Tʜᴇ Mᴀʀsʜᴀʟ
The Wookiee could only shake his head at the display he just saw. He could not help but agree with his shorter, Togruta companion. The man -- no, boy -- was too immature and had seen far too many adventure holos. He watched as the Forceling used her abilities to heal the man's injury. Chewurra then looked down at her through his helm as she lightly scolded him about his rifle stance. He gave a little snort of amusement before positioning his bowcaster in a "correct" stance.
((Is that better?)) He spoke, a hint of sarcasm in his Shyriiwook.
The scion of Clan Lok then drew his attention over to the other miners and people seeking freedom from their oppressors. In his mind, he thought back to all of the history that he learned as a wookling. The Wookiees had been under the thumb out of various empires and slavers. In a way, the workers were not much different. He saw members of different species among their numbers, all exploited by the corrupt corporations that had their claws over Hamra's mining industry. His helmet then returned back to met Anashja's gaze.
((So long as they have indomitable hearts, and a want to be free of their shackles...)) He spoke carefully, ((They will be ready. ))
He paced some before looking her dead in the eyes. ((But are you ready to help lead them?))