Kashyyyk

[saberforce]

Hirolaah spent some time with the elder council in a very long and exhaustive talks over what their move should be, as a recent transmission from the Jedi Master Kitt Fitt had informed them of an unsuccessful negotiations with Black Sun, leaving them more or less in the very same situation that they had been in before. Teagaar had not helped with the Kashyyyk stance at all, and now it seemed that they would have to make some sort of plea to the Republic themselves if any sort of action is to be taken on their behalf.

 

As the talks progressed from simple banters of not having an able leader to right out fist fights amongst the Wookiees, Hirolaah voiced his own opinion to his audience of the elder council.

 

<< You must listen to me! The Republic cannot react to every minor situation that comes before them, and as of such, we cannot depend fully upon them. We are bound to honor the planets affiliation, as it is beyond our hands, or so we may think. Black Sun has already stated that they will allow such an affiliation with the Republic, so long as they can prove that they are an able body to defend themselves. We can help them by taking our very best warriors and pledging them to the Republic's fleet and military might! >>

 

The speech ended up inspiring a few more hours of debate, which ended with a very reluctant council agreeing the pledge the very best of each clans warriors to Hirolaah, and sending them off to the Republic. On the way to the main landing platform at Rwookrrorro, Hirolaah stopped by the young Barabel Jedi Neruu.

 

<< Jedi Neruu, I am about to make a journey to Gala in hopes of pledging me and my men to the Republic. If you like, I can offer you a ride? >>

[Neruu]

Neruu blinked snapping out of though currently he was in and quickly put his light saber onto his belt. He turned to face Hirolaah "A ridess would be of greatss help." Neruu sighed with some relief he would be finally heading off this world. He had some hope of reuniting with his master on Gala or at least having some questions answered. Neruu followed Hirolaah.

[saberforce]

Once Hirolaah had fully got all his Wookiee Warriors together on the shuttle with him and Neruu, they took off and headed towards Gala. At Gala is where they would hopefully be added to the Republic, and maybe they could even provide them with their starfighter to add to their fleet.

[Roene Givrah]

Roene's shuttle was slowly flying on its approach to Gala when several things peered into his immediate interest with no particularly defined order.

 

One of these interests was a vague signal being read on the periphery of his ship's sensors as he moved away from the planet Phu. It wasn't overwhelming so it must've been sent from far off, but it sounded dire and the name of the planet was so cryptic that Roene couldn't really assume where it was from so he documented the signal and vowed to return at a later date.

 

The Second was a slightly less agitating sensation and it just happened to be the pup that grabbed idly at his foot every once in a while, that fed this particular agitation. He was able to dismiss him for the most part, but it became dreadfully clear that Tyue was running out of food, or would if no further measures were taken. This could easily be remedied from a stop anywhere on his trip to Gala to purchase foods at a local shop or market, but the third nagging sensation kept him from tending to this problem directly.

 

As Roene shot through space, a strong sensation drew his mind toward a planet that was flying by in the distance. It wasn't really easy to discern through the blur of planets passing him by, but the Cerean noted the strength of the sensation and stopped the ship, turning it and pushing it in a direction to further indulge this interesting phenomenon in his mind's eye.

 

The uncertainty of the Planet's name and appearance did not escape him when he landed though; it was immediately clear that he'd landed on the planet of Kashyyyk when the first natives to meet him were the beasts of the region, which proceeded in trying to kill him and destroy his ship. It was a crazy fight and Roene didn't desire violence or wish to hurt the creatures, but after a long squabble he managed to dispatch the creatures with relative ease -- providing Tyue with food -- because they weren't the majestic beasts that lived further in the forest. Those would be a bit more difficult to beat and not to mention a great deal more conducive to an early grave. This was not on Roene's list of things to do today, and It was obvious from this little spat that he shouldn't stray too far from his ship.

 

Something was calling him away though... It sounded as if it were despairing. The signal was like a dreadful whine felt through every pore of Roene's body as he closed the distance between himself and the temporal aberration. It was a strange thing to think that a planet could emit such a high frequency of agony and pain, but Roene's mind was filled with it. He couldn't help but sympathize with its orchestra of sorrow and his feet moved ever forward. He was about to reach one of the check points before the woods dipped further into the darker regions of the planet when the shrill tone reached its highest octave.

 

The melody of its whine carried through Roene's physically audible spectrum and into a spectrum defined only through decibels of force energy. Silencing his mind and looking around, Roene searched for the pang and even with his duress at such a horrid sound, the energy reading wasn't hard to discern once he found it.

