Cooking Wookiees

[The Cyborg]

A bright orange and purple freighter slowly landed on one of the large platforms of the village Grumparowora, a small town built high in the Worshyr forests of Kashyyyk. It wasn't to odd for visitors to appear in Grumparowora, trading goods or purchasing tach glands and woodworks from the villagers, in exchange for all matter of items. However it was the odd tie-died purple and orange freighter that brought attention of many young wookies, who crowded around the ship, curious.

The ramp lwoered after a few minutes, falling on the platform with a clanking thump. A moment later, with a few adult Wookiees among the young onlookers, a tall droid slowly stepped down the ramp, holding a flamecaster easily in each hand. Instantly, in sight of the weapons, the young Wookiees began to scatter, and one of the older ones drew a bowcaster off his back, giving a quick warning in Shiirywook.

The Cyborg made a sound highly reminiscent of a slice hound, as if mimicing the Shiirywook, in response. While the other wookiees scattered, the bowcaster-toting sentient quickly raised to aim, pulling a clawed finger on the trigger to send a charged quarrel flying towards the Cyborg's head. The quarrel went directly through his forehead and came out the other side.

Nothing happened, other then his eyes flickering for a moment.

"Ooooooh...... Bad dog!"

The Cyborg suddenly raised both flamecasters, while the Wookiee stared in shock, and pulled the triggers. Twin jets of flame burst from the weapons, instantly igniting the Wookiee who began to run around wildly, roaring and bellowing in pain. The Cyborg slowly lowered his weapons, while the Wookiee stumbled backawrds, falling against the thick braided rope that served as a warning rope to stop others from falling off teh platform. The rope ignited as if it was covered in lighter fluid.

While the rope ignited, falling onto the wooden platform rather quickly, other Wookiees materilized from other parts of the village, fillingthe air with bowcaster quarrels.

Soon, the air filled with the stench of burning fur.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The Wookiees had fought valiantly, though in the end almost the entire village had been slaughtered. Platforms were torn into pieces, while flames clung to the tall trees of Kashyyyk's jungle. The bright fire's shine would only grow as it spread, dancing along and easily burning away at the wooden materials that made up most of the culture's constructs. Smoke wafted up from the tree tops, drifting thickly through the air, like an omen of death. Burnt bodies decorated the area, for [member="The Cyborg"] had not shown any mercy, dropping the Wookiee village's population to zero. If there had been any survivors, they had fled a long time ago, leaving behind their smoldering homes which would soon be ash. News traveled quick through the universe, reaching the Republic's ears first in particular. After hearing of the tragedy, Tugoro wasted little to no time, leaving Ossus' Jedi Temple in his super fighter. The slick, incredibly powerful space craft would soar into space, as it broke through the planet's atmosphere. The attack had been sudden and unexpected, the Wookiees did not have many enemies, other than the Trandoshans. They didn't pull things like this, though. This was insanity. A deep hatred began to brew within the Padawan, as suppressed feeling of anger began to emerge.

The star fighter would begin to allocate it's power to the hyper drive, as it prepared to enter light speed. The young Jedi would glare out the view port, waiting for the stretched stars to cease, and reveal his home planet. An hour would pass, Tugoro having gotten rather excited. His fighter would descend towards Kashyyyk, while he imagined the things he would do to the culprit. The youth could not help it, even though such thoughts were definitely against the Jedi way. The Aleph's engine would screech loudly in an iconic Imperial fashion, as it passed over the burning village as a blur. Tugoro's emerald gaze would fix onto the lit trees, in moments he had to gaze upon them. The Aleph's altitude would begin to decrease as it lowered, it's engines having initiated the landing sequence. Climbing out of the cockpit's hatch, the young Jedi would leap to the ground, after securing the fighter. Dressed in his combat gear, which consisted of his Padawan tunic and durasteel attachments, the young Padawan would move out, breaking into a sprint across the jungle floor. His legs would move at an incredible rate, as he raced to save those who were still alive. Bending his legs at the knees, Tugoro would push off of the ground, causing his body to ascend in a powerful force jump. His feet would land against a sturdy branch, which gave him solid footing to propel himself further. He would continue to jump from tree to tree, until he reached the decimated village.

