The Kashyyyk Resistance isn't an army. It's a promise. A defiant, blood-stained vow that no invader will ever find peace beneath the Wroshyr canopy. Made up of hardened veterans, Wookiee warriors, guardians, protectors, and mercenaries or those lost with nowhere else to go, they fight with no banners, no orders from command—only the unshakable will to hold the line.
They strike from the shadows, vanish into the trees, and bleed the enemy dry with ambushes, sabotage, and sheer, unrelenting ferocity. When the enemy thinks they have them cornered, the trap has already been set.
There is no surrender. No retreat.
This is their home.
And they will bury their enemies beneath it.
They strike from the shadows, vanish into the trees, and bleed the enemy dry with ambushes, sabotage, and sheer, unrelenting ferocity. When the enemy thinks they have them cornered, the trap has already been set.
There is no surrender. No retreat.
This is their home.
And they will bury their enemies beneath it.