 

Logically such a small grove of trees wouldn't normally be able to make such a noise, Roene thought as he looked across the way at what had been making such an operatic note of melancholy, but there it was. Roene was standing a reasonable distance away from what looked to be a small grove of trees that were spread out only lightly before their branches joined near their branches and swooped further down into the rest of the trees that covered the canopy of tree cover Roene had above him. It was a suspicious sight, but Roene set to work immediately. His eyes scoped the scene out and although Roene could visibly see only a few trees, his sense reached further. He drove his mind all the way towards the roots of 20 different trees, which spread into the sediment of the planet's surface proper and linked further, spreading into and through the entire planet. So it would seem, through the grandeur of life and vegetation, that the planet was closely attached to anything that happened to its surface and vice verse. Oh... I see. A planet cries out when it is wounded, because without part of a whole, it isn't whole anymore. Such a simple theory and yet I missed it. It seems a planet, or more specifically, the organic life forms of vegetation that link into a planet can communicate as people do. Only they use different signals. Humph. The Cerean stood, musing until his hand slid from the top of his forehead, to his chin and then finally rested at his side.

 

Taking a moment to breath and clear his mind, Roene touched his hand to the tree nearest him and immediately wished he hadn't, because his palm burned fiercely with a bright green energy that glowed lightly in the visible spectrum, but burned into his retinas upon viewing it in the force's energy spectrum. He could sense the pain and death resonating from the tree and although from the outside, the trees looked fine, Roene could feel the internal workings of the trees were crumbling apart and decaying. Even the outside of the tree, which as he assessed, seemed healthy, was peeling away from the base. Bark was falling off in clumps and Roene could see that this had been happening for quite some time.

 

The Cerean peeled his hand from the Tree and knelt down to examine a piece of the bark that had fallen from the trees and bent it in his hands to test its resilience. The Cerean was shocked to find that even with its detachment from the tree, the bark was quite sturdy and didn't break unless Roene used the force to enhance his strength. How could a decaying tree conjure so much strength and why would such a beautiful tree be decaying?

Feeling the tree once again, this time through the air, Roene probed at it and found that it had been abused chemically. It didn't seem intentional, because the presence of the corroded chemicals wasn't that large, but the use of it on the organic Vegetation of Kashyyyk managed to spread its influence to more than just one tree and if it wasn't stopped it would probably span to a great region of the planet, before it slowed and withered on its own.

 

Ok”¦ I have never done anything like this before, but I have dealt with things like it. It's just like drawing on the form of a body; only on a much more abstract and large scale”¦ Right?

 

Roene took up a loose meditative stance and tried to not only find something to remedy the issue, but he tried focusing a deep healing meditation stance as well, to probe further and resolve any further ailments the tree had. He had really only learned how to heal himself, but he tried to focus the energy outward, feeding the positive energy into the being that needed it.

 

After a long while of this, it didn't appear that his efforts were winning anything, so Roene poured out more energy, pushing his limits until fatigue almost claimed him. Due to the pseudo symbiotic connection that Roene had built between the ailed tree and his body, he had retained some of the corruption of the tree and he was only mildly succeeding in prying it off, but his will and determination were not broken upon the rocky shores of denial, negativism, and wasted sacrifices.

 

The Cerean re-focused, gathered up his nerve and pushed once more, surging massive amounts of power through his body and mind, pushing away the corrupt avatar and finally purging the trees of their possession. Taking power from the corruption of the tree and providing the hulking pieces of nature with prolonged life. However, the daunting task left Roene's body limp directly afterward and his head felt cold from the sweaty exertion.

 

He would be vulnerable and could only hope that his ship was safe from attack while he drug himself away from the tree as fast as he possibly could, so he figured starting at this moment wouldn't be that much of a waste.

 

But something struck Roene as he limped away. The feeling carried him all the way back to pick up a piece of bark from the surrounding area and then leave the trees with their growing health. It was a weird sensation, but it felt comfortable and with only a few minor disturbances Roene was relatively safe on his journey back and was able to lift off Kashyyyk without much trouble.

[The Chameleon]

Kashyyyk, a world of walking rugs. This species was enslaved time, time, and time again. But the man, dressed in Jedi robes, a green one armed Alien landed on the planet. Showing no fear he walked down, his lightsaber in hand, and a pack on his shoulders. No one would guess what would happen next....

 

 

(5 Days, if no reply, I will doublepost my ending business..)

[The Chameleon]

Explosions through out the forest floor. Scattering wildlife and hunter-wookiees alike. They were all scared. The massive Wroshyr trees toppled under the wieght of one another. The noise was insane. With each falling tree you could feel the world shake and moan in protest against the devastation. Animals cried out in pain and anger. Who had done such a thing? They only had one answer, the visitor. He had come in. The wookiee's accepted him. A Jedi. The green skinned alien had introduced himself as a Jedi Knight, even had the lightsaber to back it up.

 

Outraged, they started their hunt. No dwelling was safe. Every time the earth rattled a door was kicked in. Crossbows were given to the local populace around the clans. As a united front, they searched the towns, trading posts, and the forest floor. No one was safe, that is. No non-Wookiee was safe. But their search would not wield negative results. They found the one armed green alien. He put up a fight, but was ultimately subdued. He was ripped limb from limb by the bare paws. An ancient voodoo, saved only for those who were most hated in the clans.

 

Off-Worlder's would not be welcome for a long long time. The Jedi would hear about it. The leader; Krushak, would make sure of that. Damn Sure. Then he wondered what Kirlocca would do about this. This was inexcusable.

