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Life Debt

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Aryn Teth

The Shadowlands, Kashyyyk, Mytaranor Sector, The Mid Rim
Interacting With: [member='Dewbacca']

Much of Kashyyyk had been made safer since the arrival of the Silver Jedi Order, and the building of their new temple. But the Shadowlands were vast and untamable even for the order and all its resources. The dark forest floor of the planet was a foreboding and dangerous place, even rarely visited by the local Wookiees for fear of the vast and in some cases ancient dangers which lingered on the surface. And yet, the currents of the force flowed strongly through the Shadowlands, the wealth of life almost creating an overpowering sense to those who felt it, yet to Aryn it was a boon. As he stepped carefully along the thick roots of trees and over the fog-covered grass, he listened carefully to the constant calls and echoes of the creatures across its surface.

He had come to meditate, to reflect, and yet as he wandered, he heard a sound which should not have been there. Blaster fire. Ducking down into the fog, Aryn began to creep through the grasses, his hand coming to his belt as his fingers brushed over the hard metal of his saber. He had not had the weapon long, but his time practising and learning as he built it had not gone entirely to waste, and he would be confident enough in its use if it were required. Creeping between the roots of one of the massive wroshyr trees, Aryn narrowed his eyes as he spied what he was looking for. He counted five trandoshans, all appearing heavily armed. He felt a twisting feeling in his gut as he looked over them, three large cages sat empty, with fur-covered bodies spread out outside them, only in the fourth did he see a still-living prisoner, a large Wookiee whom he could tell felt a mix of fear and rage.

Two of the Trandoshans stood outside the last Wookiee's cage, seemingly mocking the creature as the other three worked on looting the other bodies. Taking in a deep breath, Aryn stood from his hiding spot and wandered towards the group, lightsaber behind his back as he waved his other hand, the locks on the Wookiee's cell coming undone as he spoke up to the captors. "Not exactly the best spot for a hunt, friends." He hoped that the Trandoshans would not immediately resort to violence, but doubted a peaceful resolution was likely. If he had been that naive, he wouldn't have unlocked the Wookiee's cell, after all...
 
KASHYYYK, THE SHADOWLANDS




​The remaining furry beast inside the Trandoshan cage was the Wookiee known as Dewbacca. His name translating to Fierce Ally, and that is most certainly what he would be. He was not your usual seven foot five and two hundred and seventy five pound ball of fur that roamed Kashyyyk, no. Dewbacca was of course raised as a Wookiee Warrior but never felt as if it were his calling, despite his natural gifts when it came to combat. Instead fortune was something he so desired, a lust for life and adventure. That is what brought him to the Shadowlands after all. Searching a place in which you are expressly told not to go is something he cannot shake. He wasn't inexperienced at thirty-eight, but for a Wookiee he was still young.

Whilst exploring the vast jungle, wide and deep as it was, he came across Trandoshans. The rivalry between the two species was still a constant, capable of lasting centuries if not millennia. Though before he could act he found himself a prisoner, and now inside a cage. One that he rattled against as the Trandoshan Slavers taunted and tested the soon-to-be carpet. Then a voice spoke aloud, taking their attention, and his latest shake against the cage had the door move wide open, and furiously so. The door knocked away one over-sized lizard, having it careen down into the dirt, meanwhile Dewbacca lifted one other above his head before slamming it down onto another. His non-understandable Wookiee roars echoing throughout this portion of the jungle.

Two of the Trandoshans fixed their attention onto the Jedi, moving in for the kill themselves, firing their blasters whilst charging at him.

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Aryn Teth

The Shadowlands, Kashyyyk, Mytaranor Sector, The Mid Rim
Interacting With: [member='Dewbacca']
Aryn supposed he shouldn't have blamed the Wookiee for its rather drastic outburst of violence against the Trandoshans, after all, they had killed the Wookiee's party and were likely to kill it as well, still, things certainly would've been easier had he been able to take the diplomatic route. Of course, this didn't seem like it was going to be the case with the Trandoshans. Seconds after the Wookiee sent the first three to the ground, Aryn could see the others raising their weapons. In a flash, he brought his hand from behind his back, igniting the pale blue blade of his lightsaber as he caught the first bolt and sent it scattering to the forest floor below. Focusing, he shifted his grip as the second shot came, twisting his grip at the last moment as the bolt shot back towards the Trandoshans, glancing one's shoulder as it staggered back for a moment.

Towards the cage, the Trandoshan thrown by the door began to get up, grabbing for its rifle and firing a shot at the Wookiee while it was distracted by the two trying to get up after being thrown down on top of one another, both moving rather slowly after the injuries they'd sustained from the sheer strength of the Wookiee. As the first Trandoshan reached Aryn, he sliced upwards with his lightsaber, cleaving the barrel right off the hunter's rifle before slashing upwards against, leaving a deep gash across the slavers' chest as he watched the hunter spin and fall back onto the ground.
 
What could the Jedi expect? Wookiee's weren't particularly known for their patience and passive attitudes.

After throwing one Trandoshan down onto another Dewbacca began to approach the two downed Trandoshans to finish the job, his steps moving at a slight jog to close the short distance, but during this moment he recalled the Trandoshan knocked down by the door itself. He turned to face it, his Wookiee eyes going wide as the blaster was pointed right at him, and a shot was fired. The red blaster bolt impacting with the furry shoulder of Dewbacca. His meaty paw clutching the wound as a pained roar was given out, but there wasn't much time to react, something had to be done.

