Aryn Teth
Hellwalker
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...