[HK-52]

The black sheen of droid metal gleamed under the natural light of the Kashyyyk atmosphere and hundreds of blue ampules gleamed with no remorse hidden in their lifeless sapphire glares.

 

Immediately Flamethrowers in every direction, sprang to life and began to drown the trees in flame. Wookiees rushed toward the droids with malicious intent at their complete disregard for the Wookiee homeland, but the droids kept moving.

 

The air stunk of burning bark and incinerated Wookiee flesh minced with hair. It was an enormous bloodbath that was only starting and as the droid's position widened and accelerated there was no telling when it would stop.

 

The presence of the droids was oddly mysterious, but the conundrum was abetted when a large droid soared above the crowd of mechanical terrorists with a camera attached to it and several large banners emblazoned with the name of their benefactors. The words, "THE JEDI" hung in big shimmering blue letters practically pronouncing their identity to the entirety of Kashyyyk as those responsible for the deaths of the Wookiees there and the utter decimation of the wildlife.

 

The spectacle would no doubt be broadcast on the Holonet as a horrific display of the Jedi's cruelty.

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The army of mechanizations was led by none other than the first model himself, wearing a shiny new suit of metal armor fashioned from what seemed to be regular old Durasteel. However, HK-52 model #1 and his companions, who landed on the outskirts of the Wookiee's principal hunting grounds and incinerated all they came into contact with, were made of a Durasteel that was salvaged over time from several Metal components dissected from old versions of the Jedi temple that stood on Gala today. The entire collection of steel was donated by a mysterious benefactor that preferred to remain nameless even as he left the site laughing evilly under his breath.

 

Each one was also programmed, by request, with an automatic set of passionate cries and responses tuned toward furthering their Jedi identity. A few examples would be, "The peace of this galaxy will be cemented when the Jedi finally destroy the walking carpets!", "Wookiee's are the reason for aggression in the galaxy, when they are wiped out, the Jedi's plight will prevail!". One droid was even set to say one of two phrases, one of the strongest being, "This was all Kitt's idea!"

[Kitt]

Two Jedi Aces pulled out of hyperspace above the planet Kashyyyk. Kitt send a request to land at one of the landing platforms in Rwookrrorro. The request also asked for the Wookiee Chieftain to meet them at the landing platform. Kitt had helped the Wookiees many times before, and they were indeed loyal to the Jedi through both Kitt's and Kirlocca's ties to them. e was certain that he would be given the chance to clear his name, if there was anything to clear to begin with. Chances are, no one fully understands the way the Order operates enough to forge such an attempt and pin it on them.

[Menthu]

Things burned.... there was fire here. An upheaval of sorts that drew this demi-god like a month to flame. Yet there was a part he was suppose to play. He had to take down that which he was. It would be difficult, yet he was suppose to be a mandalorian. So that is what he would be. He cautiously let the mercenary side speak out. It normally fought for dominance and today for once it would get what it wished.

 

Menthu stepped aside and in his place Procs leaped forth, happy to have a firm grasp of direction and the life of the body. He smiled, even though he was clad in head to toe with armor. The smile was lost shortly after, as he knew not when the God would come back. Though he was the God so it was strange. Technically the God never left. It mattered not for him, at the moment he was in control. Still the God had brought him here for a reason, and he knew what it was.

 

On some level the God wished to relish in watching things burn. It was something he would allow, if it meant longer periods of being fully in charge. He took charge of the air space, and landed on the planet's surface close to where the trees had fallen. That would be where he began. Hefting his own bowcaster look-alike, he stepped out onto the alien world.

[Kitt]

Kitt and Dean didn't wait very long before they were given access to land at Rwookrrorro. The decent was longer then what Kitt remembered, but it wasn't worth complaining about, as he could have been flat outright denied and sort of landing. Luckily, that wasn't the case due to his prior experiences with the Wookiees. Having both Jedi Aces make a soft landing, Kitt climbed out and was greeted by the Wookiee Chieftain and his Honor Guard. Bowing before them, Kitt spoke with much respect towards them.

 

"I want to thank you for granting us permission to land. I can promise you that my time here won't waste any of yours. I also welcome the watch of the Honor Guard as me and my apprentice investigate the horrible acts that were committed here not long ago."

 

The Chieftain made a few series of howls and barks back at Kitt, explaining that he would allow them to investigate but they now held a policy with all outsiders. With all of his years spent with Kirlocca, he came to understand the language very fluently.

 

"I can fully understand the need to protect your people, so I will happily oblige to surrendering my lightsaber."

 

Kitt withdrew his lightsaber hilt and handed it over to one of the Honor Guards. Dean, still being a padawan, didn't carry a lightsaber, so they didn't have to take a weapon away from him.

 

"Now, lets not waste any time. I am sure that we both are longing for an answer as to whom was really behind such an act."