Tugoro would bare his teeth in anger, as they grit against each other in frustration. Spreading his arms out mid-air, the Jedi would land against one of the last stable platforms, which put an end to his strange method of transportation. Glancing down at his belt, the boy would note his three sabers, one being a training model that could not do any harm. One had a longer reach, while the other was a simple shoto model. Closing his eyes only briefly, Tugoro would reach out with the force, giving his mind the ability to sense the other signatures of energy nearby. None, aside from the wild and plant life. After a cross examination, the brown haired lad determined that there was actually another present, though their life force was almost unnoticeable.

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg stepped over a dozen or so charred corpses that once were Wookiees, while the flame consumed the trees around him and threatened to cause the platform he stood on to fall to the jungle below. However, it was sturdy, and it easily still supported his weight, despite the severe damage the fire had caused it. The Cyborg's shrill metallic laughter rang out, whlie his flamecasters belched pillars of flame that consumed a pair of nearby huts that had not yet succumbed to the inferno. He'd been waiting almost an hour, but he was still sure that the main event would make an appearance soon. And even if he didn't, who cared? He'd had enough fun for days in the last hour!

The Cyborg's optical sensors suddenly focused, as some of the low hagngin branches and brush that had not yet combusted rattled slightly, as if being moved by another force. The advanced optical devices that served as his eyes quickly 'zoomed in', looking closely through the brush. A very young Wookiee, probably only four or five years old, was cowering behind the branches while his home burned all around him. His parents had died fighting the invader, his friends were massacred in what followed, his home was burned to ash. And he was alone. Well, not alone...

The Cyborg loomed over the very young Wookiee, a cruel grin appearing somehow on his metallic face. The Wookiee started to run in the other direction, byt quicker then he could move, the Cyborg had dropped a flamecaster, and snatched the youngling off the ground. While the young Wookiee sqealed, and attempted to wrench itself from the cyborg's grips, his shril metallic laughter continued to bubble out of his throat. A moment later, his other flamecaster was pointed at point blank range to the right side of the child's head.

"Buh-bye!"

Three things happened at once. A bout of laughter erupted from The Cyborg. The Wookiee's eyes widened suddenly, filling with tears. And The Cyborg pulled the trigger.

A few moments later, The Cyborg dropped the body of once was a young Wookiee, the charred remains of it's head burned mercilessly to ash.

"Wheeeeere aaaaare yoooooooou?!"

The Cyborg shouted to the burning village. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] would be there soon.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The grip that [member="The Cyborg"] had on the Wookiee child was powerful, one that rivaled even the strongest Wookiees of the planet. The charred body that had been held up into the air would fall limply to the ground, it having obstructed the cyborg's view from Tugoro. He had been standing several metres away, watching with a horrified expression on his face. The young boy's eyes were wide open, while his jaw hung agape, simply frozen by fear and intense hatred. The anger he possessed made it feel as if his blood was boiling, flowing at an incredibly fast rate. It was his adrenaline that caused this feeling, for the Padawan had two optiosn at this point. Fight or flight. He really did debate running, after watching the the obviously insane individual annihilate a mere child. Even so, the amount of hatred he possessed was far greater than his fear, for he had faced many estranged and powerful foes in his time.

Looking around, Tugoro could not help but wonder how many of his friends had been killed. This village was extremely close to his own, one that he had visited on a regular basis. He remembered those he had made friends with at a later date, like @Rowarr and @Kasawaa. Had they been killed too? Of course Tugoro would not find out, until he could thoroughly and safely search the ruins. That would not be possible, unless this robot was stopped. The boy would slowly close his eyes, tears running down his cheeks as he attempted to center himself and focus. It was simply impossible, for all he could think about was destroying the one who had done this. "You're...Going to pay." He muttered out, managing to sound slightly calm. It was more than obvious that he was enraged, and deeply saddened by this occurrence. The Padawan's hand would begin to twitch violently, as he readied himself for combat. Within a moments notice, he would draw a saber of his choosing.

