Here's the second in my series of neglected and abused alien races from Marvel's Star Wars series. Here is race so silly that even I would hesitate to include them in my campaign. But what the hey, rabbits are people too.

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(Um, hello.)

"Holy Hutch! Solo was right, I can hear your voice in my head but not in my ears! It's not often that happens! Telepathic bunnies! Who'd've thunk it?"

(Pardon, sir, but I am most certainly not a bunny. I am Plif, spokesmind for the Hoojibs.)

"Nicetameetcha, sport. I'm Jaxxon, lepus carnivorous, meanest son of a bun ever to ply the spaceways."

(The pleasure is mine. Welcome to my homeworld of Arbra.)

"Nice little planet you've got here. These mile high trees are pretty darn impressive."

(Try looking at them from my perspective.)

"Har! Har! That's hard to imagine all right!"

(What brings you to Arbra?)

"Me and my pal, Amaiza are smugglers. We dropped off some medical supplies here at the Rebel base and are enjoying a bit of shore leave. In fact, the ship is recharging off some crystals in a cave somewhere."

(Ah, yes, the crystals. Within the cavern where our Hoojib den is, there is a massive (even for you) crystal formation which draws geothermal energy from the planet's core and converts the energy into electricity and harmless lightning. It is a place of great beauty. It makes me hungry just thinking about it.)

"Hungry?"

(Of course. Rather than metabolize energy from food, we Hoojibs are able to absorb it directly. By simply gnawing on the crystals, we are able to consume all the nourishment we need. In fact there is such an abundance of energy that we have invited your Rebel friends to construct a base nearby and share the power.)

"That was mighty friendly of you."

(Thank you. I must confess I'm also quite sympathetic to their cause. This Empire they're fighting sounds quite unpleasant.)

"Plif, you don't know the half of it! Say, if you don't mind me askin', what's that tendril thing growin' out of your head?"

(Captain Solo calls it an alfalfa.)

"Har! What's it do?"

(I do not know. One of the Rebels' scientists has speculated that it helps us direct our telepathic communication. Who am I to argue? It is what it is. I've had the hardest time understanding why you aliens must understand and explain away everything you encounter. We Hoojibs have no science or technology, yet you creatures seem to think that intelligence requires technology. It would seem to me that the opposite case is the more accurate.)

"Well, speakin' only for myself, I've always wondered what was out there in the galaxy. You know, adventure, excitement, all that stuff. I wanna see and do all I can before it's my time to push off."

(Perhaps there is merit in what you say. Commander Skywalker has invited me to accompany him on his journeys, and I do hope to join him.)