 

With that, the Honor Guard lead Kitt and Dean towards the location of where they were holding to droids that attacked. Once they were done there, they would then see the bodies of the Wookiee whom had died at the hands of the lightsaber wielding impostor. As the group entered one of the nearby tree huts, Kitt instantly could smell the decay of flesh. The Wookiees had placed both the droids and the Wookiee corpses in the same area. Doing his best not to let the smell bother him, he moved towards one of the broken droids and began to comb and searched every part of the outer shell. One of the Honor Guard growled to inform Kitt that there was no serial number, as he could tell what the Jedi master was looking for.

 

"No serial number indicates a custom made droid. Primary shops that carry such models without a serial number are restricted to the black market. Coruscant and Nar Shaddaa are their two primary outlets."

 

Kitt kept quiet that Black Sun owned one of the black markets on Coruscant, as they still held possession over the planet. In his own mind, he had to rule them out, as if such an attempt was made by them, it could backfire. In fact, the chances of an outcome favorable to Smash would be only fifteen percent. Those aren't the type of chances Smash go's out on. No, it had to be the Hutts. But there was still the question of the one armed lightsaber wielding menace that took the planet by surprise. Walking over to one of the corpse, Kitt carefully placed his hand upon the dead Wookiee's head. As he did, he allowed for the Force to take over as he began to use Psychometry to help him discover something about the Wookiee's murderer. Within Kitt's mind, he was able to see the event occur before him. The lightsaber wielding menace appeared before him as he went to slaughter the Wookiee. Whomever it was, Kitt was able to tell that it was neither a Jedi nor a Sith, as the swings were way too sloppy for a trained Force user. Taking his hand off of the Wookiee, Kitt turned to face the Honor Guard.

 

"It was neither Jedi nor Sith. The user was too sloppy for either one. This man truly is an impostor. I however cannot provide an answer to whom it is without the body of the killer. And since you have already disposed of him, our only lead is the droid from the black market."

 

This wasn't a good start for his investigation. Part of Kitt wanted to find a Sith whom did the murdering, but they were clean... at least for this aspect of it. Letting out a sigh, Kitt began to plot his next move. He would need to each Coruscant and get Corsec to track what elements they could from the black market there. He would have to take on Nar Shaddaa as it was beyond the Galactic Alliances jurisdiction.

[Haphaestus]

-- A comm comes in for Grand Master Kitt Fitt --

 

"Master Fitt, this is the Dark Lord. The peace talks provisioned a coalition of Jedi and Sith to be formed to counter rogue Force users. I am most interested in pursuing this development, and find myself available at this very moment.

 

"When you are ready, comm me back with a suitable location and I shall be there promptly."

 

-- End comm --

[Kitt]

Kitt wasn't all that surprised that he would receive a transmission from the dark Lord shortly after ruling out the Sith as a possible framer. But still, there may be some merit in meeting with him, so Kitt sent a reply and then put his comlink away until further notice. Turning towards his padawan and the Honor Guard, he spoke in a tone that suggested he may have been thoughtful.

 

"I think it's time I head to Coruscant and investigate things. Until I return, it may be wise to lock-down your starports until the true killers have been caught."

 

The Honor Guard thanked him for the little work he did do and then returned his lightsaber back to him after they escorted him back to the landing pad. Climbing into his Jedi Ace, Kitt then took off for Coruscant and what now could turn into a turning point.

[HK-52]

A broken droid head's vocabulator reactivated mysteriously on the ground near one of the Honor Guard's feet.

 

His feed was recalcitrant to the actual ability of his speech, but the message was clear enough to understand.

 

"This was all Kitt's Idea!" It said in a fragmented stream of common and then, with trouble, circulated to the second message in its repertoire. "The Black Road may show no path toward destruction; a mastermind waits and does the bidding of those who would see this galaxy burn." Luckily this message was on a lower frequency than the other when it came to combat, not that all of the Wookie's had a chance to decipher it while their trees were burning but now the riddle rang through the silence of the atmosphere in a weird warbling indicating the vocabulator's damage.

 

The Honor Guard that had accompanied Master Kitt on his investigation, decided to recount this information to the Jedi master whenever prudent.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

The Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering came out of hyperspace above Kashyyyk, and sped toward a very specific village. The area was covered with nightfall, which was helpful for killing people.

 

Hunting Wookiees was a lost art, and Ar-Pharazon hated passionately the notion that galactic high-society had somehow transformed the savage beasts into intelligent contributors and heroes. Chewbacca was a fleecy wastrel that deserved death and disease, not a medal from a bastard princess for helping to destroying the first Death Star. That was a fact. Ar-Pharazon properly understood that the flea-caked brutes were just that, and should rightfully hunted, persecuted, and restrained by codified law.

 

Only by brutally murdering Chewbacca's unsuspecting great-grandsons, could Ar-Pharazon spiritually undo the heroics of the legendary Wookiee champion.

 

The evil and electric, and thus quiet spacecraft hovered over a large collection of Wookiee huts. Ar-Pharazon knew just the ones. He had done his research and seen a Holonet program that described the descendants of Galctic Civil War heroes. While Chewbacca may have been a (false) hero, he was still a disgusting carpet of beast. His great-grandsons were only the latter.

