“Shit – rookie, we’re in his soup!”
Said rookie didn’t even have a chance to splutter out a response, as above – framed by the walls of the bowl – the godlike figure of Mando casually grabbed hold of an old metal spoon, wordlessly plunging it into the bowl. A rapid centrifugal force slammed into both tinies, sending them spinning out of control. It was an utterly nauseating experience as LS-946 hit a large obstacle – a clump of shredded cabbage, he quickly realized – and clung on for dear life. A desperate look upwards revealed a truly terrifying sight.
That concealed, emotionless helmet staring away from them as it handled a giant spoon – idly stirring his soup exactly to the Mandalorian’s liking.
Hugging tight to his cabbage, the rookie shook in the hot liquid as he spotted his companion, splayed over a cube of some kind of meat in the distance. Though the veteran wasn’t as lucky as his companion – a direct hit from the spinning spoon knocked him right back down into the broth. For a horrible moment, the older scout didn’t resurface, and through his dizzy, uncoordinated mind LS-946 prepared to dive into the warm depths of the giant’s soup for him. Thankfully, within the few seconds before he could do just that, LS-322 returned, this time holding for dear life onto something that must have once been part of a bay leaf.
A giddy laugh echoed in his mind as the young trooper looked around and briefly recognized the ingredients from a soup he had been practicing back at their once-standing base, mercilessly destroyed by the very man now looking to eat them in said soup. A big wave of soupy broth interrupted his introspection however, as the rookie spluttered and buried his face into the edible raft.
The Mandalorian, ever-ignorant of the significance of his actions, let go of his spoon, allowing it to fall deeper into the bowl with a resonant *CLINK*. He shifted in his seat, turning to face the wall and gingerly reached towards his helmet, gently lifting it up a little to reveal nothing but his mouth.
The pair inside the bowl would have moments to react as, with a twist of his wrist, the giant dipped his spoon into the broth, scooping up the meat cube LS-322 had just been holding onto and bringing it towards his gaping mouth. The two tinies would watch it disappear inside with bated breath, seeing the stranger’s jaws working behind sealed lips.
“Shit, shit, shit!” LS-946 panicked as the older scout pulled himself fully onto the leaf.
“Rookie, I hate to rush you, but if you’ve got any ideas, it’s now or never!”
“Shab! Shit! fuck!” The younger scout scrambled, his head darting around in distress as he remembered his fascination with shrinking movies, remembering the many scenes of characters in a situation exactly like this. “The edges!” He exclaimed, pushing himself away from the cabbage and quickly rushing closer to the circular wall of the bowl with fast, confident strokes. “He’ll probably scoop from the center!”
‘Probably’ didn’t sound particularly reassuring to LS-322, but he didn’t have any better ideas. Without hesitation he pushed himself off the leaf and moved to follow the younger scout only for the spoon to come crashing down once more. It slammed through the water surface, sending a strong wave rushing in every direction only for the broth to promptly move back, filling the newly-formed void.
A small portion of the bowl was rapidly drained into the waiting spoon, covering the exposed metal with what seemed like tons upon tons of fluid and vegetables. The rookie would hear one desperate shout as the form of his companion simply disappeared beneath the mass veggies and leaves.
“322!!!” The rookie exclaimed, watching in absolute horror as the spoon lifted up, carrying LS-322 towards the waiting mouth of the Mandalorian. Tears welled up in his eyes as he scrambled for something, anything he could do only to realize he was powerless to stop this. He wailed in pure anguish as the giant up above slowly, almost lazily chewed the unfortunate trooper up along with his meal. “Shit… SHIT!!!” A small, angry fist slammed through the water as LS-946 realized he was on his own now. This entire time his partner had kept him sane – hopeful even – what was he going to do now?
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I realize I barely post anything anymore, but I don't really have not to put it up for May the 4th.
