For a lack of Crunchables

[Molly Black]

Well that was that, she thought. Done in by a belch from an alien half way across the place. An ignoble end for a waitress with her prospects. And here, she'd thought she was going places!

Molly closed her eyes ready to receive the blast of gastric juice headed straight for her but was suddenly saved by.. an avenging angel? Someone straight off a holovid, a rescuer of damsels in distress, tucking her safe into his arms and even took the impact of the floor.. When the room stopped spinning and her knight errant came into focus. Molly couldn't have been more dazed if he'd actually been wearing a rusted antique suit of armor..

"Why hello again."

"Smitty!?"

She couldn't quite hide the question in her voice. She hadn't thought he had it in him, to be the chivalrous type. She'd always pegged him for the selfish sort. Molly was stunned quite speechless for a moment. Trying to decide if really was Smitty holding her amid the chaos of droids and peptic sludge.. How romantic..

Her eyes drifted dreamy from his face to his shoulder in horror.. "Smitty! You're smoking!"

[Smitty]

"Nice of you to notice," he smiled <i>I am hot, aren't I.</i> The smile dropped as he became aware of a burning sensation eating its way into his shoulder and back side.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Smitty started rolling around on the floor ripping off his clothes.

[Molly Black]

Molly squealed and got out of the way. Smitty was tearing off his clothes faster than some of the twi'lek dancing girls she'd seen come through here and that was saying something.. Desperate to save her rescuer, Molly grabbed the first thing that came into her line of sight, a full-to-the-brim pitcher of ice water, which she upended upon a writhing Smitty..

"Smitty...? You ok..?" She crashed down beside him and tugged him upright.

"Say something..!"

[Smitty]

The ice water washed away the acids from his skin. He jumped up shook his body like a dog. Carefully moving away from his clothes that were quickly turning into a steaming pile of goo.

Wet, cold and standing in just his shoes, black socks and tidy whiteys, several patrons around the commotion applauded, cat called and whistled at Smitty's impromptu strip tease.

"Thank you, thank you!" Smitty half smiled at the crowd. Turning towards Molly, "Ah... gotta run!" With that he shot towards the back hallway grabbing Mu by the arm and dragging her with him as he passed the bar. <i>She's got to have something I can wear to get out of here.</i>

[Molly Black]

"Oh my..." Molly wasn't sure what to do so she pulled a towel out from the tied ribbon of her apron and absently started blotting the floor.

What had she been doing anyways...? It was no good, she couldn't think. She started to get up when she recalled exactly who had spewed the acidic flesh eating venom across the room.

Mr. Crunchy.

Ok, no more Miss Nice Molly.

She stalked right up to his table and glared daggers at the putrid alien. She'd never thrown anyone out of the Cloud 9 yet, but there was a first time for everything, especially when Smitty had nearly gotten eaten alive for his heroics..

"You! First you harrass a regular!" She jabbed the alien in the shoulder.

"Then you start howling and gushing up weirdo alien regurge everywhere? Oh, you are outa here mister.. We don't tolerate that sort of thing in the Cloud 9.."

[Wampo Groba]

Wampo eyes the confusion with much interest. He thought it was rather funny to watch all these humans and aliens rush around, nevermind the odd snouty thing that was still sitting there retching after having spurted all that nasty goo. He'd not known that some aliens intestinal fluids could set things on fire or burn away things!

Seemed like his opportunity had come - he was going to go and offer his help to the odd alien - when the waitress decided to take matters into her own hands. Wampo sidled up to her just in time to overhear her saying that the alien was being thrown out.

Which wasn't quite what Wampo needed. He gave the girl an appreciative pat on her behind, and grunted into her ear: "Now com' on Morllrrry, give da poorrr ting a chance, ahm surrr 'ee didn'ta mean ta do tat. rLrrook at 'eem, 'ee rlrrooks wrrrechet!"

[Ndinn 'Flysucker']

The poor Kubaz was still too preoccupied with getting the nasty taste out of his mouth, and he was also starting to feel severely short of breath.

All he could do was stand there, hold his chest, clear his throat, and try to breathe. Whatever was happening around him didn't matter just then.


"WHHHHHHHHHRCH! Hrrrrrrrnch! Hrrrrmch! WrrrrrrrrckrchhhhrrrukNGG!"

His breathing was now getting more ragged by the second, and his skin turned an odd shade of dark-green.