Dewbacca entered a rage of sorts, barreling forwards and snatching at the Trandoshan who's reptilian eyes went wide with fear. The Wookiee hoisted the Slaver above his head as it hissed, snarled and spoke to it's fellow slavers. Though they were cut short as it's head was slammed into the ground, turning into a mushy goop. Yet there wasn't much time to react to this as well for Dewbacca shifted his grip towards the leg, swinging it around and hurling it in the direction of the two Trandoshans that attempted to stand up, only to be knocked right over again.

Whoever this mysterious stranger was, Dewbacca would be eternally grateful.

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Aryn Teth

The Shadowlands, Kashyyyk, Mytaranor Sector, The Mid Rim
Interacting With: [member='Dewbacca']

As Aryn moved past the body of his first defeated foe, he saw that the second Trandoshan before him, seeing that the slaver had swapped out his rifle for a vibrosword. In a way, Aryn was pleased, fights like these had always been his forte, and even though he was capable of avoiding blasters to a far greater degree now, he still preferred blades. Bringing his saber up, he met the vibrosword of the Trandoshan, who leaned forward suddenly in a headbutt, sending the Jedi staggering back. Recovering himself, Aryn felt the faint taste of iron from his lips as he shifted his saber carefully in his grip, allowing the Trandoshan to move first. Bringing up his saber, he met the charging stab and thrust the Trando's blade aside, spinning around as he shifted the saber in his hand and thrust it backward, feeling the resistance as the saber pierced clean through the slaver from behind. Feeling the weight of the body, he pulled his saber away and allowed it to fall, looking over towards the Wookiee.

Aryn could see that the Wookiee had no trouble dealing with the first Trandoshan, but as he had gone to do so he could see the other two had ample time to get up and get their weapons. Though the Wookiee threw the body towards them, sending them flying back to the ground, he could see that the Trandoshans had already gotten their shots off. As the bolts flew through the air towards the Wookiee, time slowed for Aryn, he could feel the force echoing and flowing through the Shadowlands, through him, urging him forward, to act. Thrusting his hand out, Aryn closed his eyes and focused on the force, and on the bolts themselves. When he opened his eyes, he could see plainly that both bolts shimmered strangely in place, halted entirely a few feet before the Wookiee.
 
Dewbacca flinched. Two bolts came in his direction and it was certainly going to kill him, or at least cause it's fair share of pain. Though they instead didn't move, frozen in the air just ahead of him. With a perplexed look his gaze shifted from the blaster bolts to the Jedi himself, able to know that it was his doing by the extended arm. If this happened years ago then the Wookiee would of had no clue as to what this sorcery ever was, but now with the Silver Jedi Order residing on Kashyyyk, it was clear to him that Aryn Teth was definitely a Jedi. As for the Trandoshans, the same look came from them, unable to truly comprehend what had happened.

Though this time of relief didn't last much longer as Dewbacca stepped around the bolts, stomping viciously and wildly onto the two Trandoshans that were trapped beneath their ally. His brown fur coated in the thick blood of the lizard. It was a ghastly sight, but not to the Wookiee Warrior. This was a proud day, but a sombre moment, and a time of offering.

Once it had all ended Dewbacca exited his rage, turning to the Jedi who had saved his life. Speaking in a language he unfortunately didn't understand. Jedi were rather empathetic, however, perhaps he could garner that he was happy and relieved and speaking in such tones.

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Aryn Teth

The Shadowlands, Kashyyyk, Mytaranor Sector, The Mid Rim
Interacting With: [member='Dewbacca']
Aryn watched as the Wookiee stepped around the blaster bolts, lowering his hand as he saw the bolts continue their journey, slamming harmlessly into a distant tree and leaving black burn-marks. When he glanced back towards the Wookiee though, he almost instantly looked away, considering the violent sight that was before him. On one hand, Aryn was unsurprised by the Wookiee's fierce and somewhat bloody retribution against the Trandoshans, yet on the other hand, he regretted the necessity of their deaths. Still, he knew full well that the deaths of the Trandoshans prevented more innocent lives being lost down the line, and so he was comfortable in his own actions to see to their demise.

Glancing back towards the Wookiee as he heard the creature speak, he gave the large alien a warm smile. Aryn was not even remotely fluent in Shyriiwook, and as the Wookiee spoke to him he understood absolutely nothing, but he gathered the happiness and relief in the creatures tones, he could feel it through the force, and so enough meaning was conveyed that the situation was not entirely a loss on him. Deactivating his lightsaber, Aryn hooked it to his belt and gave the Wookiee a nod. "Just pleased you're safe, big guy. You should make your way back to the tree-tops as soon as possible though, plenty more dangers down here." With another nod, Aryn turned and began to make his way back towards his ship, unaware of the bond which now connected the two.
 
The Wookiee spoke back in response to what Aryn had to say, but of course it was lost on the human as his animal growls, barks and roars were an entirely other language he didn't seem to understand. Though luckily enough the Jedi happened to answer what Dewbacca said originally, instilling the idea that he spoke Shyriiwook into the Wookiee's mind. The larger than life individual made his way towards the small encampment the Trandoshans had, fitting back on the bandoleer and rearming himself with the Bowcaster. The life debt had been made, and as a result he followed the Jedi and would continue to do so.

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