Post by Shara on Jun 29, 2005 18:45:43 GMT
NOTE* Incase you don't notice, I'm going with the scenario that Revan helped the wookies revolt and free themselves.
PROLOGUE:
He had to tell them. He had to.
Gwoorokk wasn't sure how it had happened. As Senator's went, he was low down on the popularity list. Not because he was bad at what he did, but because no one ever noticed him. To the others he was nothing but a Wookie, and a stupid one at that.
Yet now he found himself the possesor of valuable information, information he had to get to the Jedi Council before it was too late.
If it wasn't already.
He was fighting against time. If the Sith didn't already know he knew, they would soon. It was a matter of reaching the safety of Coruscant before they figured out where he was.
The large, furry Wookie male walked out of his hutt, sliding the datachip into his belt pouch as he went.
There was one good thing about Kashyyk- any offworlders would stick out like a gizka in a fuzzcat litter.
He walked along the winding tree bridges, every now and then growling out a greeting to someone he knew, heading for the spaceport. He was fairly confident that he was safe here. After all, let someone try to attack.... there were Wookies all around who would gladly help him.
Reaching the space port he waved a furry hand at the dock manager, who growled in reply.
Another bark for good measure and he entered the dock containing his personal ship. The engines weren't on. Strange. He had told the pilot to come ahead and prepare for launch.
Weary, he trudged up the boarding ramp and let out a roar, barrating the pilot for being so slow. No answer.
That was the first hint he got that something might infact be wrong. His pilot had never been late before.
He walked into the cockpit.... and stopped short. The pilot was there, alright, but his head wasn't... it was on the flore next to him....
Sickened, Gwoorokk started to back out.
"I don't think so, beast." a dark, deep voice hissed from behind him.
The wookie turned, startled, but his roar of indignation was cut off by a howl of pain as a blinding red blade sizzled into his chest, twisting violently.
The man behind the blade, a dark, hooded figure, stepped forward and pulled the blade out none to gently.
The smell of singed hair and flesh filling his nostrils Gwoorokk sank weakly to the floor, growling wordlessly.
"Nighty night, Senator."
The blade flashed again, severing the wookies head from his shoulders.
Deed done, the Sith nelt beside the corpse and rummaged through the creature's belt pouch. Finding what he wanted he straightened, turning away.
It would be a while yet before anything like authorities found the bodies and by that time he would be long gone........
PROLOGUE:
He had to tell them. He had to.
Gwoorokk wasn't sure how it had happened. As Senator's went, he was low down on the popularity list. Not because he was bad at what he did, but because no one ever noticed him. To the others he was nothing but a Wookie, and a stupid one at that.
Yet now he found himself the possesor of valuable information, information he had to get to the Jedi Council before it was too late.
If it wasn't already.
He was fighting against time. If the Sith didn't already know he knew, they would soon. It was a matter of reaching the safety of Coruscant before they figured out where he was.
The large, furry Wookie male walked out of his hutt, sliding the datachip into his belt pouch as he went.
There was one good thing about Kashyyk- any offworlders would stick out like a gizka in a fuzzcat litter.
He walked along the winding tree bridges, every now and then growling out a greeting to someone he knew, heading for the spaceport. He was fairly confident that he was safe here. After all, let someone try to attack.... there were Wookies all around who would gladly help him.
Reaching the space port he waved a furry hand at the dock manager, who growled in reply.
Another bark for good measure and he entered the dock containing his personal ship. The engines weren't on. Strange. He had told the pilot to come ahead and prepare for launch.
Weary, he trudged up the boarding ramp and let out a roar, barrating the pilot for being so slow. No answer.
That was the first hint he got that something might infact be wrong. His pilot had never been late before.
He walked into the cockpit.... and stopped short. The pilot was there, alright, but his head wasn't... it was on the flore next to him....
Sickened, Gwoorokk started to back out.
"I don't think so, beast." a dark, deep voice hissed from behind him.
The wookie turned, startled, but his roar of indignation was cut off by a howl of pain as a blinding red blade sizzled into his chest, twisting violently.
The man behind the blade, a dark, hooded figure, stepped forward and pulled the blade out none to gently.
The smell of singed hair and flesh filling his nostrils Gwoorokk sank weakly to the floor, growling wordlessly.
"Nighty night, Senator."
The blade flashed again, severing the wookies head from his shoulders.
Deed done, the Sith nelt beside the corpse and rummaged through the creature's belt pouch. Finding what he wanted he straightened, turning away.
It would be a while yet before anything like authorities found the bodies and by that time he would be long gone........