The Cyborg
Inactive Character
Word of the destruction that came to Grumparowora spread across Kashyyyk like the fire that obliterated it. As there were no survivors, no one was quite sure what exactly happened to it. Most of what was left was charred remains of houses and buildings, a good portion of the main platform was destroyed, fallen into the Shadowlands. No one was willing to go down to the deepest level of Kashyyyk to search for more evidence. Corpses were charred beyond recoignition. Large and small. Man, woman, and child. No one was spared.
At another village, not far from Grumparowora, the sun was beginning to rise over the canopy, sending it's warming beams to welcome the villaeg's inhabitants to morning. A few early risers were awake in their homes, preparing themselves for a day they would never see. The Cyborg had made his way back to Manaan after his ship was destroyed. Taken a merchant's vessel. Repaired his body where [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] had wounded him. Then he researched his new toy.
In another village, not far from Grumparowora, the sun was beginning to rise over the canopy, it's warming beams wakening some of the early risers. The bridges and platforms of the village were virutally empty this early in the morning, only a few of the town's inhabitants emerging from their homes to start a day they would never finish.
A merchant's vessel, a familiar sight to the Wookiee village, landed on one of the outskirting platforms of the town. No one knew to fear the tall droid that stepped down the ramp, and made his way across the rope bridges that connected platforms. Sure, some gave him odd looks, wondering how the droid got here, why he came unwelcomed. But the Wookiees are typically a peaceful people. No one stood in his way. Until one did. A Wookiee covered in long black fur, a Ryyk blade hanging at his belt, confronted the droid. Who was he? He asked. Why was he here? The Cyborg was all to happy to awnser the future drain clog. A swift movement mucht o fast for a droid sent metal fingers clasped around the Wookiee's throat. The choking sound he made while fumbling for his blade attracted attention from all the village. Another quick movement with the Cyborg's hand grasped his victim's blade, stabbing it through the Wookiee's gut. Every Wookiee awake at the undgodly hour of morning reached for their weapons. They would be next.
"TUUUUUUGOOOOOOROOOOOOO! I'M HERE TO PLAAAAAAAAY!"
At another village, not far from Grumparowora, the sun was beginning to rise over the canopy, sending it's warming beams to welcome the villaeg's inhabitants to morning. A few early risers were awake in their homes, preparing themselves for a day they would never see. The Cyborg had made his way back to Manaan after his ship was destroyed. Taken a merchant's vessel. Repaired his body where [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] had wounded him. Then he researched his new toy.
In another village, not far from Grumparowora, the sun was beginning to rise over the canopy, it's warming beams wakening some of the early risers. The bridges and platforms of the village were virutally empty this early in the morning, only a few of the town's inhabitants emerging from their homes to start a day they would never finish.
A merchant's vessel, a familiar sight to the Wookiee village, landed on one of the outskirting platforms of the town. No one knew to fear the tall droid that stepped down the ramp, and made his way across the rope bridges that connected platforms. Sure, some gave him odd looks, wondering how the droid got here, why he came unwelcomed. But the Wookiees are typically a peaceful people. No one stood in his way. Until one did. A Wookiee covered in long black fur, a Ryyk blade hanging at his belt, confronted the droid. Who was he? He asked. Why was he here? The Cyborg was all to happy to awnser the future drain clog. A swift movement mucht o fast for a droid sent metal fingers clasped around the Wookiee's throat. The choking sound he made while fumbling for his blade attracted attention from all the village. Another quick movement with the Cyborg's hand grasped his victim's blade, stabbing it through the Wookiee's gut. Every Wookiee awake at the undgodly hour of morning reached for their weapons. They would be next.
"TUUUUUUGOOOOOOROOOOOOO! I'M HERE TO PLAAAAAAAAY!"