 

Ar-Pharazon jumped from his ship, igniting his lightsaber during the descent. He landed on a guard, instantly killing him without a gesture. He tossed the bulky body over a railing, far into the jungle-depths below to be devoured by ravenous vines. With a silenced pistol, he killed a few more, storming wicked his way toward his primary targets, flipping each dead Wookiee over the railings.

 

Rolling along the wooden catwalks, Ar-Pharazon emerged near the open window of an elaborate wooden cabin. It was decorated for an (entirely false) honored warrior. Extending one homicidal hand inside the open window, Ar-Pharazon fired the silenced pistol at a sleeping Wookiee's entirely vulnerable head, killing him instantly. One down. ”œSay hello to your great-grandfather for me, you worthless sack of living filth,”

[Trushaun]

Conversations between the Fosh and Robert were short and sweet. She practiced her Basic, and her simple Force skills. Trushaun was back to her old self. She was excited to be closing on Kashyyyk. She would finally be rid of her childhood soon. A real role in the Galaxy....

 

There would only be a half an hour that Robert was on the planet, so if she was run off, then she could make a hasty escape.

 

But now, here she was walking onto the landing pad of the capitol of Kashyyyk. She had errands to do, so she left McNamara at the ship and ventured her way into town. On her way, she marveled at the trees and just the abundance of life that surrounded her. Trushaun soaked it all in.

[Roene Givrah]

((my apologies for the wait. ))

 

Before Trushaun could get too far off the landing pad, she was stopped by a big furry hand and a very stern expression. She wasn't being hurt by the large furry creature, but the creature clearly didn't want her to go past the landing pad and into the nearby village.

 

There were a series of growls emitted from the beast and although they seemed like they said something, it was clearly not perceptible by anyone unless they knew what the syllables meant.

((If Tru has a translator or uses the force to understand -- This is what was said: "Bird creature must go, we are having troubles with our tribe and do not wish outsiders present."))

 

Upon closer inspection, it seems that the Wookiee isn't just pointing out toward the landing pad with his free hand, but the rest of Kashyyyk as well, like there are other tribes and other places to go aside from leaving the planet.

 

Still, something small and feint pulses in the air, beckoning Trushaun to deal with this problem and to not continue with her journey just yet.

[Trushaun]

Before Trushauns journey could even begin, she was stopped. By a Wookiee. Her mind raced with the enjoyment of meeting another new species. But the moment was quickly dashed as it spoke another language other than Basic or Foshe'.

 

She concentrated and spun the Wookiee grunts and words into Foshe' words and whistles. The two were very similar. Some troubles were going on in the forest, and their villages. She had to get by, her planet depended on it. She would not fail.

 

The Fosh spoke in her native tongue. Clearly and slowly so the wookiee could understand and follow along. A series of whistles and clicks with some grunts and calls in mix. She said "Master Wookiee, Trushaun," She pointed to herself when she said her name and then continued. "a Fosh and Jedi Apprentice. Has come to help you in your troubles. Trushaun is a member of the Forest, just as you. We are brother and sister through the tree. Trushaun seeks no glory, fame, payment, just to help brother and sister. Please let me help you."

[Roene Givrah]

The Wookiee looked puzzled for a few moments, as if he was working hard to process the mysterious language presented to him, but with his own series of growls to use as basis and helpful gestures, he was able to build a translation. Still, the Wookiee's expression did not bode well for the young Fosh.

 

The Wookie resumed his growls and used hand signal of his own, in the hopes that they would help the Fosh understand.

Our problems are our own, but a Jedi... We have had varied experiences with Jedi. (He uses a swinging gesture, as if swinging a lightsaber to give the picture).

 

If what you mean is true, then perhaps you may help. Due to the troubles that have befallen our planet however, we must keep a watchful on you.

 

As to what ails us... The Wookiee continued, without really stressing any word or saying in particular. The Wookiee sticks up three fingers.

Our tribe's chieftan is sick with an illness that troubles us. We have tried healing rituals and salves, but nothing has worked.

 

The wookiee lowered one of his fingers.

Second, the western region of the forest bordering the shadowlands was burned by a madman and this damage has caused the beasts to move inward, threatening our cubs and the more threatening beasts are devastating our young hunters. The beasts have even managed to run off with a handful of cubs and we don't have any knowledge of their fate. If they could be returned, we would be grateful.

The wookiee lowered another finger.

 

Lastly, there are mysterious outsider scouts who have been spotted near our hunting grounds. There was a large battle with malicious metal beings and we think these outsiders wish to invoke the wrath of the metal beings again. We try to stop them, but if we get near they attack...

 

The Wookiee puts his paw to his face and shudders. He looks at the Fosh and awaits a reply, but it is clear that he isn't expecting much.

 

((I expect long replies from you Tru, and I want a chance to post back challenging posts to each one you do, so this is a challenge and not just something you can swim through. I am thinking of taking a break from RPing, but I want to get you knighted first. So please work with me on this. ))

Edited January 2, 2012 by Guest

[Trushaun]

((I will swim through this like a pool of pudding. Disgusting, yet delicious.))