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg grinned again, slowly turning to see [member="Tugoro Taidarious"].

"Oooooh! Look who showed up!"

The Cyborg took a step closer to Tugoro, his foot landing on the charred body in front of him. A quick eries of snaps were heard as his durasteel foot cracked the ribs. Luckily, the Wookiee couldn't feel it anymore.

"You know... I've been waiting for you to show up.... See, if you cmae half an hour ago half your little pets might still be alive!" The Cyborg's shrill laughter rang out, and he took another step closer to Tugoro. He was unarmed, though he had his blaster rifles hanging at his hips. "But, since you took so long to show up..." He stepped forwards again, kicking aside another charred body, which still gripped a smaller one in it's arms. "It looks like all our doggy friends are dead!" The Cyborg's head tilted back, more laughter seeping out of his mouth, raising above the fires that were beginnign to burn out around him. "Nowwwwwww.... I think we have two options, Little Tugoro..." The Cyborg smiled. Everything was going aexactly as he predicted. He'd had a productive day so far; accepted a bounty, massacred a village, and nearly collected a bounty in the past few hours... "You can drop your little glowstick and give up! I promise I won't kill you to badly if you dooooo..... Or! Or you could fight me. You could try to kill me. But, hey, you're a Jedi... You don't kill, do you? Hah! So you could fight me, maybe injure me, maybe cut off a leg... And then I come back here. And I burn down another village..." All this time, The Cyborg was stepping forwards, his speech puncuated with short bouts of laughter. "And another...." He laughed. "And another...." His voice got quiter, as he stepped closer. "And another...." He wasn't far now, almost within reach of a saber..."Aaaaaaand.... PEW!" His robotic limbs moving impossibly fast, The Cyborg swept both of his hands towards his blaster rifles, and had them up and firing wildly at Tugoro an instant later.


(I'm Kasawwa btw. LOL.)

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Such blatant disrespect of the dead. It was at that moment that Tugoro snapped. He had been trying so hard to control his emotions, though it was beyond his control at this point. [member="The Cyborg"]'s cruel and animal-like actions had forced him to his breaing point. Even so, the Padawan would remain still, waiting for the large metallic man to move. All the while he spoke, Tugoro's rage grew stronger, his face having turned red in anger long ago. The fire that surrounded the duo would result in an uncomfortable feeling of heat, causing beads of sweat to slowly drip down the young human's brow. The muscles within Tugoro's legs would begin to tense, as masses of force energy began to pour around them and his body, allowing him to experience reality in slow motion. His reaction time would be enhanced thanks to this, as he examined the metallic figure's body move far faster than he should be able to. Most opponents of The Cyborg's nature were usually slow due to the bulk of their material, however it seemed this was not the case. Allowing the force speed to take over his body, Tugoro would dart to the side with precise, agile and efficient footwork, taught to him during his Makashi training. Even though he did not wield a blade, he was able to utilize it's methods, along with the last minute reactions of Soresu. With his knowledge and usage of the forms, the young Padawan was able to avoid the bolts of energy, they having met a blurred image of him instead.

