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Connel Vanagor

Walking warning label, and mild HR violation
Connel Vanagor
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The Burning Canopy
Kashyyyk
Rwookrrorro



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There has to be an end to this.

The canopy city of Rwookrrorro was under attack. Fires, not random, arson had been set over the past few days, bad ones. Kachirho too, but the Shadow Temple was taking care of them, though the city's defenses were strained. The Wookiees fought fiercely to protect their homes, but the relentless attacks suggested a coordinated effort. Scouts were sent to investigate the origin of the fires, fearing an external force sought to destabilize the region and exploit its vulnerabilities.

Connel knew who was doing this. It was Imperials.

Damn Imperials…

First things first, his own investigation right now had to complete itself. He had come across what looked to be the tools and resources needed to set a blaze. It was not yet done though, which meant they would return. He decided to set up a trap using the tools they left behind, hoping to catch them in the act. If successful, he could gather evidence of Imperial involvement and expose their sabotage. The Wookiees needed proof to rally allies and strengthen their defense against this insidious threat. Even the Shyyyo's Heart Tribe.

Show up… I DARE you…

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Allyson Locke

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//: Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor //:
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Allyson hated Kashyyyk. There were too many memories that made her chest ache. She had outlived most of the people that she had met here during the years of the Silver Jedi. One in particular, her closest friend, a second chance with someone who had died far too early.

Standing in the soft soil of the planet, Allyson inhaled deeply, remembering her past, the early days of the Galactic Alliance… everything.

Shaking her head, she pulled herself out of her memories. The trouble of getting old, the thought made her groan. Despite looking still as she did back then, the years weighed on her bones.

Reports from her old connections mentioned a 'Shadow Temple'. From Allyson's knowledge, most of the Shadows had been wiped out — something that weighed against her heart, but to her, the exchange was worth it.

The Jedi could and would rebuild.

Allyson moved towards the lingering Imperial remnants; she was curious about them and this Shadow Temple. She remained hidden from sight and from the Force; furthermore, she could feel the brand burn against her skin as she focused.

She stopped in her tracks. There was someone else, not because she felt them in the Force, but the way things were situated in the small clearing. Allyson narrowed her eyes, wondering where or what was here. How was this set up? Why was it set up?

The only thing she could do was hunt the perimeter. She crept along and paused only to shove one of her arrows into the brush. It hummed slightly with the Force acting as an anchor if she needed it.

Where are you…
 
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Connel Vanagor

Walking warning label, and mild HR violation
Connel Vanagor
Character Bio
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The Burning Canopy
Kashyyyk
Rwookrrorro



Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

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One thing about Kashyyyk. You did not have to master silence to be able to hide rather easily if you knew how to. The forest was a cacophony of life and sound. Rustling leaves. Groaning wood. Clicking insects. Even in a small patch of forest or a canopy city like Rwookrrorro, it was easy to disappear into the noise. The dense foliage and layered canopies provided countless hiding spots, while the constant noise masked subtle movements. This made it an ideal environment for stealth, allowing skilled individuals to blend seamlessly into the surroundings and evade detection without needing to suppress their presence entirely.

It was also easy to get lost in the shadows. The thick canopy above could often either filter or block out the sunlight. This could be a good thing, but a pain if you were trying to wait for something to happen. You had to be patient, and while Connel could be, he did not always have the chance to do so, which sometimes made it difficult to wait for the moment he needed to come around.

Two , no four figures were in shadows around the buildings. Two of them were seen easily enough, the other two were in ambush positions, waiting for the moment to strike. Gamorreans. They were not the most intelligent of species but they were strong, and they were loyal to those who paid them well enough. The question is why were they here? What is it that they were waiting for? It did not take terribly long for the answer to present itself. A family of Wookiees were walking down the street, looking to be well to do, judging by the quality of their clothes and fur. This was a question worth asking considering the fairly recent history of the planet itself. Maybe they were collaborators, maybe not, it did not matter, a child was being dragged into this.

Damn Imperials…

The Gamorreans made their presence known, stepping out, just the first two. Connel was not necessarily going to interfere as he was waiting for his own ambush to show up, but the other two came out and one grabbed the child. The Wookiee father roared in anger, but was quickly outnumbered, the mother was trying but overwhelmed, and the child was being dragged away.

Not happening.

It took four of his five throwing knives to disarm or drop the Gamorreans, but the opening came. One vanished into the shadows with a strangled squeal before his unconscious body came hurtling back out into the others. The other three went into “hostage taking” but that only served to set Vanagor off even more. From the shadows, Connel pulled the one holding the child away and pulled him into the shadows with him, same result.

I don’t want to give up my position, but I cannot let this happen.

