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    Twilight on Kashyyyk

    The hyperjump between Kashyyyk and Onderon was a small one. The group leaving the sparsely populated Onderon made it longer by taking a few extra jumps and coming towards the Wookiee homeworld from a different direction.

    They also were not traveling in only one ship, choosing to spread out their numbers on two space worthy vessels. Razielle Shadana was on one, her ship carefully purged of any identifying marks. The group was hungry - hungry for blood.

    As the sun set behind the planet, the two ships coasted in towards the atmosphere, avoiding radar contact with each other. To anyone watching the skies, they'd appear as a radar blip, until they fired their engines to break amto.

    By then, it would be too late.



    oh what a tangled web I weave


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    Jared Mriad
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    I hate wookiees.

    Jared looked out one of the ship's viewports down upon Kashyyyk. He was dressed in blacks, as the usual for him and gave questions to weither the man had any other variations of clothing, with the addition of a interesting weapon attached to his right arm. The overall design of the device resembled a gauntlet from the Old Worlds, but this variation was reconstructed and fabricated to hold three parallel saber blade with a slight variation so that the width between the bases were exeeded by the width at the extremeties. The articulated finger-plates, saber guard, and gauntlet were acid-etched and then coated in cortosis for a damascus-like finish. In short, if one needed a image to base their imagination with, they could refer to the Predator wristblades.


    He turned away from the 'port and crossed over to a seat where the wristsaber device waited patiently in a black canvas bag, he flexed the Force slightly and moved it over enough for him to sit in it's place. He heard the breifing, if you may so call it that, and he understood the objective: Havok.

    That was a funny word.

    He liked it.

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    Zachariah Darmok
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    Sitting a few seats down from the notorious Jared was the infamous Zachariah Darmok who, for some reason, people had no words for. They seemed to avoid him like he was some sort of extremely bad smell, of course this did not bother the Mage, he enjoyed the sollitude of his own thoughts.

    Darmok much disliked the perpose of this mission, to simply cause as much havok as possible but he went along for the ride because his 'Master', that delightful Vampire, had asked him to participate in the events. Simply killing for no apprent reason was simply to trivial for the likes of the Dark Mage, he saw no point in its worth and yet he was here.

    Bored.

    Darmok wished he had brought his text along to read.

    A good book always made the journey so much more easier.

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    A little ball of fur stirred in the corner and a head popped up. Alf, the newest member to the Kuklos Ataxia, stood up to his full measure of three and a half feet. He wasn't really all the impressive when you looked at him like this, but when he got mad, strange thing happened and that is why he was there. Lilaena De'Ville had taken him in to train him to be a Sith. This way he could kill two bird with one shot. Learn to control the strange stuff and also to get back at all the people who kept him in slavery, but that would come later, right now it was just training and doing what his Master commanded him to do.

    A lot of people would look at this is a strange deal, trade one type of slavery for another, but what few didn't understand was the power he would get from this slavery. The little furball walked over to a window and had to jump on the ledge to see out of it. Yeah, the power I'm going to show all those things down there, he thought. Alf hated Wookies, because they were a distant cousin of his, and they looked down on his race. Well he would show them. He hadn't been trained that much, but it was enough. Oh, what a sight this is going to be. He would show them that size didn't matter, not anymore.

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    De'Ville fired thrusters as the atmosphere of the forest planet tickled shields. They were already in under the planetary shield, should it be activated. Alf looked up from the corner of the ship, and beside him as unlikely an apprentice seemed to be sleeping. Gash was ... a giant, and Alf was a tiny furball. Razielle's ship, with Darmok and Mriad, followed suit, firing thrusters as they broke atmo.

    The two ships flew tandem, toward their target. A large city in the enormous trees, but one without a Sith Order military presence. At least, as far as their intelligence went, there was no garrison located there. De'Ville grinned, and powered up the plasma cannon, strafing the city as they went over, and then took the ship around once more, landing in the middle of the chaos she'd created.

    Chaos could serve a purpose. Today it served to remind the Order just how fragile their hold on these far away worlds was. And how easily they could be wounded. "Ready or not, we are here." She hopped out of her seat, kicked Gash to make sure he was awake, and handed Alf his blaster. The apprentice had not earned a lightsaber yet, so he'd have to make do with what he had. Couldn't have him cutting his own limbs off.

    De'Ville hit the ramp controls, and the ship opened to a smoke filled arena full of angry and/or wounded Wookiees.

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    Gash
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    "BOOyeah!"

    Thump.

    Thump.

    Thump.