"WHHHHHHHHHHHHRNGGnnnnnnnnnnnnng! Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........"

He gulped for air but it wasn't coming, it was like something was sitting on top of his chest making it impossible for his lungs to breathe in. With one last loud noise --

"Hrchhhh!"

-- he fell over.

[Varla]

"Oh my god!!!"

:: Varla's eyes got large, looking at the twitching Kubaz ::

"I think he's dying!!!"

[Molly Black]

Molly looked like a woman with no mercy for a long moment then sighed and turned on a heel.. "Ok..ok I'll go find a paramedic, sheesh.."

Like it was an effort to save the nasty little bugger, Molly huffed over to the counter and secured the emergency reponses for their level. She didn't know what he was, or what was wrong with him but 'There was an alien of unknown origins suffocating on the floor of the Cloud 9 and it was bad for business!'

"Always on my shift, never fails....", she muttered walking away..

[Wampo Groba]

With much consternation Wampo watched the alien's fall. To his own shame he hadn't been able to read the tell-tale signs of someone about to die of anaphylactic shock until that last wheeze, but now he felt like something rare was slipping through his fingers. He was too intrigued by the odd alien than to allow it to just die right there at his feet.

At least the serving girl had the sense to go call for a medic but Wampo knew it would probably be too late. He looked around and called out:

"An'one gottan inshecturrr pen? Yadda know, da stuff farrr arllrrrerrrgies?"

[Varla]

:: All Varla could do was stand and watch awkwardly as the poor Kubaz continued to twitch and froth ::

[Sal'i R'shnor]

Sal sitting not far from the commotion, looked down at his tool belt and began methodically searching through it's multiple compartments. He knew he had packed an auto-injector for just an occasion. Not that he'd found anything he was allergic to, but it was always best to be prepared.

He slid along the floor as he searched the belts pockets, "No, no, no..." he calmly continued looking. "I know there's one here somewhere."

He finished looking in the last compartment. "Now that'ss odd." He peered down at the alien. "Oh my... I think," his tail started to shake as he began to search again, "I put the medical bits between," he slid the tool belt around "the 15th and 18th compartmentss.... AH HA!"

Sal brandished the injector pen with flourish. "Does anyone know the proper procedure for administering the shot?"

[Wampo Groba]

Wampo didn't give it much of a thought. Briefly noticing Sal'i's oddly twitching tail, he stepped up to him.

"Gimme tat!" he gurgled, and snatched the pen out of the other's hand, then ran off and kneeled down next to the strange alien which was by now wildly flailing his limbs on the floor.

Usually such injections were given straight into the heart. Unfortunately there was no way of telling where the creature's heart was - indeed, if he possessed such a thing. But there was no time to stop and figure it out - he took the pen, unscrewed its tip and rammed it with full force into the creature's midriff.

The creature immediately froze. Bewildered, Wampo withdrew the pen and looked for some other signs, but none came. He scratched his head.

"Uhhhhh.... tat nodda good."

[Varla]

:: Varla grimaced ::

"Oh my god ... somebody get a medic over here!!!"

[Fiana 'Toolbox' Norith]

With some exasperation, Fiana stared down at her ship's navigator. Looked like he'd caused quite a ruckus, and pulled everyone's attention. Now that's just so drokkin' typical!

She'd come looking for him because the shuttle they'd come on was supposed to be leaving again soon and he hadn't said if he was going to stay or not, so... it'd been up to her to make certain they wouldn't lose the odd creature. Looking for him hadn't been hard - they all knew what Ndinn's most cherished interest was.

That she'd found him lying on the floor with some fluffy white substance on his snout was also not much of a surprise. Wouldn't be the first time the Kubaz got himself into this sort of trouble.

Fiana pulled out her comlink and activated it. "Oy! He's down again! Send the droid over!"

Then she shouldered past two bystanders and pushed the Aqualish out of the way. "Give over," she growled, at the same time rooting through her shoulderbag for her toolkit. She'd seen the droid do this before, so she figured it couldn't hurt to get started even if she didn't possess all the things it would need. Her nimble fingers finally having found what they were searching for, she pulled out a miniature flashlight, activated it, and used her other hand to pry away the goggles and then pull up the Kubaz' eyelids and shine her light right into the creature's pupils. And immediately snatched her fingers away as the eyelids came battering down again, shutting tight against the light

"Well, he's not dead, that much's certain," she muttered, and put the torchlight back into her bag.