A wonderful little piece by StoneRabbit jointly commissioned by myself and my good friend Nesciens featuring a scene from a story we wrote a while back: > Baneful Broth <
Said rookie didn’t even have a chance to splutter out a response, as above – framed by the walls of the bowl – the godlike figure of Mando casually grabbed hold of an old metal spoon, wordlessly plunging it into the bowl. A rapid centrifugal force slammed into both tinies, sending them spinning out of control. It was an utterly nauseating experience as LS-946 hit a large obstacle – a clump of shredded cabbage, he quickly realized – and clung on for dear life. A desperate look upwards revealed a truly terrifying sight.
That concealed, emotionless helmet staring away from them as it handled a giant spoon – idly stirring his soup exactly to the Mandalorian’s liking.
Hugging tight to his cabbage, the rookie shook in the hot liquid as he spotted his companion, splayed over a cube of some kind of meat in the distance. Though the veteran wasn’t as lucky as his companion – a direct hit from the spinning spoon knocked him right back down into the broth. For a horrible moment, the older scout didn’t resurface, and through his dizzy, uncoordinated mind LS-946 prepared to dive into the warm depths of the giant’s soup for him. Thankfully, within the few seconds before he could do just that, LS-322 returned, this time holding for dear life onto something that must have once been part of a bay leaf.
A giddy laugh echoed in his mind as the young trooper looked around and briefly recognized the ingredients from a soup he had been practicing back at their once-standing base, mercilessly destroyed by the very man now looking to eat them in said soup. A big wave of soupy broth interrupted his introspection however, as the rookie spluttered and buried his face into the edible raft.
The Mandalorian, ever-ignorant of the significance of his actions, let go of his spoon, allowing it to fall deeper into the bowl with a resonant *CLINK*. He shifted in his seat, turning to face the wall and gingerly reached towards his helmet, gently lifting it up a little to reveal nothing but his mouth.
The pair inside the bowl would have moments to react as, with a twist of his wrist, the giant dipped his spoon into the broth, scooping up the meat cube LS-322 had just been holding onto and bringing it towards his gaping mouth. The two tinies would watch it disappear inside with bated breath, seeing the stranger’s jaws working behind sealed lips.
“Shit, shit, shit!” LS-946 panicked as the older scout pulled himself fully onto the leaf.
“Rookie, I hate to rush you, but if you’ve got any ideas, it’s now or never!”
“Shab! Shit! fuck!” The younger scout scrambled, his head darting around in distress as he remembered his fascination with shrinking movies, remembering the many scenes of characters in a situation exactly like this. “The edges!” He exclaimed, pushing himself away from the cabbage and quickly rushing closer to the circular wall of the bowl with fast, confident strokes. “He’ll probably scoop from the center!”
‘Probably’ didn’t sound particularly reassuring to LS-322, but he didn’t have any better ideas. Without hesitation he pushed himself off the leaf and moved to follow the younger scout only for the spoon to come crashing down once more. It slammed through the water surface, sending a strong wave rushing in every direction only for the broth to promptly move back, filling the newly-formed void.
A small portion of the bowl was rapidly drained into the waiting spoon, covering the exposed metal with what seemed like tons upon tons of fluid and vegetables. The rookie would hear one desperate shout as the form of his companion simply disappeared beneath the mass veggies and leaves.
“322!!!” The rookie exclaimed, watching in absolute horror as the spoon lifted up, carrying LS-322 towards the waiting mouth of the Mandalorian. Tears welled up in his eyes as he scrambled for something, anything he could do only to realize he was powerless to stop this. He wailed in pure anguish as the giant up above slowly, almost lazily chewed the unfortunate trooper up along with his meal. “Shit… SHIT!!!” A small, angry fist slammed through the water as LS-946 realized he was on his own now. This entire time his partner had kept him sane – hopeful even – what was he going to do now?
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I realize I barely post anything anymore, but I don't really have not to put it up for May the 4th.
A wonderful little piece by StoneRabbit jointly commissioned by myself and my good friend Nesciens featuring a scene from a story we wrote a while back: > Baneful Broth <
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Human
Gender Male
Size 967 x 1200px
Are you going to write anymore Star Wars fics featuring the Clone Troopers or Mando himself?
There was actually one thing that was sort of in the works for a while now. Can't really afford to work on it too much at the moment though, but there are plans, yes.
Ooh, something in the works for a while now eh? Who in it?
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