Zymon
Don't y'all know nothin'?
The Wookiee council was in an uproar. You could hear it all the way on the surface of Kashyyyk. Another mysterious and unanswered raid left a Wookiee village in embers. The stench of burned hair could be smelled for miles. Male, female, and children alike, none had been spared. The fire had also left no traces of who or what could have committed these atrocious acts. The council was demanding answers. It had been the fifth attack this standard galactic week.
"I can tell you who it was." Roared an elder Wookiee. "It has to be that hermit living on our world. I've been telling you for years he was trouble. We need to capture him!" A majority of the council roared in agreement. Who else could have caused such grief and aggravation. "It may be smart to look to others for backup. This threat could be more than just one humanoid." Others also bellowed in agreement. As plans were being made to stage a search party for their surface dwelling hairless murderer, something else had been going on far below them.
"Get off a' me!" Spat Zymon, as a tach jumped onto his shoulder. Their shrieking could cause him even more trouble should a large predator, or even worse, a Terentatek, use their shrieks to locate a quick snack. He grabbed the small creature by the scruff of the neck and threw it against a large rock formation. It yelped when its' back came in contact with the hard surface. Zymon pulled his crossbow from his back and pull a bolt through its' neck. "Hmph....ain't no four course meal, but you'll make a nice appetizer." He pulled the bolt from the creature's neck and hung his catch from his belt.
"I can tell you who it was." Roared an elder Wookiee. "It has to be that hermit living on our world. I've been telling you for years he was trouble. We need to capture him!" A majority of the council roared in agreement. Who else could have caused such grief and aggravation. "It may be smart to look to others for backup. This threat could be more than just one humanoid." Others also bellowed in agreement. As plans were being made to stage a search party for their surface dwelling hairless murderer, something else had been going on far below them.
"Get off a' me!" Spat Zymon, as a tach jumped onto his shoulder. Their shrieking could cause him even more trouble should a large predator, or even worse, a Terentatek, use their shrieks to locate a quick snack. He grabbed the small creature by the scruff of the neck and threw it against a large rock formation. It yelped when its' back came in contact with the hard surface. Zymon pulled his crossbow from his back and pull a bolt through its' neck. "Hmph....ain't no four course meal, but you'll make a nice appetizer." He pulled the bolt from the creature's neck and hung his catch from his belt.