    Three massive steps brought the eight-foot-three Anak to the bottom of the ramp. One hand remained under his coat; the other brandished a metre-long durasteel mace.

    Crackkk.

    He'd moved pretty fast - meaning pretty slow for anyone else - and with a single blurring blow had discouraged the forerunners. At least four broken bodies were everywhere.

    His Force-senses were tingling at the presence of so many enraged minds. It was, to say the least, annoying.

    "Stupid - buzzing!" he yelled. "Get out of my head!"

    The other hand came up.

    With a repeater, fifty years old but still six feet of military-grade firepower, clutched inside it.

    And the Wookiees began to go down.

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    Razielle Shadana
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    Kashyyyk not one of the places Razielle ever thought she'd be going on a pleasure cruise.. She didn't have much experience with the wookiee race, but she would have plenty of opportunity soon enough. She had agreed to come along on this little endeavor for two reasons; one to gain more experience - wookiees were reputed to be quite strong, and two- it would give her a chance to get to meet some other of the Circle she wasn't well acquainted with yet.

    One of them sat just a short distance away from her. Jared Mriad He probably knew she was watching him. Her eyes critically assesing what she saw. For a second they alighted on his weapon of choice. Interesting..

    Her gaze slid like a carress from Jared to Zachariah. His thoughts were closed to her, but from body posture and expression alone she could sense he wasn't thrilled about what he viewed as a mundane exploit. She opted to comment on it.. "Look on it this way, you can explain to me the workings on your particular branch of the Force and demonstrate the techniques on the wookiees?"

    They should be arriving soon. Then she would get to see how well she fared against a hulking mass of hair. Joy...

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    Aranor Xometh
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    "What the frell?" There was more that he could have said but that's all that came out following the sound of cannon fire from up above. As if the lower levels weren't exciting enough for him, now there was booming from above that would likely work to rattle the denizens just a bit more. Sure, it was a long way down, but it was loud enough to disrupt the delicate balance of nature down here.

    Armed with a blaster and a small vibroblade, the man seemed to crave a death wish. But after a few of the dealings with the less cordial wookies topside, he figured to take his chances for just a short while longer.

    Aranor was not native to Kashyyyk, as was evidenced by a distinct lack of fur covering his entire body, the fact that he spoke Basic, and that he was just under six foot in height. He had been brought to the planet by his mentor just a year or so ago, where he was to be taught privately in the ways of the Force. Not aligned to any faction, his mentor felt it better to remain in seclusion, despite the immediate dangers of the lower levels of the Wookiee planet. They would help to bolster his abilities, he had been told.

    Yeah, a lot of good that did. His mentor had been killed about a month ago during one such 'bolstering,' leaving Aranor to fend for himself. Now, it would have been just as easy for the man to leave the planet, save for one thing. His mentor's lightsaber. Not that Aranor could really use it all that well, or that he would likely be able to find it again, but it was something that he wanted. Perhaps it was as something to remember his mentor by, perhaps it was simply because he wanted it. After all, it seemed a might more capable than the vibroblade he had.

    As far as his training went, he'd managed a decent enough amount of control to suggest that the Wookiees just leave him alone when he needed it, save for a couple that still aided him. He didn't understand a word they said, but when he brought something up from the underworld, they gave him food. Fair enough trade and it had kept him alive so far. But with the sounds up above, he wondered if perhaps it wasn't time he just give up the quest and move on. He had a fair amount of certainty that the natives would be extremely restless topside.

    He didn't need the Force to come to that conclusion.

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    Alf
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    Alf followed his master out and looked around. He could see the wookies and had to say he was impressed. He had seem them before and they were a distant cousin of his species, but they had never shown any mercy towards them, and just that thought alone filled him with anger. He held up his blaster and took careful aim and let loose a volley of shots. Three total and three hit. Unfortunately only one took a wookie down and the other two only made them extremely mad.

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    Jared Mriad
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    Jared had felt her gaze indeed and had to refrain from glancing over to her, settling for rolling the armored fingers with the soft sound of metal upon metal as the ship decended. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, then exhaled that very same breath with a barely visible smile crossing his lips. The prospect of a future massacre tipsed lightly on his mind, he didn't mind the slaying of brutes - it was the feriocity now that he craved, not the strength of the opponent.

    The ship landed on a very malleble cushion of Wookee flesh of those who crowded around the first vessle. As soon as the landing gear settled, Jared stood up and covered the distance between the seat and rear hatch. He paused at the control and turned torward the other occupants.

