Kashyyyk's Open Terrain

Jaccien had made it back to the Wookiees village. He noticed that this village was quite a bit smaller in population than it had been a month ago. This worried Jaccien. The Sayormi must be regrouping after they had just about been wiped out during his fathers time. There might be dark magic afoot, and what better warrior to stop this than a Gorog.

=Jaccien=
Forgive me friend, I did not catch your name.

The Wookiee looked at him and growled out the name "Oroorko"


=Oroorko=
And yours?

Jaccien smiled because he knew the Wookiee did not expect what he was about to say.


=Jaccien=
My birth name is Jaccien Ordo. But my Father called me Gaar... Short for Gaarurra.

The Wookiee had a bewildered look on his face. But then he remembered Gaar'urra the Mandalorian Wookiee that owed a life debt to Jaccien. Jacciens father must have named Jaccien that because he knew his future was on Kashyyyk. At about that time a war horn went off from a watch tower near by.


=Oroorko=
We will see how much of a "Fear Less Warrior" you really are metal one. Follow me the Sayormi are coming.

With that Jaccien followed Oroorko and the rest of the male Wookiees to a defensible position to wait for the Sayormi

After making sure that none of the Sayormi were coming back, Jaccien climbed down the tree and joined the Wookiees. Something was terribly wrong, the Sayormi have never, that Jaccien can remember, been so heavily armed.
=Jaccien=
Well that was a little more intense than I thought it was going to be. We are going to need help. These demons are being armed and trained somewhere on this planet, and to stop them, we are going to need more firepower.
The Wookiee Oroorko nodded in agreement. He then raised his hand and pointed his finger towards Rwoorko where Jaccien was not to long ago.
He did not even have to speak... Jaccien just remembered there was a merchant ship in the town and was leaving soon. He had just enough time to get his good there and leave to go request more help and to buy the Wookiees guns.

 Gavin plunged towards the ground, mind focused on the approaching terrain. He noticed large trees and in front of him what seemed to be a large body of water, but had little time to worry about it. Once the ship hit a certain altitude, he took action.

"Computer, fire front landing thrusters."

 A second after he gave the command, the front landing thrusters fired and slowly pushed the nose up on the ship. Once level, he commanded the thrusters off. The ship being flat, began to slow the ship. The ship began to shake violently at the intensity and parts of the hull began to break away. At another altitude, he gave command for all landing thrusters to fire. They launched at full capacity for a few seconds. The computer came on again as the alarms continued to sound.

"Landing thrusters overheating. Failing in 10 seconds."

"Hold together, baby."

The ground approached quick as the thrusters reached ten seconds. But it wasn't the ground, necessarily, but water. Just a bit ahead was the shore.

"Cut landing thrusters and fire main engines."

 The main engines fired and started pushing the craft forward and quickly gave out. He deployed the landing gear, which gave out as soon as it hit the shallow water near the shore. He fired the reverse thrusters to help slow him, but they, too, gave out quickly as it slammed the ground and skidded across the sand. In front of him were the large tress. The sand might have kept the ship from being ripped apart, the the trees would be so kind. Gavin braced for impact as the ship slammed into the trees, tearing the ship apart at it's furthest point before coming to an abrupt stop.  Gavin took a few breaths as the systems shut themselves down.

Gavin tried restoring some of the power, but all the power had been used. He let out only a sigh before getting up. The door was cracked open slightly, enough for him to pry it the rest of the way. Making his way down the corridors, he noticed the damage throughout the ship. It would take months to repair at the least. Getting to the engine bay, he saw that the hyperdrive and engines where in even worse shape. Things just kept looking worse. He proceeded back to the cockpit. Knowing he was on the ground, the ramp couldn't be lowered, and given the ship's current state, it probably didn't matter anyway. Reaching up a hand, he used the force, causing the glass to shatter apart. Climbing out, he began to inspect the ship. As he thought, the ship was beyond repair. He let out a sigh as he rubbed his hand across her damaged hull.

"Well, old girl. I guess this is where the journey ends. It's a shame it ended this way. Thank you for your service."

 After a moment, he began to look around. Tall trees that became extremely dark at the forest floor, it didn't take long to figure out where he was. Only once had he been here amongst the Shadowlands. Strange that he would end up here. He began to focus, sensing the area around him. He could feel the darkness. Sith were near-by. So the Sith would be the ones he'd encounter. He made his way back inside, making his way down the corridors. With Sith around, he planned for a not so welcome greeting. Entering his room, he saw that of all places, it had remained mostly intact, sabers still hanging on the wall.  He went over to the bed and sat, waiting to see what would happen next.

