The Arch Wilder
For almost as long as he could remember, Vulpesen had hated the sith. Even when hate was forbidden to him by the jedi code, he had found it coiled in his heart like a serpent, ready to spring. But the sith were the antithesis of everything he believed. They were pure evil and they, perhaps even they alone, were worthy of such vitriol. That had been his staunch belief. That belief was changing as his gaze swept over the charred wroshyr trees and the burned village before him. Cathar. Serroco. Now Kashyyyk and Rodia. Vulpesen considered himself a student of history. Why then was he just now seeing the destructive evil posed by the Mandalorians whom he himself had fought across the galaxy, whether his lightsaber had shone gold or red?
Upon hearing of the planet’s plight, Vulpesen had gathered up a team of wilders, loaded into the Vixen and set off. Of course, he wasn’t blind to the diplomatic issues regarding his actions. But he was allowed a bit more freedom from intergalactic scrutiny. Hopefully by now, most realized he was no longer a jedi, or at least had forgotten that he had ever been one. Still, before setting off to gather allies from home, he had let the jedi know of his intentions to aid with the rebuilding of the village. It was on a volunteer basis, but he had faith that at least some would answer the call to aid him in rebuilding the village.
A roar to Vulpesen’s right took his attention from his thoughts and he turned to see a massive creature of fur and muscle, fixing him with what he could best describe as a sad smile beneath its pelted face. “Hroongar. I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier.” The wookiee roared again and stepped forward to pick the Wilder up in a crushing embrace. “Yeah, I know. Been a while. It's good to see you too.”
Upon hearing of the planet’s plight, Vulpesen had gathered up a team of wilders, loaded into the Vixen and set off. Of course, he wasn’t blind to the diplomatic issues regarding his actions. But he was allowed a bit more freedom from intergalactic scrutiny. Hopefully by now, most realized he was no longer a jedi, or at least had forgotten that he had ever been one. Still, before setting off to gather allies from home, he had let the jedi know of his intentions to aid with the rebuilding of the village. It was on a volunteer basis, but he had faith that at least some would answer the call to aid him in rebuilding the village.
A roar to Vulpesen’s right took his attention from his thoughts and he turned to see a massive creature of fur and muscle, fixing him with what he could best describe as a sad smile beneath its pelted face. “Hroongar. I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier.” The wookiee roared again and stepped forward to pick the Wilder up in a crushing embrace. “Yeah, I know. Been a while. It's good to see you too.”