    "Don't be so glum, comrades. There's only a couple hundred beasts sitting outside - this'll be grand..." He spoke, grinning. He punched the ramp controls and watched as the ramp lowered, the fingers on the gauntleted arm curling together into a fist - a snap of his arm was all that was left before he could really start to have some fun.

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    De'Ville sliced a Wookiee's bowcaster in two before the male could get off a shot, and swiftly decapitated him. Spinning around, the Dark Jedi danced between two huge opponents, ducking a punch that would have taken her own head off, and slicing the offending arm in two pieces. The Wookiee howled in fury and pain as the limb flopped wetly to the tightly woven ground, and rushed her again, trying to pin her up against the second creature.

    "Yaaargh!" De'Ville stabbed backwards with her blade, leaving a smoking hole in the stomach of the second Wookiee. She caught the fist of the charging Wookiee in her bare hand, his claws bringing the first of her blood to the outside air. Then he was gone, the pressure wave she'd initiated in the Force blowing everything down around her in a complete circle.

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    Zachariah Darmok
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    Darmok departed a moment or two after Mriad and as the ramp dropped, saw the destruction of the first ships member's dealings. Wookie's flesh, body and bones littered the gloomey, rain sodden ground. As Mriad made his way out with his most interesting weapon, Darmok stepped out calmly and looked around with his lips curly at one side.

    ' Perhaps this will proove to be entertaining after all...'

    Raising his right hand to chin level, palm upwards, fingers bending slightly inwards, Darmok created a small, glowing white sphere which spun extreemely quickly, crackles of small bolts of lightning flicked and sparked before it raised from Zachariah's palm and flew off away from the Dark Mage with the noise of a squeeling pig.

    The ball suddenly stopped about ten or so feet away from Darmok as if it was deciding which way it should go and then suddenly bolted off in the direction of a wookie who was starting to turn his attention on the newly landed group, the ball hit him at a tremendious speed and inbedded itself in the wookies' chest. The wookie roared in pain, but it was to late.

    The ball exploded ina hail of electical bolts and sparks and the wookies body seemingly went with it, sending the body in a million diffrent directions, showering the dark siders in blood rain and flesh.

    ' Not bad...' Darmok commented in himself.

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    Alf
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    Alf jumped between two more wookies and turned in mid air, firing two shots, dropping them both. Maybe he wasn't as strong as the others, or as big, but he was small and fast. He ducked and ran between another's legs and turned and pushed the creature into another, knocking them both down. As he turned around, a wookie climbing claw came a dug into his back and threw him into a group of Wookie's.

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    Aranor Xometh
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    The natives were restless. The two wookiees that were guarding the lift that he usually used howled in rage, quickly pulling the gate shut and moving to ascend.

    "Hey! Hold up a minute!'

    Of course, they weren't listening to him. No, they were more concerned with getting upwards to their city proper to figure out what was going on, or to help others escape to the lower levels for a time. Aranor wasn't sure which was the case, save that he was getting left behind. Not something he cared for at the moment with all that actually *lived* down below.

    Short jaunts were fine, especially when the lift was there to take him up or the guards to help kill whatever was coming. Not that it was a planned pairing, just that they didn't feel like dying anymore than Aranor did. Or so he assumed.

    Still a good twenty yards from the lift, Aranor quickly bolted towards it, hoping to get there in time before it was out of his reach. He closed his eyes briefly as he ran, trying to focus on what he had learned, albeit an incomplete learning process. He could hear the pulleys squeaking as a little more force was used to get the lift upwards and in a basic last-ditch effort, he concentrated on the power that was within him, buried or not. Leaping at the last minute, his hands caught the floor of the lift, almost slipping away once but finally holding.

    He contemplated climbing into the lift with the two wookiees, but decided against it. He was strong enough that he didn't worry about not being able to hang on, and with the unknown wreaking havoc up above, he valued a bit of anonymity. About halfway up the journey, Aranor began thinking about how to get from beneath the lift once it arrived at the top, and what he would do when he succeeded.

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    Gash
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    Wookies to the left: spray left. Wookiees to the right: spray right. It was really quite simple, and really quite effective. The other Darksiders' assaults were majestic to behold - the envy Gash felt at some of those tricks was beyond compare, especially that messy lightning thing - but he was racking up easily the highest bodycount.

    He brought up his mace hand to wipe the biomatter from his eyes and mouth, then strode further away from the ramp, making his own little hollow of destruction with the repeater and dealing with survivors via the huge club. With a certain adroitness, he finally slid the gun on its strap around into the small of his back under the coat, and taking a two-handed grip on the mace hilt, he waded in.

