Fearsome is the beast.
A long time ago, well before I retired from the gaming world, I used to play a fierce little MMO called Star Wars: Galaxies. From time to time, I found myself on the brilliantly arid and desolate planet of Tatooine. I don’t know how people could stand that backwater bucket. The only redeeming things about the place were the traveling Narlagon minstrels and the lucrative resource spawns. The food was always crap and the brothels had no selection. But I digress.
My profession was that of the crafter, meaning I made awesome things for totally worthless virtual money. I couldn’t make awesome things out of thin air and awesome things require equally awesome ingredients. One particular item called for the shiny tooth of a Krayt Dragon. Now, for reference – a crafter isn’t a warrior or combat class in any way, shape, or form. There are exceptions, or course. I met some pretty frightful chefs who could’ve diced up (or julienned) a few dozen Jedi. But as the general rule, crafters are a bunch of pansy materialists who couldn’t last three seconds in a fight.
Krayt Dragons have “an average length of 45 meters and weight of 2,000 kilograms” (and no, I’m not converting that to Imperial measurement for you). That’s alot of meat for one warrior to handle. Suffice to say, I had to hire a band of mercenaries to do my bidding. I first posted the job offer with a local Corellian guild. Much to my dismay, they returned with four less party members, a sob story, and nil the tooth. And I rinsed and repeated the process for a few more days.
Finally, at the behest of my more bold chefling associates, I threw the towel in and just decided to try it myself. I persuaded five chefs, three weaponsmiths, and two bards to join the caravan. We made our way to that sandy speck in the sky, drove our speeders to Krayt graveyard, and waited. And then waited some more. For being such massive beasts, Krayt Dragons are particularly good at going unseen.
At long last, in the late hours of the Tatooine night, we came upon our prey. And we were lucky beyond all doubt. The Krayt was already weak and on the edge of death. And so with our explosives and blaster fire, we lit up the darkness and deafened the silence. That tooth was undeniably ours.
And then something happened. The ground shook with thunderous might and then quite suddenly stopped. We halted our volley and took a few moments, adjusting to the dim light provided by an imminent dawn. And then we saw sharp horns, and scaley hides, and then piercing teeth. We were surrounded by a pack of Krayt Dragons.