This was not entirely true, for one of the blasts had scrapped along his arm, against one of the durasteel platings he wore. Thanks to the armor, his speed was decreased, however he aimed to make up for this with his formidable force prowess. The boy was a quick learner, for his mind worked to register and comprehend all details he was able to take in. A black scorch mark would be left on his upper limb, which only added to the uncomfortable heat he had been experiencing so far. The Padawan would draw his arm backwards, preparing his muscles before they swung forward with a powerful blow. The momentum his athletic body managed to build up was impressive for his age, however that did not matter at all. If he had normally punched the cyborg, his hand would've easily been broken. Instead, while it was cocked back, the Jedi had taken the time to concentrate and gather more force energy, manipulating it to form around his clenched hand. Tugoro would unleash the force he had focused within his palm as it swung forward, releasing it in a focused push about the side of his hand. It was not a wide, dramatic display of power that swept across the land, instead it was refined and concentrated. It hoped to slam against the droid's metallic body, and push it backwards with the impact.

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg smiled as [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] dashed out of the way. "Oooooh little Togooooroooooooo! Afraid to stand and fight? Afraid to avenge your friends? Hah! Their deaths werent iportant enough to mean anything, anyway, were they? Just pathetic lower-life forms... Giant dogs....." And then the concentrated force efforts of the padawan slammed in to the Cyborg's chest, sending his heavy durasteel body flying backawrds across the burning platform that was their battlefield. That was more like it. Jedi were fun when they were just Jedi... but an enraged Jedi? Such a fun toy. And so easy to manipulate... So easy to corrupt. It was Little Moeda all over again!

The Cyborg drowned out the crackle of flames that grew again across the platform, his laughter echoing once again through the village as he stood. "Is that all? A little push? Hah! Are you afraid to hurt me? Ah yes... I suppose you would be..." The Cyborg grinned. "A jedi can't kill.... Hah!" He slowly bent over, swiping his flamecaster off the ground where he'd dropped it earlier, and stood up again, smiling at Tugoro. "When we're done here.... Oh, it'll be such fun! I think I'll do the planet a favor!" The Cyborg's smile widened. "I think i'll burn every flea-bitten mongrel off this planet!"

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The force he had gathered up within his hand would begin to disperse after being released, having successfully hit the metallic individual. [member="The Cyborg"] had been sent skidding across the platform's surface, though there was still more than enough space for the two to move around in. Tugoro would continue to move, his body jerking forward in a sprint as his arms lowered, allowing his hands to reach for his waist. The young boy's fingers would pull at two of the saber hilts, both of their handles being the same size. One was his training blade, while the other was the extended blade version. His thumbs would slide over their activation switches, causing two beams of plasma to ignite. They would stand out against the bright flames, for their colors were that of red and blue. Glaring forward at his opponent, Tugoro would notice the man picking up a different weapon. He was not sure what it was, however he would keep his guard up, expecting anything due to the environment they currently fought in. Knowing he stil possessed a blaster rifle, Tugoro's arm would raise, holding his blue training saber up in front of him as he approached his foe. He was prepared to delve into his Soresu stance, in order to swat away any bolts that were sent his way.

His other saber however, would be held at his side as he ran, apparently not being used. It's red, extended length would seer along the wooden platform as he approached. Instead of engaging head on, the young Padawan would shift his momentum, causing his body to alter it's path completely. The shoto saber hilt at on his waist would suddenly begin to tug forth, as he formed a telekinetic grip around it's metallic material. The short beam of plasma would ignite as it was released from it's restraints, flying forward in an attempt to eliminate the cyborg's blaster rifle from the picture.

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg's laugter continued again, while the telekinetically grasped lightsaber cut straight through the barrel of his blaster rifle. "Ooooh! Afraid to come up here yoruself, are you? Have to hide behind your telekinetics?" Without further audiua, The Cyborg's flipped a small switch on the side of the flamecaster, before returning to the main trigger. "Pathetic, isint it? After i've killed all these furbags... You're still afraid to fight me! I suppose their lives meant onthing to you, hmm? I'll make sure to tell that to the other fleabags while I burn their cities to ash..." Ina nother blur of motion, much to fast for a droid, The Cyborg swung the flamecaster in front of where Tugoro stood, expecting him to continue with his force speed, and pulled the trigger. Rather then a spout of flame, a ball of napalm burst from the muzzle, splashing against the wooden platform just in front of [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], possibly even splattering on the boy's legs. "Come here, little Tugoro!"