    A low, chuckling growl escaped him as he spotted a fun foe; a chocolate Wookiee who matched him for height and possibly mass as well. The Ryyk artist - the way he held those huge blades confirmed his skill - was heading towards De'Ville and Darmok and the rest, although he hadn't yet gotten within fifty yards.

    Gash intercepted him.

    For a moment they just stared at each other, exchanged a set of grunts that transcended language barriers, and looked mean.

    For a moment they clashed.

    For a long, long time, Gash watched the big Wookiee fall with a crushed skull. He felt nothing but joy that he'd done so well.

    And then the massacre went on.

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    Alf
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    Alf scrambled between everyone's legs as he tried to escape the angry Wookie, but his injured back wasn't really making it any easier. In fact it was making it worse, as his blood started to make it slippery.

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    Razielle Shadana
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    The last to exit the ship, Razielle simply sauntered down the ramp. The majority of the wookiees had been drawn off fighting. They neither sensed nor smelled the undead menace about to come down upon them. Even though many had fallen, many more of the smelly beasts were arriving to roar about their fallen. For someone with heightened senses this place was loud and smelly, to be quite blunt.

    Rolling her eye's, Razielle snapped her arms out to the side, her nails extending into curved vampyric claws. With a befanged grin she leaped the remining distance onto the side of a tree and began her attack. The first wookiee tried to climb after her. Plunging her taloned hand into its chest she ripped its still beating heart out and laughed as its body crashed to the forest floor.

    Sinking her teeth into the heart she took her first tentative sip of wookiee blood. It was potent, that at least could be said. It filled her with a primal instinct to rend flesh, not that she didn't already possess such tendancies. Other than that it clearly lack the flavor of say... a Jedi Padawan, ripe with intellect and ideals. Tossing the offending organ away she sprung from the tree to the ground to meet the next foe.

    This one aimed its crossbow into her face. Before it had a chance to go off, she slammed the heel of her hand into its arm, resulting in the wookiee shooting its own foot. With another throaty laugh, Razielle slashed her fingers through its gut, spilling out intestines and viscera.

    Oh, this is fun...

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    Jared Mriad
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    Jared waded through the front lines with mere effort, the trio of blades attached to his arm singing a song of hums, screams, and bloodshed. His first oppressive encounter was with a burly beast several heads taller, then again most of the Wookee's were several heads taller than himself. Jared's first strike was caught and pulled in by the Giant Fuzzball. 'GF' as we'll dub him drew back his free fist to clobber Jared's skull in, but hadn't factored in that the Sith apprentice was much more than he let on.

    In an instant, Jared's free-hand held a curved shiv which whipped up and cleanly separated flesh on the Wookee's wrist that held his weapon. Suddenly free of restraint, Jared drove the three saber blades into the Wookee's gut and threw his arm out. The beast dropped quickly, clutching at the charred and uncharred vitals that started to seep out. Jared's next kill was a simple decapatation followed by cutting the legs out from another. A sweeping whirlwind of red and humming.

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    Alf
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    Alf tried to jumped out of the way as the decapitated Wookie's body feel towards him, but his left foot got caught under th body. Great. Now I'm loosing blood and I'm stuck, the little fuzz thought. Well might as well make the most of it. He pressed his body close to the Wookie's and slowly picked out a target and squeezed the trigger of his blaster. He missed, but atleast the oversized rug couldn't tell where the shootig was coming from.

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    Aranor Xometh
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    The moment of truth had arrived after a rather lengthy trip upwards, one that he did not want to take in reverse as it would not be nearly as lengthy and most definitely would be painful. Just before the floor of the lift might threaten to pinch off his fingers, the dark-clothed man reached for one of the ropes in the pulley system, waiting until the lift stopped and the wookiees left before climbing up the last distance.

    He peered over the edge of the floor to gauge what was going on, and after that, he still had little to no idea. Someone was killing wookiees, a lot of them. Just a few people and one smaller furry-looking thing. An ewok? No, not nearly skittish enough though it was close. Regardless, the wookiees would not be concerned with him, and he just might be able to make it to his ship to get the frell out of here.

    Might.

    He finally climbed up the last little bit to end up on the floor of the lift, remaining in a crouch while he continued to survey the situation. Glancing down, he decided that the vibroblade and blaster were little to no defense if this group decided to come after him. Not sure why they would, but why were they going after wookiees? For the time being, the man remained just where he was, out of sight and out of the line of fire. There, he would figure out how to get past the attack and to his ship.

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