 

Three problems to deal with. Might as well make it a list to deal with. It would be simple to do Roen's task in the first two swoops, but Trushaun would deal with all three, just to try and boost relationships.

 

"Master Wookiee, Trushaun can help with all three. Point where you want Trushaun to start."

 

Helping the Chief would start with her tears. Force infused Fosh tears could heal anything. A simple solution.

 

The number two issue would be dealt with braun, and her naturalist talents. The cubs could be safe very soon. And she could deal with the mercenaries. It sounded simple enough... But it wasn't going to be she would need several backup plans.

[Roene Givrah]

((I am once again sorry for the wait, it has been a little bit of a struggle to pull myself away from other involvements.))

 

The Wookiee''s expression brightened a little, but something about the optimism of the bird creature's statement kept him cautious. He looked deeply at the young Jedi with his dark eyes, buried beneath his large furry eyebrows, and even though his gaze found no root for suspicion, he couldn't help but let his thoughts linger.

 

Regardless, after a moment of silence, the wookiee raised his arm to point at the nearby village.

 

There is where you will find our chief, but... The wookiee hesitated for a moment while he rummaged around for something. His paws groped idly at his form as if he were scratching for fleas, but when the movement stopped, the Wookiee had a little trinket in his hand.

 

Show this to my people and they will know that you are okay to be here. Otherwise my people may not take kindly to your presence. Now, go quietly bird creature...

 

The Wookiee looked over for a moment as the bird creature was escorted away and wished her luck in her journey.

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A presence arose in the village. It wouldn't be clear to the Fosh until she came near the village itself, but when any Jedi breached the perimeter of the small village filled with huts, a dark presence could be felt emanating from the chief's domicile.

[Trushaun]

The alien took the token and lashed it to her collar. She smiled and said goodbye.

 

Venturing into the village something was defiantly odd about the village. The closer she got the more uneasy she became. Everywhere she could feel eyes staring her down. Big deal. She was here to help. Following the weird feeling to the center of the village she found what she assumed was the chieftains hut. Whatever it was, it was guarded.

 

The weapons the wookiees had looked like a crossbow. Interesting. The two species were more closely related than what she was first led to believe. Warriors on Foshe' held similar weapons.

 

"May I enter? I am here to help." She spoke slowly, and pointed to the pendant that the first guard gave her.

[Roene Givrah]

The Wookiee's grasped their bow-casters tightly as the outsider came. Their movements were more based off of fear for their chieftan than the outsiders presence, but ever since their cubs were taken, the Wookiee's had little comfort for anyone but their own kind.

 

Regrettably, the Wookiee guards opened the heavy leather flap leading into the chieftain's hut and it would become irrevocably clear that there was something wrong. Passing the threshold between the hut and the wilds of Kashyyyk would almost be like walking into a cloud of smog for the young Fosh.

 

There were a few Wookiees kneeling around the massive prone form of what appeared to be the Wookiee chieftan. They shed silent tears to what they assumed was their fallen patriarch, but the Wookiee that lay prone was very much alive.

 

There were several patches on the Wookiee chieftan's body moistened with liquid and medicinal herbs as if other Wookiees tried to heal their chieftan, but to no avail.

 

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An aura that none of the Wookiees could feel was pouring from the chieftan. It was clear to anyone that looked at him that he had a physical ailment, but if the Fosh was looking hard enough, she would be able to feel an additional dark presence throbbing deep in the chieftan's body.

 

Dark tendrils propagated through the force from the Wookiee chieftan's body and clung to the edges of the Hut, feeding off of the sobbing Wookiee's tears.

[Trushaun]

Trushaun became fixated onto the Cheiftan who lay unresponsive at the head of the room. She almost forgot about all the other wookiees in the room. Walking up to him laying on the alter, she noticed the ointments the shamans have tried already. Holding her hands over him, she closed her eyes to scan him with the Force.

 

Feeling something she had never felt before, let alone hear of, she felt something wrong with him. It was as if the Force was sick and twisted in this being.

 

She looked up and scanned the room. It was as if the Force itself was clouded, absent like from the room.

 

Returning to the chief with another look of curiosity, she settled into a trance trying to track down what was wrong with the alien. Feeling the presence actually growing, she broke out of the trance again. What was it using to gain such power?

 

She spent a few moments to scan the room again, then it made sense. The pain and suffering of all of the other clan-mates were what the presence was feeding off of.

 

Trushaun went to the guard outside the room. "I can help, but I need everyone to leave." She said, slowly again. Hopefully the mountainous alien would help her, and his clan out.

[Roene Givrah]

As Trushaun entered the chief's hut, eyes turned toward her. The eyes were clouded with misery, but something else lurked behind their glazed, tear-filled orbs. It wasn't easy to see, but upon closer inspection the Wookiee's seemed to glare at her.