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Usually, the boy would've grinned at the success of his second attack. The shoto saber would slice through the weapon, before falling to the ground and deactivating. Tugoro would continue to move, despite what [member="The Cyborg"] yelled at him. The robot wanted him to stop running, and that would not happen. Having turned from his straight path towards the bounty hunter, the young Padawan would continue to run on the angle he had chosen, which arced slightly, almost like a quarter of a circle. His sprint continued, though the boy was being followed by the robot's advanced optics and movements. The droid would activate it's flamecaster once again, shooting a liquid-like material, that would seer and flow across the platform, threatening to severely burn the youth's legs. The cyborg would have a small victory, for the brown haired youth would indeed stop running. Instead of moving upon the wooden material, he would leap over it, his feet pushing against the floor in order to send his body hurdling into the air.

The Jedi would land firmly on the wooden surface once again, now on the other side of the droid. His extended blade that had been withdrawn from the wood would once again find it's place, causing a thin trail of smoke to rise upwards, into the ever gathering thickness that loomed overhead. The blue training saber would extend forth as Tugoro's arm lifted, pointing directly at the cyborg. "You're not...Getting away with this."

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg spun around, smiling over at [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]. "I'm not, am I? How adorable! Little Tugoro thinks he can stop me! Hah!" The Cyborg raised his flamecaster with one hand, though he didn't fire, simply keeping it level with Tugoro's lightsaber, his other hand dropping to his side, swinging back and forth like a bored child. "Come on then, Little Tugoro!" As The Cyborg's arm swung back for the dozenth time, this time his hand swiveled on his wrist, snatching a small pink orb off his hip, and flinging it towards Tugoro. "Catch!"

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro's keen eyes would spot the strange wrists movements, for [member="The Cyborg"] apparently tried to use his arm swinging as a distraction. The small pink orb that was within the metallic man's hand was sent forth into the air, spinning rapidly as it approached the young Jedi's position. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The boy's vision would narrow as his eyelids squinted, allowing him to hone in on the strange object that had been tossed his way. It was spherical in design, which made Tugoro conclude that it was some sort of grenade. Bending his legs at the knees, the Jedi would push off into the air, extending his arm to aim it towards the pink sphere. His force jump would lift him into the air above his foe, which gave him a good view of the platform they fought on. Earlier in the fight, Tugoro had dragged his extended saber along the wooden material, which resulted in several broken lines of molten wood, that formed a semi-circle around the robotic man. The crimson and blue colored sabers that the Jedi wielded would deactivate, as he figured this would be his last move.

A telekinetic grip would form around the sphere, holding it tightly and ceasing it's momentum completely. Flicking his own wrist forward, the Padawan would cause it to shoot back at the Cyborg, in an attempt to have it detonate upon himself. The weakened floor in which the robot stood would also cave in if this happened, which would result in Tugoro's foe falling several hundred metres.

 

[The Cyborg]

It was an excellen't plan. However, the pink orb was not an explosive.

The pink orb burst with ion energy, meant to disable [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]'s lightsabers.

The purplish ion energy spread over the Cyborg's body, momentarily deactivating the majority of his systems before his ion buffer kicked in.

The Cyborg's optical sensors flickered rapidly, his limbs falling limp in the few moments before his ion buffer did it's work. Normally, the buffer would work immidietly, making ion energy useless, but the orb was powerful enough to knock out a ship's engines, or take out a squad of battle droids. Which meant Tugoro had about three seconds to react before The Cyborg started fighting again.

Three seconds.

The CYborg's optical sensors began to flicker on again....

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Who was this guy? Why wouldn't he just die?