The Aqualish next to her was grumbling something.

"What'd he have to eat?" she asked, looking for some answers.

[Wampo Groba]

Wampo rudely found himself shoved aside by a female Zabrak in a grubby mechanic's suit that had lubricant stains all over it. He was about to complain when he realised that this was probably someone who could help. She seemed to know the odd creature - and know what she was doing.

He watched her shine a light into the alien's eyes and then felt some astonishment at the fact that the alien's eyelids almost took her fingers off. The little creature's skin must be made of some odd tough stuff.

Wampo felt relief wash over him at the fact that the creature was alive - how would he have know?- and muttered to himself, "Thanka ta stars farrr tat!"

He would have liked to help her with the question about the creature's lunch choices but he hadn't paid attention. Raising his head, then finally raising himself up he tried to see if he could make out Molly somewhere in the vicinity. When he didn't see her, however, he simply bellowed for her.

"MOOOORLLRRRRRY!"

[Molly Black]

"MOOOORLLRRRRRY!"

"Whaaaaaat..?" Molly stepped around the growing crowd with the skill of a circus contortionist, bending and slinking by until she was once more back on scene.

"I don't know about his food allergies! He had the Corellian spicy-fried potato crisps with...", Molly lifted up on tiptoe, cautiously inspecting (from afar) the remains of some ground vegtables clinging to the creeps shirt.

"Looks like salsa...", she announced with a queasy look.

[Fiana 'Toolbox' Norith]

Fiana stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. It had been squeezed a bit by the force of that eyelid clamping shut. Wasn't hurting really, just a dull throbbing - next time she'd leave that sort of check-up to the droid again.

She wasn't altogether too comfortable being surrounded by so many people, so she twitched in surprise when the Aqualish next to her bellowed loudly over the heads of everybody. The question of what or who he was shouting for was solved in moments, though, because a waitress appeared soon after.

The choice of foodstuffs Flysucker had tried made her sigh. Still with her finger in one corner of her mouth, she mumbled at the waitress:

"'s not an allergy really. Just his metabolism doesn't accept some stuff. Might've been the salsa. He give you any troub----"

Her question was cut short by the arrival of the gang's medic, an MD-5 droid commonly known as 3z-HXe - or simply Hexer - who rudely cut a swath through the crowd by pushing them out of the way with his pincer arms and likewise pushed the unsuspecting waitress on top of the Aqualish.

[3z-HXe]

"Make room, you stinking lot of cantina rats!"

Swinging his medpack like a weapon, he felled those pesky curious customers of the cantina until he had finally reached the target. Shoving a human female out of his way to get access to the Kubaz' feet, he turned his head around at the other gang member.

"It is beyond reasonable thinking why he insists on doing this again, and again. Watch now, and learn, for I am growing bored with having to rescue this idiot."

And reaching down, he grabbed the Kubaz' feet and pulled his boots off, then used one of his appendages to scratch the soles of Ndinn's feet.

The Kubaz' chest suddenly expanded and the sound of air being sucked in came from his snout, then Ndinn started to giggle furiously. His eyes stayed closed, however.

3z-HXe - or Hexer, for short - grabbed his medpack, thrust a small bag at Fiana and turned to leave. He was thoroughly annoyed to have been called away from his other duties for this one.

"Pry his mouth open and stick this into it. It will revive him enough to get him back to the ship. Do not let him eat anything else."

Bristling with indignation - or at least effecting a mood closely enough to it - the droid stalked off, throwing curses at the various creatures that gave way before him.

[Wampo Groba]

Wampo didn't relish being pushed around - he was about to move out of the way when the droid's rude entrance resulted in Molly falling right on top of him.

The two of them went down and landed with a heavy whoofing noise on the ground. His body cushioned her fall but his back didn't feel too happy about it. This however, didn't matter all that much right then. Molly was an extremely attractive female, even if her curly hair was currently snagged on his tusks and she faintly smelled of stale ale, and her body heat was causing his reproductive organs to stir appreciatively.

Deciding to milk this opportunity for what it was worth, he clamped both arms around her, effectively pinning her down, and started wiggling his loins against her, which turned his growl into a lusty mating groan.

"Hnnnnnrnrnrnrnrnrrrrrrnnnnngggrr!"