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Seven

Kellan remembered a story Elliot had told about a big and tall ugly orange monster and two humans surrounding a man the original storyteller called The Emperor 2.0. Elliot said the man who'd 'really experienced' this was called Rhett Manilla. His father. Elliott's father. The father of a youngling, shooting a Jedi. Elliot hadn't known this was a true story. He described the gun as specifically made to kill Oke'dalmi, large and scary. He'd said Oke'dalmi skin was like diamonds, hard as one. Could only by hurt by weapons made with bits of decayed skin from Oke'dalmi previously passed. Oke'dalmi were a little-missed endangered species, as their skin made lovely jewelry, totally badass weapons, and their blood used as a toothpaste when mixed with human blood, glue, and remnants of when Banthas made sick. Kellan gulped. He couldn't tell Karieth. Right?

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