Tugoro's eyes would slowly close as the ion grenade detonated, which casted a bright glow even as they fought among the flames. It had seemed like his plan would be a success, however it had failed. The boy's teeth would grit in immense frustration, as memories of battles from his past started to flood into his mind, reminding him of his many failures. Sure, Tugoro had won against some skilled foes, though the things that embarrassed the boy were what stood out most to him. Like his hand being severed shamefully, by the hands of a fellow Padawan. One he didn't exactly see in a fond manner. All of the pain, hate, and fear he had experienced in his life would begin to build up, as he figured he was done for. If this one individual could take out an entire village of wookiees, what could one Jedi Padawan possibly do? Tears would continue to stream down the boy's cheeks, as his force aura began to fluctuate wildly.

Pain, hatred and fear...That was all he felt. Nothing could wake him from the coma of negativity he was experiencing at the moment. Everything had become darker, as if his own light was fading. Darkness shrouded the Padawan completely. It was just like that time in the temple, when he had delved into and accessed the latent dark side power within him. Tugoro's eyelids would slowly open, allowing him to glare furiously at the droid who was just beginning to reactivate. Instead of the usually emerald gaze, [member="The Cyborg"] was met with one of a yellow hue, that flared with endless anger. The frustration that had been building would release itself in a scream, for it was the only thing that the Padawan could think to do. He figured there was a possibility of him dying right there and then, but one thing that he was certain of?

"I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU," would ring out across the jungles, as a deafening sonic boom was released, enhanced by the power of the dark side. The boy's vocal power would manifest physically, attempting to surge down ontop of the droid, and impact with him and the platform with immense crushing power. The waves of energy would pulsate wildly, aiming to destroy the platform that the cyborg stood on entirely, which would hopefully drop the insane individual to his death. At least, that was how Tugoro thought it was going to happen. The fall was indeed a great one, but it definitely was not enough to destroy the bounty hunter completely.

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg's red eyes flickered into life a few moments before he released the scream. He'd seen this before. With little Moeda, in fact... That was the thing about Jedi. They just needed a little push... No one should have that much power, the power that 'the force' gave... Because who knew.. One second the 'Jedi' could be defending you, the next the 'Sith' could be killing you. The only difference was the color of the glowstick! The Cyborg grinned as he saw the telltalle yellow of the Padawan's eyes. This was going a lot faster then it did with Little Moeda.... Perfect! The Cyborg resumed his shrill insane laughter.

And the force scream hit him like a truck.

The burned supports of teh platform crumbled under the pressure, sending a large portion of it crumbling out of the treetops. The Cyborg's ship collapsed with him, while the insane shrill laughter, sounding somewhere between a child giggling and an angry cat, echoed through the treetops as it got fainter. As The Cyborg fell.

This was the start of a wonderful game.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The wooden construct would begin to collapse as Tugoro's force scream impacted with it. The mere kinetic force the technique held would send a powerful shockwave in all directions, causing some of the flames that had surrounded the duo to die out. Tugoro watched silently as [member="The Cyborg"] began to fall, many support beams and wooden planks following suit. The Padawan's feet would kick upwards, propelling his body into a back flip that would cause him to move in the opposite direction of the destroyed platform. Tugoro's hair would flap wildly as he descended from the air, landing with a thud against one of the large tree branches. His legs had begun to tremble, due to the exhaustion and fear of the entire situation that had played out. The boy's hands would reach out and place themselves against the wood, pushing his body until he was snugly against the tree's bark.

His chest would heave up and down, for his breathing was somewhat erratic. The powerful, shining yellow hue that had taken over would slowly begin to disperse, as the young Jedi desperately tried to focus on the positive things in his life. Many thoughts were brought to his mind, like the several friends he had made, after being rescued from a life of slavery. There was no way he could let the dark side take over, what would all of his acquaintances think of him? Several people, like [member="Sasha Santhe"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], and [member="Kian Karr"] would appear within his mind, aiding him in his mental struggle. As his irises returned to their normal emerald color, the Jedi's eyelids would slowly close as exhaustion took over, rendering him unconcious while the Wookiee village continued to burn.