Star Wars: Jent in Jeopardy

It was Jent's plan all along; when he suggested for them to split, to attract the attention of the hell's spawn that snapped at their heels. He was old and had lost enough in this life: His partner, his child, countless friends, and even most of his own flesh. He would not lose that foolish disciple of his!

Stiffly, the black and red demon's head turned, it's bloodshot gaze fixed vehemently on it's lost-limb. A tense moment passed, with all parties standing still; fear chaining the two Junkers in place as they awaited the monster's reaction.

"Scum! Scum! Lost, again, again... lost... No! No, Nooo! Revenge! I must have it, I must have..." The creature clawed at its skull, shrieking, murmuring and raving until it let out a final almighty roar, "Revenge!"

The scream came from somewhere deep... somewhere dark. A tortured soul, unleashing all its anguish into one horrific expression of it's suffering; Its rage. The world seemed to respond to its agitated state; its frustrations, anger, and grief crystallizing into the form of a shockwave, knocking the two Junkers back.

Jent and Werrin were flung far, flying back over thirty paces from the origin of the shockwave; the force wielding monstrosity. Unintentionally, the creature had fulfilled Jent's wish, splitting the two so as that it could only go for one of them; him.

Miraculously, Jent stayed on his feet, a testament to both his skills as a prosthesis mechanic and the deftness of his bodily control. The second his mechanical legs touched the ground, he leaned into his momentum, sliding upon the ash; twisting into a spin, before running away.

Seeing the creature's reaction, Jent had no doubt it would chase him, and given how far he had been thrown, he had a real chance of escape it too. Sure enough, it soon started running after him, and with the instinct for self-preservation driving him, Jent focused, entering a trance-like state of slow-motion lucidity.

There was no way he could outrun it and he almost certainly wouldn't make it back to the village in time to seek reinforcements, not that Jent would bring something a heinous as this creature back to his village. No, the only option left, at least as far as Jent could see, was to lose it in the heaps; using the planet's labyrinth of trash to conceal his movements. If couldn't run he would just have to hide.

Jent headed towards the nearest clustered chunk of aggregated junk, hoping that, combined with the ash storm, he could use it to hide from his demonic pursuant.

After scurrying through the heaps for a while, he found a good spot...

Formed between two inclined slopes there was a faux valley; constructed entirely from debris, in there, Jent found a cavity in the valley wall; forming a sort of cubbyhole that Jent could just about fit through. And although it was tight and quite shallow, it made for a perfect hiding spot.

Jent waited. Still. Silent. Listening.

For a good while, all Jent could hear was the sound of his own pounding heart; fear and adrenaline constraining it, compelling it to beat out an unnatural palpitating throb. There was a rustling, faint, then a familiar chitter, growing louder by the second, and then nothing, silence, until...

"Did you think you could hide?" Deep and heavy, the demon's voice rang out. Solemn and sounding almost sain for a moment before being infected by a bout of crazed laughter. "Hide from a Sith. Never!"

Jents heart practically jumped out of his chest.

The demon spoke to him directly, his words bypassing language, imprinting their terror and meaning directly into Jent's psyche, taunting him, tormenting him.

Jent was trapped, his hideaway; his refuge, would doubtlessly now become his tomb. He would be just another Junker who died out in the heaps. Meaningless... It was all so... Meaningless...

The demon's aura was influencing Jent, sapping at his will... That was until Werrin's ugly mug popped up in Jent's mind, snapping him out of his depressive stupor.

"I ain't dying till I've spanked that little bastard!" He yelled.

The demon's spidery mechanical pincers clawed at the inside of the tunnel, barely out of reach, and Jent pushed himself back, as deep as he could, jamming jagged debris into his back.

Unable to reach, the pincers began to scrape at the edges of the crevasse, enlarging the hole; allowing for further reach.

The pincers retracted temporarily. "Shit! looks like this is really the end!" Jent screamed as a single pincer stretched out, reaching deep into the crevasse. Closer and closer it got, slowly extending, until it filled the entirety of Jent's sight, the tip of its mantis-like blade reflected perfectly parallel, as it scraped at the glass of Jent's masked right eye.