He continued on, drawing two sabers off the wall this time. DeepStrike and Blockade are twin sabers that Gavin built shortly after becoming a Grey. Deepstrike is of a black chrome with crimson accents, while Blockade is silver with touches of sapphire, each blade corresponding to the accenting colors. Deepstrike was built to be more of an attacking blade, while Blockade defensive. These two sabers were the first he had created when joining the Grey Jedi. They were by far the oldest sabers he owned. He was only twenty at the time. Even still to this day, they worked as well as they did when they were first crafted.

He dropped them into the bag. The next saber was something amazing to him, though he had built it. Shadow Soul was a saber that showed the greatest form of forgery of all Gavin's sabers. The emitter had four small claws that hung over the emitter, the inspiration for Tyra's saber, beckoning forth the blade in an even more elegant stance. The hilt was elegant and nicely, formed, a true work of art. Inscriptions and runes that spoke balance were engraved in silver over the hilt's shadowy black chrome. In the hilt, the crystal chamber could be seen, revealing a black crystal that shown in a faint silver light. The pommel was as Tyra and angling in and almost coming to a point. Though elegant, it held also a hint it intimidation, a sense of darkness. It was created a few years after Deepstrike and Blockade. It creation was built in the idea of perfect balance of oneself. And to this day, it is the way he held himself, balance.

Placing it in the bag, he moved to the final saber on the wall. Well, saberstaff. Kolk Illuminate was a saberstaff that held many tricks. Its length was slightly longer than most, reaching twenty-five inches. It's hilt was of a shadowy black chrome and was made of Phrik metal to make it lightsaber resistant. Near the emitter of each side sat four, two inch long curves that were sharp. With a press of a button underneath the ignition switches, the blades are released and extend past the emitter, turning the saberstaff into mace/ax weapon. Another trick was its ability to become two separate sabers. Though not an uncommon feature in saberstaffs, the hilts were connected by a small Phrik chain, allowing it to be swung around and extend for an even more unpredictable form of combat. The blades are of a deep silver. This weapon had been made during a time of darkness for Gavin, though not in the idea most would think. At that point, Gavin didn't dive into the darkness. But he began to have dreams, beckoning him forth. After a few nights, he had awoken, and Kolk Illuminate was sitting on his desk. It was the first version, a weapon born of a rising darkness in Gavin. Since then, the first version had been destroyed, making way for this form, an even darker and deadly blade that its birth. Finally, he dropped it inside and closed the bag.

Setting the bag on the bed he went to the wall and grabbed his trench coat that hung there. He slipped it on before reaching for a large blade that hung beside it. Shintara held long length, four and a half feet from blade tip to the end of the hilt. It resembles a large katana, only at the tip now rests two small blades that arch off the topside like dragon's teeth. Approaching the hilt, a part extends up and back to the hilt guard and a curved blade extends off the bottom and back over the hilt. The hilt guard is a dragon's head with the blade exiting it's mouth. The top extension pierces into its forehead. A pair of horns curve back to the hilt while another pair curves down to the chin and meets underneath and seems to hold the bottom curve in place. The hilt in inscribed with runes of power and strength. At the end of the hilt a four point spear extends off the back for an extra place of attack. The blade is made of Phrik. When he went into exile, he gave his brother Shiento. His brother wanted something to give to his brother as a tribute something they could hold and remember him by. In his exile, he recreated the blade, making it far more aggressive looking than it's brother. He gave a sigh before placing it on his back.

Gavin a slow glance around the room. He had called this place home for quite some time. But now, it was time to leave it behind and press forward. Taking up his bag, he made his way through the broken down halls of the ship and to the cockpit, where he jumped out of the glass he had broken and progressed deep into the forest, knowing what lay ahead was the dangerous Shadowlands.

Cody was on Kashyyyk, helping the Mandalorians left on the planet either escape or begin to rebuild what was left of the small colony there. It wasn't a prefered job, but it had to be done and so he had taken the assignment along with his seven other commandos. They had been stationed in Rwookrrorro to direct and transport Mandalorians or anybody else to either the colony or offworld if that was their wish. However they had taken upon a new job recently. Reports had been coming in from all over Kashyyyk of rogue Wookies attacking humans, Mandalorians, and other Wookies alike. So Cody and the seven other commandos had been doing their best. Offering protection, relief, and transportation whenever and where ever they could.

So when the attack upon Rwookrrorro began, they commandos instantly sprung in to action. They worked together, as a team. Moving through the city they retaliated, working their way through the city. As a team they where all but unstoppable. Cody offered heavy fire power, a sniper covering them, and so on and forth. They drove the rampaging Wookies back, helping out the residents of Kashyyk. Finally they came to a place where another Mandalorian, a vode in full beskar'gam was against a tree. Cody gestured at the teams medic, ordering him forward and to the fallen brother. "Sir, are you injured? Do you need medical attention?" Cody asked Jaxxien as he used his heavy repeating blaster to drive back a roaring enraged Wookie. The battle was dying down, the rogue dark side Wookies with drawing slowly in to the trees around them like wraiths in to the darkness. This was clearly not over.