 

A dark mist spread through their contention filled ranks and although no Wookiees lashed out at her, there was an air of aggression hanging in hut.

 

When she left, the darkness receded a little, but as her plans became clear, the resonance of corrupt energy rose in the efforts to protect itself.

 

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The guard outside the Hut looked flabbergasted when the Fosh approached her. He clutched his bowcaster a little tighter and stared down the bird with contention of his own.

 

How dare she make demands of us, we are losing our chieftan to a mysterious plague and she wishes us to leave him in his time of need.

 

When the Wookiee thought about it more though, he could see innocence in the bird's actions. There was no malice nor measure of aggression in her actions and hanging around the bird's neck was a relic given to the tribe from a Jedi hero in days of old.

 

So, even though the old Wookiee guard was a little stiff in his resolve, he decided to give it a chance. With his off hand, the guard raised the leather flap and growled lightly at the Wookiees in the Hut. It took a few moments, but with the guard's promise that they could return in time, the Wookiees began to leave the Hut one after another, giving respects to their Chief as they left.

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The Dark presence from before that filled the Hut seemed to squander with no anchor. It still clung to its victim, but with nothing to feed it, it would surely die out. Now if only the bird creature would come back...

[Trushaun]

(( I guess the internet didn't agree with me posting the first time around, three days ago...UGH, hate retyping these.))

 

Trushaun thanked the guard, and was very somber as she got the glances from the other wookiees.

 

She felt something calling to her from inside the hut. Something like the Force, but much more twisted and darker. The Fosh was still a naive little child in the ways of the Force, so she went to investigate.

 

Inching closer to the chief the feeling of nausea multiplied. She choked it down.

 

Standing next to the bed and holding her arms out over the chief, she meditated. Focusing on the Light, she was going to try and irradiate the dark twisted side of the Force. Around the hut moss and ferns had a noticeable acceleration of growing. The plants were infused with a subtle hint of the Light Side.

[Roene Givrah]

The dark presence moved itself from the touch of the Fosh at each physical point covered by her meditation. It did what it could to hold firm in its position and tried to maintain a constant attachment to the chief, but each new attachment it made broke before they could fully form themselves.

 

The dark presence was losing the battle over the chief's body and it was clear that this wasn't going to be easy. So, acting quickly, the dark presence latched itself onto the Fosh's arm as the creature bent to touch the chief and worked its way up her forearm and into her head.

 

There would be time to fight it as its procession grew in speed, but there wasn't anything stopping it from reaching her head and bringing the Fosh to the dusty hut floor...

 

 

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Within the tranquility of Trushaun's mind, clouds of smoke rose and fell like the fog of a winter morn. The bird creature was isolated there, amongst the ripples of her consciousness, but she wasn't alone...

 

A dark avatar stood, leering at her from a place of strength not five feet from Tru's form.

 

The dark one's arms were roughly crossed around the bulk of its large black chest and although the form wasn't completely solid, it took on the shape of a larger humanoid being to concentrate its energy and provide an easier form of communication between itself and the interloper. Red glowing eyes burned through what might have once been called eyelids and stared at the fosh with disdain.

WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE!

 

The presence bellowed and its voice echoed throughout the fosh's mind as if it were a hollow shell. It strung to the depths of her consciousness with its deep bass resonance.

YOU HAVE DISRUPTED MY PURPOSE,THREATENED MY PRESENCE AND FOR THAT I WILL TAKE YOUR BODY IN RETURN...

 

With final words still flowing throughout the chamber of Trushaun's consciousness, the dark presence unsheathed something that glinted with a dull grayish hue.

 

Dark tendrils clasped the air around the being's hands so it wasn't easy to discern what the object was at first, but as the dark presence moved its hands around into a ready position, it pushed a button on the side of the object and two crimson blades of light emerged.

 

Adjacent to the Fosh's feet and hands she would find a metal object of her own, should she choose to wield it. It glinted at her from the clouds of her mind as if beckoning her to its hilt.

 

FACE ME!!!

 

The presence yelled as it charged forward with inhuman speed and twirled its crimson might toward the Fosh's head for a quick victory.

 

 

((I apologize for the wait again, but I am determined to get you this. This will be a 3 post duel. This is the first post. And Trial number one begins!!!))

 

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Edited January 19, 2012 by Guest

[Trushaun]

The girl felt faint, almost sickly. She opened her eyes to see that something from the chief had attached to her arm. The last sensation she felt was falling backwards. Vision turning grey, she found herself suddenly standing in front of another person. Then he started to shout. There was malice in his words. It was so abundant that it was almost tangible.

 

Was this the presence she felt from the Force? This figure seemed evil, something that was wrong in the world.

 

Trushaun store in amazement as she found herself being bull rushed by the figure. A red lightsaber ignited in the figures hands. Thoughts raced in her head.

 

What is this? She had never experienced anything like this before. Nor heard of anything. Maybe this was the twisted Force, forming in a physical appearance.

 

Nevertheless, she had to act. Defense. With her left hand, she shot out a moderate Force Push. With her right hand, she called the lightsaber into her hand. With a jump back, she ignited the weapon with a high guard to counter the attacker.