It was a dark blur between shafts of filtered canopy light., but Connel lunged through and past the grouping, hitting the Gamorrean holding the wife in the neck and circled back next to the child. All of them would survive, but they would not be waking up anytime soon. The lone thug was left at the mercy of the two angry parents. He ran and ran fast.

Connel looked down at the child, and offered a hand to help and pick him up. The Wookiee child looked shaken up, but unharmed and looked at him with wonder. Connel walked over to the two parents and returned the child to them with little more than a nod.
RAAARRUUURRARARAH

Connel said nothing, but gave a slight nod and turned to walk away before pulling up his gauntlet to show the tattoo of the Shyyyo’s Heart Crest. Not many would recognize it outside the planet. Those who did, knew that there were maybe three non-wookiees who wore that crest.
RAAARRUUURRARARAH

Connel only shook his head as if not necessary and went on his way. He had a mission to complete and had given up his position to save a family. Connel did not regret it, but had to reset.

 
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Allyson Locke

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If Connel hadn't acted, Allyson was going to. Despite the darkness that burned in her heart and the light that bled from her brand, she was still 'good'. Or she liked to tell herself. She watched her bow string drawn taut as the Gamorreans all fell quickly in succession. Her attention then focused on the one falling into the forest thicket. Still, her senses only told her that it was also already taken care of.

Who was attacking them? Narrowing her eyes, she let the cybernetic zoom in on the face of the man speaking with the wookies. The family seemed to know him, or were comfortable enough with outsiders to accept his help even with their child. Her eyes settled back on the trap; it had been sprung, but not for the right people.

Was the man the one who set it?

She weighed her options, and, once the family had disappeared, continuing on their way, she made her presence known. The arrow that was drawn sang through the air, its intent hidden until it was closer to the Jedi. Her aim was purposely off, only meant as a warning shot as she moved her position, in case the Jedi decided to retaliate.

Nowadays, trusting a Jedi was just as dangerous as trusting a Sith.

Still, while he was strong, Allyson trusted her own instincts more. The bow remained in her hand, an arrow prepared and sitting in the quiver as she stepped out of the brush. Another arrow was drawn against the string as she held it up, aiming for Connel's head.

"Nice guy, helping the family out." She smirked as her shape became visible, but her Force presence still remained hidden by Art of the Small.

"Who are you and why are you out here?" Tilting her head, she looked at his gear, up and down.

Another cheshire smirk.

"There hasn't been a Jedi out here near the stronghold in years. So again, what's your business?"
 
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Connel Vanagor

Walking warning label, and mild HR violation
Connel Vanagor
Character Bio
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The Burning Canopy
Kashyyyk
Rwookrrorro



Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

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In his haste to move and disappear, Connel did one thing that he was now regretting.

He didn’t secure the perimeter.

Sure, this was no warzone, but still, if there were four, there would be more. Stupid mistake that he learned all but right away, and fell victim to it. He knew better than to leave himself exposed, yet the urgency of the situation clouded his judgment. Now, he had to assume he was being watched or followed, complicating his escape. Connel cursed silently, vowing to be more cautious and methodical in future operations. Or he would have if he wasn’t stopped by an arrow.

An arrow.

Ancient, primitive, still ridiculously effective.

Not at all random.

The nanite arrow that sailed past him was not a miss, it was an introduction. Kark a Gundark. He sensed nothing in the Force, he saw nothing, not even his HUD was picking anything up, that meant that this individual was a master at what they do. The precision of the shot and the silence of the attack confirmed his adversary's skill. Connel's mind immediately began building contingencies. Escape routes. Firing lanes. Blind spots.

Then he stopped.

If this person had wanted him dead, he would already be dead. No. This was something else.

Then the person, a woman, came out of the brush. Arrow trained on him. When she quipped about him, even if sarcastically, helping the family out, he quipped himself. That carpet was collaborating with Imperials, Mandalorians, and Black Sun against his own people. I wasn’t helping him, I was helping an innocent kid.

He might have time to go for his Lightblaster, a throwing Lightknife, he might not. It might not matter though as if she wanted to kill him, his head would be bifurcated by now. She wasn’t luck assassin, she was not even some smelly local that was hunting. She was clearly something else.

Someone who knew more about him than she was letting on, but that was only hyperbole if he could not sense anything, right now she was either very lucky, very good or a bit of both. Perhaps I am just someone who found a place here? A life? A life away from my old life? Is that so bad?

A grin? Really? What are we, 9? The assertion was a bold one, if his mask was off, he would laugh right now. Interesting question Taking a moment, he glanced back at the introduction. What makes you think that I am a Jedi? You followed them too. You clearly should know why I intervened.

He didn’t move, he didn’t make a move but instincts were ready. He still couldn't feel her. Not a ripple. Not a whisper. The realization bothered him far more than the drawn bow. So, why didn’t you?

 
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