Edric Corrlon’s final thought as he spotted the vast, wrinkled field in his windscreen approaching closer and closer was ‘At least he’ll notice me’.

A cold comfort, given his likely death but… in his mind it beat being unwittingly stamped out of existence under a godly Mandalorian boot and later mistaken for errant bits of scrap junk to be picked out from a boot sole with some knife a few weeks later. Maybe Paz would wake up with a startle, pick out Edric’s charred corpse from one of the many foot wrinkles and try to give him some sort of decent private funeral.

He was instead FLUNG forward as his ship crashed into one of many fleshy ravines and skidded across the ground with a rather worrying sound. The dazed micro man came to with a soft gasp, hands already reflexively fumbling with a button on the side of his chair, pressing down and—

THWUMP!

The very next moment, Edric screamed as found himself soaring through the air without the protection of a windshield or inertial dampeners – gusts of displaced air whipping across his face. A far cry from the sterile environment aboard his ship, the air was rich with a potent smell of musk as well as a vague hint of something like glue. His hands gripped desperately to the sides of his seat as he reached the apex of his arc and – for one strangely beautiful moment gazed across the flesh-colored landscape of hills and valleys.

His mind had almost begun processing this alien world for what it truly was, but then came the sickening plunge. Edric squeezed his eyes shut as he once again braced himself for impact, forced yet again to wonder if this was truly where he’d die but…

A short screaming fit later Edric touched down, gasping as he loosened his harness, stumbling out and immediately faceplanting into the soft ground. He felt it move, sinking ever so slightly with his weight. This was no quirk of a strange alien planet though – his world right now?

Paz Vizsla’s bare sole.

After his sudden shrinking at the hands of Aibian pirates of all things, Edric hadn’t even hesitated to activate his emergency distress signal… and of course, given Mr. Vizsla already served as his de-facto bodyguard, it only made sense that he would be on the scene… except Edric hadn’t considered that the only signal his ship had actually sent out was said emergency signal – the rest of his panicked ramblings follow only after his ship had been reduced. Which was all well and good until a ship the size of a planet was landing and out came the towering man-in-blue-beskar himself wandering around without a clue of what actually happened to Edric.

So, while Paz spent about twenty minutes lumbering back and forth, unknowingly trampling his assailants, Edric had made the smart decision to fly his ship inside Vizsla’s own. First order of business was getting himself close to his saviour. When Mr. Vizsla had finally trudged back onto his ship having given up the search, Edric counted that as complete. Then came… contacting Vizsla.

That, as it turned out, proved rather more difficult.

After avoiding a deadly attack in the form of his hired Mandalorian almost swatting him out of existence, the tiny merchant had decided a sleeping Paz might be more predictable and… safe. The plan then had been simple – make a careful landing on the slumbering titan and sync up their comms – while tiny and pathetic, if his ship’s transmitter were in close enough proximity, the signal would, theoretically, still be strong enough to connect up with Mr. Vizsla’s comms, assuming it had time to broadcast.

Except Edric had failed to consider just how different physics were at such a reduced size. His attempted landing on the stationary, cushioned rear of the upturned Mandalorian was thwarted by the slow breeze of filtered air courtesy of a nearby vent – instead sending him plummeting down on… here.

The shrunken man gave a wince as he turned over to see his smoking vessel. Millions of credits – a ship he had half-put together himself with all the modules and upgrades… maybe if he moved quick, he could contact Paz before the snoring god did any further damage.

At the very least, the bizarre physics that led him to crashing down here had also ‘spared’ him. What might normally be a deadly, explosive landing had instead left his ship relatively intact – if with a few missing pieces. That was the thought Edric comforted himself with as he trudged along by foot – with his ship out of commission he’d need to… walk.

Truth be told, his odds were looking grim – in lieu of the ship’s radio signal, he’d have to resort to more… primitive means. Namely the emergency flare he had pocketed from the ejection seat.

The journey across miles of Vizsla sole proved gruelling. It was eerily similar to navigating a series of canyons, except one wrong step and you could wind up tumbling into rivers of sticky sweat. And the sheer knowledge that all the long, winding walls he navigated were very much alive – that Paz could grumble and turn over at any second and seal Edric’s fate in the process was a strong encouragement to press onwards.

Once he was past the acres of foot though, Edric’s mind practically emptied – focusing only on trudging past interchanging fields of tough beskar, then stretchy softer material that betrayed the slight bounce of exposed sections of Paz Vizsla warm flesh right underneath him… then fields of metal again. As the hours dragged on, it all blended together in a dizzying mix as Edric stopped thinking of the ground below him as ‘Paz’ and more akin to some vast empty city to be explored and navigated until finally he was rolling down gigantic deadly fingers that just twelve hours ago had been trying to slap him out of existence and now—

“By the void…!”

Exposed before him, the glorious sight of a snoring Mr. Vizsla. The last few hours of trying to bury the knowledge that the ground he was traversing was alive and capable of wiping him out were gone in an instant, replaced in favour of—

“M-Mr. Vizsla…”

To even address him as anything like an equal felt wrong. To think that the gruff Paz Vizsla he had ironed out a contract with a couple years ago had ANYTHING in common with the living, breathing continent before him felt borderline sacrilegious and yet…

SNOOOOOORE… SNOOOOOOOOORE…

He was abjectly terrifying. It was half the reason Edric had hired the man. When selecting someone to stand next to you during expensive arms-trading, you wanted the intimidating, seven-foot-tall figure clad entirely in beskar who could snap you over his knee without breaking a sweat. But looking at him like this it was… awe-inspiring. Paz Vizsla was omnipotent… yet he still breathed. He still softly snored into the night, he still dreamed and he still—

“MMNGGHH…”

…could very much wipe Edric out of existence, knowingly or not.

With a dry throat, Edric aimed his flare-gun up and settled in for the long wait for the first sign of rousing from this slumbering beast. Whether he was discovered here and rescued… or ignored and condemned to spend the rest of his life scrounging off his gigantic bodyguard before eventually being crushed in some idle motion, was no longer up to him.

It was up to Paz Vizsla… in all his divine, massive glory.

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A gorgeous commission that me and  JVector grabbed from the lovely  RedivivusAce featuring more macro Paz Vizsla shenanigans!

This plotline comes from a setting me and Jordilian discussed and explored a few months back after I successfully infected him with Paz Vizsla syndrome. The basic idea was essentially some Arms Dealer/Travelling Merchant who employs the services of the big, looming bounty hunter as ‘the muscle’ which both protects him during his shady expensive deals and also works as a nice ‘bargaining chip’ to ensure he gets a good price. After being tricked into meeting with Aibian Pirates however, Edric flies off and manages to radio Paz in for help as he gets to experience his already towering bodyguard in a much bigger light…

Edric and Paz do have a pretty fun dynamic – there is something always hot about the scary intimidating guy who you fully expect to crush you out of existence the second it becomes practical for him actually turning out to be a surprisingly attentive caretaker. Despite his appearance, Paz actually has a strange skill at handling such tiny fragile things… when he wants to, at least. Perhaps we will see more of these two in the future…