 

"You are something that is wrong in the world. You will be removed." Was all the Fosh said. She was confident in her abilities. Rep Til had taught her well.

 

At the Fosh's feet, there seemed to be grass growing.

[Roene Givrah]

((Sorry for the length, I was in a hurry. I am going to be making a longer one for the last post though))

 

Darkness swelled with each step as the presence moved to adopt a new strategy, but before its thoughts could cement, it felt a surge of energy emanating from the Fosh. The presence could feel with every fiber of its being, the depth of change in the realm of Trushaun's consciousness as grass began to grow under her feet and each new blade of emerald grass made it queasy. The growth of Trushaun's natural energy was so much that it almost drew its attention from the Fosh's force push. It was sudden, and the presence did what it could to catch itself before it went too far.

 

When its balance was its own, the presence looked at the Fosh, malice in its eyes. It growled as it stood its ground and even though it was a low sound, it rumbled the floor. When he blocked the counter attack with his own crimson blade, he turned his head to face the bird creature directly and let out a scream that rapidly escalated to extremely high decibels. Then he turned back and spun around the Fosh's body, moving his double blade along with him and coming back around for another strike, hoping to catch the Jedi off guard.

 

((2))

[Trushaun]

The alien stumbled back. The voice rocked her eardrums. Disorriented, she let a slice come through. The red blade raped itself across her back. Rolling forward she could instantly feel liquid trickle down her back. Shaking her head, she clipped the saber to her belt and went into a defensive stance, unarmed.

 

Concentrating, more grass grew. What had first started was already at shin height. Gritting her teeth she called forth for what looked like Grape Vines, they littered the ground. If the presence decided to charge her once again, his feet would get caught in the vines. The vines were subtly growing inside the grass. Hidden should one not be looking for it.

 

Her lightsaber flew to her right hand. Igniting it as a tear rolled down her cheek.

 

"Leave this place." Trushaun said standing in her field of grass and grapevines. "You are not welcome here."

[Roene Givrah]

Thoughts cloudy, presence shifting

 

The presence's footing was rocked as it recoiled from a successful scream, followed with an even more successful slice. The crimson blade that slung low at the presence's side had tasted blood and cockiness was filling the presence's greedy heart as it sat there seething in the satisfaction of exhibiting pain in its prey. Its red eyes boiled through the Fosh's metaphysical shell and down to her roots where he plotted; where the presence could see her weakness and feel her pain oozing from her like the open wound spread across her back. Her presence signified everything that opposed his being; her place in this realm imposed upon the being's power and threatened to bring everything it had tumbling to the ground. It would not stand for it.

 

With weight measured slightly on both balls of its ghost-like feet, the presence entered a stance of its own, pulsing and fed on the corruption inherent of its form. Soon after this development tendrils, pitch black in color and shadowy in nature, spread from the figure's body like wildfire and started to cover the entire area around the presence's feet. The tendrils smelled of nothing but death as they wriggled out and crept cross the ground. They groped the open air around the figure and although the figure's posture never changed, the tendrils that poured from its body like a thick smog, seemed to collect into small pools at its feet. The pools were a little tar like once gathered, but they floated freely just above the ground and were immediately covered in a gaseous haze.

 

It seemed that the presence was also trying to cover the battlefield with ways in which to slow the Fosh, but once the puddles began to move, all conclusions swung toward more chaotic consequences. Each puddle spread out, one on each side, and they slowly began to pulse. The pulses were inaudible and almost invisible at first, but it became clear that once the first puddle started, the other followed and soon enough both puddles were pulsing. The pulses looked like small black energy waves and as one pushed to the other, they got faster and faster, until limbs began to grow from each puddle almost simultaneously with each pulsing spike. A black form began to break its way through the puddle's murky liquid; a larger form from within was doing what it could to rip itself out of the blackened membrane until finally, both forms burst from their puddle prisons at the same time.

 

The figures' bodies matched the one that still stood center, facing the Fosh. The center figure's eyes burned with a slightly duller hue as his two doppelgangers receded from their eccentric cages and when the three finally stood in all, they all stared at the Fosh simultaneously, hate filling their hearts, their minds and their bodies.

 

Crimson fire burned in their hands and all three figures ran full tilt toward the Fosh for the finishing blow, accelerating their bodies beyond their limits to catch the Fosh and show her the power of the darkness; to claim her lifeless husk so they could spread corruption to the rest of the galaxy.

 

As they grew closer though, their feet got caught on the vines and their procession was slowed tremendously. The figures stopped their effort and immediately grasped at their legs, panting violently. All of the figures exhibited exhaustion in their eyes as if that charge meant the world to them, but the figures wore their dark expressions as a mask in the hopes that the Jedi wouldn't catch onto their deception.

 

One of the figures that managed to get close enough though went in for a swing, hoping to get lucky, but the effort of his strike was lacking and his blow came in too slow.

 

((final -- I will PM you something soon))