OOC:
Dang, are they actually S3? I thought S3 was like, house-sized megabeasts. I'll put the Destiny in to make the attempt, though.
As the speeder edged in closer to the lead bantha, he turned around on the seat. One leg propped up on the back of the bike, as it slowed, just slightly. A hand reached out, and he felt the physical distance between them decrease. Felt the
spiritual distance between them decrease.
The Bantha was a bundle of... itself. Muscle, sinew, even its rudimentary mind and personality, it was all a whorl in the force. A ripple in the fabric of the universe. Thought made manifest. And like a thought, it could be changed. Its place in the universe was as ephemeral as its thoughts.
At least in theory...
Three exoskeletal claws splayed, held steady even as the speeder bounced, and he reached across the gap with the force.
Anyone sensitive to it often described synesthesia. Most humans claimed to
hear it, a dull roar, like a roaring vein heard through clenched jaw and plugged ears. He
felt it, as if the air had grown thick around him, a whorl of dense wind directed by thought, and
saw, visible in his peripheral vision as a faint heat mirage.
And with his will he tried to
turn the beast, away into the rocks, away from the town and its inhabitants, to where its anger and frustration could be spent, and the knots of its primitive emotions could untangle themselves harmlessly...