me.

Once it got within 5 meters of me, I finished channeling the force through my body unleashed the built up energy in all directions around me.

Shattering the stones I was standing on, a force wave of high destiny makes it way across the ground destroying everything in its path. The nydak that was charging towards me got clattered head on why the wave, breaking the bones in the front half of its body and tossing it across the terrain.

"What the fuck"

Looking at the destruction caused by the force push/repulse, whatever the fuck its called 'cause I'm not sure what it was. Apart from being the coolest thing I've ever done.

No wonder people fall to the dark side, I've spent way more time trying to use the light side and had basically no progress. However with the dark side all I had to do was flip out a bit and boom you can throw nydaks around for days.

Happily jaunting over to the broken spear, I take what's left of the top half and move over to the dying animal.

"Die you big bastard" giving it a few stabs to help it along its way.

Cutting off a few parts of it's body to bring back for food, even brought the head too, feels like I deserve a damn trophy for surviving that shit.

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And that's how the skull became my personal therapist, to keep me sane while I'm doing insane stuff day in, day out. Usually whenever I'm not meditating in the cave I'll just shoot the breeze with him, talking about my day and that.

While I was cooking a meal, giving the skull a ted talk on how bland the shite tastes. I hear a huge explosion coming from a few miles ahead, "should probably check that out but the food's nearly ready" looking towards nydak cranium "What do you think mate, should a go".

Silence ensues.

"Aye mate great idea" I smiled while ripping a leg off the cooked meat, grabbing the spear and heading towards the explosion.