Star Wars_ The Approaching Storm - Alan Dean Foster [66]
No four-legged lookouts were visible now, peering watchfully out of red, slitted eyes at the surrounding prairie. Having long since detected the oncoming kyren, they and their brethren had moved deep into the earth, down to multiple burrows safe from the onrushing swarm.
Luminara had to work hard to slow her speeding suubatar so that it wouldn’t race past the aggregation of pillars. Shouting to make himself heard, Kyakhta indicated that they had to split up into groups of two, since even the largest of the columns could effectively shelter no more than that.
Obi-Wan didn’t like the idea, but they had no choice, and no time for debate. True, they could have stayed together, clinging to one another for support and reassurance, but that would have meant tethering their mounts separately, with no riders to control them. They hurriedly dismounted.
“If one suubatar panics,” Bulgan explained, putting his mouth close to Luminara’s ear in order to make himself heard, “the rest may stampede with it. That’s the way it is with all herd animals on the prairies. They rely on each other’s reactions for protection from danger. If you are potential prey, it’s better to bolt than to stand around assessing the situation for yourself.” He clung tightly to the reins of his own steed. “If we don’t stay with our mounts, we might well lose them.” He nodded in Obi-Wan’s direction. “I know you have the means for contacting Cuipernam and calling for rescue, but not even an armored landspeeder could force its way through a kyren flock. This is our only chance.”
She indicated understanding. “I doubt we have time to call for help, anyway. Very well, Bulgan. We’ll split up.”
They discussed the situation quickly, with no wasted words. Much as Luminara wanted to stay with Barriss, and Obi-Wan with Anakin, it made more sense to pair each of the Padawans with one of the more experienced guides. The two Masters would take their own animals down behind the largest of the artificial pillars. Though the distance between columns was small, the sense of parting was disproportionately great.
As soon as she and Obi-Wan succeeded in persuading their animals to lie down behind the brown column, they took shelter themselves, huddling close together in the middle of the triangular pillar. The suubatars’ reins had been wrapped around the stony column itself and secured in the manner hurriedly demonstrated by Kyakhta. When all was in readiness, she found that she had to smile. Her companion couldn’t help but notice.
“I see that you’ve found a source of humor in our present situation. If it isn’t private, I could use a touch of amusement myself.”
Barely able to make herself understood above the deafening massed screeching that was now nearly on top of them, she nodded forward. “Years of difficult study spent mastering innumerable skills, more years of crisscrossing the galaxy in the service of the Republic, the accolades of peers, and here I am: relying on a rock for protection while staring at the oversized backsides of a pair of alien steeds.”
Gazing himself at the pair of outsized behinds as he pressed himself back against the shielding stone, Obi-Wan soon found himself, despite their desperate situation, smiling uncontrollably.
The sky was now as dark as during a cloudy sunset. Something made a faint smacking sound behind the two huddled Jedi. It was followed by another, and then more, in rapid succession. Then the swarm began to pass by overhead, and the smacking noises became a steady dull battering and splatting against the other side of the pillar. Luminara found herself giving thanks to tiny burrowing creatures she had never seen. It was their regurgitative engineering that was providing protection for the travelers, and keeping them alive.
But for how long? The sound of airborne kyren slamming into the pillar rose in volume until the conglomeration of stone