The Kashyyk Front

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Mission Name: The Kashyyk Front
Mission Location: Kashyyk
Mission Difficulty: Hard
Mission Objective: Arrest or eradicate the Sith gang that is imposing on the local wookie population. Complete this thread.
Mission Slots: Yinch and Moroi

@[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]


Yinch stood on the boarding ramp of the small 4 person transport and tapped his green foot. His little arms crossed over his chest as he waited for his Padawan. The small green knight was far from annoyed but he knew it would bug Moroi to see Yinch was there first for once so he made a show of it.

The mission was on Kashyyk. The Wookie homeworld. Yinch had watched his Padawan grow and learn quickly, but it was time to have a field lesson in Ataru. Using the form could wear out a Jedi quickly and Yinch wanted to give a few lessons to the young human.

A Sith gang was rumored to be harassing the local peoples and what better place to expand your saber skills than against Sith? Yinch checked his small weapon and went back to acting impatient. This was going to be fun.

 

[Moroi Wareyasui]

Moroi LOATHED starships. At no other point in his life was Moroi late, to anything, but he would be late to this mission. Of course, "late" was a mere two minutes, but @[member="Yinch"] was both impatient enough and simply that kind of person to consider two minutes late to be completely late if it meant he could be annoying about it. Moroi's suspicions proved to be right as the small creature was sitting on the top of the ramp and impatiently tapping his foot. Yeah, the looked about right for his Master. A exasperated sigh escaped the boy as he made his way up to the boarding ramp, effortlessly moving around the small surface area that the tiny creature covered and took a seat in the small transport. Moroi truly did hate these things, being in a small pressurized can and flopping through the vastness of the space was considerably less pleasant than simply existing comfortably on the ground.

Their assignment was an important one though. Moroi had not been given much information, the council gave the mission details to Master Yinch directly, probably expecting him to fill Moroi in himself. The piece of information Moroi did know however was a single word, "sith." If he was being sent on a mission to fight the sith, then the situation was rather serious and they had faith in the young Padawan's ability to survive or the Jedi order was severely understaffed. Perhaps both, but if there were genuine sith, he would not be able to rely on Master Yinch to protect him, this was serious violence he was going to have to be prepared for and he would need to mentally prepare himself in a pressurized can flopping through the vast vacuum of space. Lovely.

"Where're we going, Master?"

 

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@[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

Yinch smiled and shook his head as his Padawan moved past him. He was already enjoying himself. The green Jedi hit the door switch and walked in as the ramp closed.

"To Kashyyk we are going." Yinch said happily, "to the land of your haircut."

Yinch walked by and made a bee line for the cockpit. It was literally just the two of them unless Moroi had smuggled Asa on board when Yinch wasn't looking and that meant Yinch was their pilot.

"The co-pilot you are Moroi." Yinch called from the cockpit, "how much you love flying I remember, but unless Asa you have brought, my co-pilot you must be."

Yinch chuckled to himself as he began the preflight checks. He hadn't flown since the hit and run mission with the rebel alliance against a Imperial outpost. This was going to be fun.

 

[Moroi Wareyasui]

Moroi did not dignify the comment on his haircut with a response. He had a perfectly suitable, non-Wookie quantity of hair. In fact, relative to his body, Yinch had considerably more hair than he, simply by merit of his body being eighty percent head. Moroi grimaced slightly as the ramp closed, completely encasing him in this steel death trap. A soft groan escaped him as Yinch hastily waddled toward the cockpit, blowing past him much like he had done to his master not five seconds prior. @[member="Yinch"] was apparently determined to not let Moroi wallow in silent despair however as his raspy little squeaking came from the cockpit with a command that Moroi was less than enthused about.

The boy slowly got up and made his way to the front of the ship, setting himself down in a rather frustrated manner next to Yinch. He was not doing a very good job of hiding his displeasure nor his queasiness while his eyes scanned the landscape around them, enjoying the few moments he had left of the natural beauty of his home before he would be sequestered in the open cesspit that was space. From all reports, Kashyyk was a beautiful place and the promise of an arboreal climbing paradise was the only thought keeping him going, though at this point he almost wished he had been able to smuggle Asa on board. She's at least make Yinch more bearable.

"Fine, but when I vomit I'm aiming it at you."

 

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[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

Yinch stood on the pilot seat as he fired the engines and let them warm up. He looked over and frowned.

"If vomit at me you do. Vomit back I will." Yinch suddered, "please no."

Yinch hopped of the seat and grabbed a bag that was too big for him and tossed it to Moroi.

"Survival gear, a blaster carbine and a few grenades this is." Yinch said as the engines warmed, "not sure of numbers the council is. The local tribe, help us they will but up to us this will be."

Yinch hopped up into the pilot seat and grabbed the steering yoke. He looked at Moroi.

"Say good bye to the ground you should." He joked, "Heh heeh, a good time to practice meditation this would be."

 

[Moroi Wareyasui]

Moroi's head rolled back on the headrest as his master threatened him with retaliatory regurgitation. Of course, the logistics of his threat were not quite as devasting as Moroi's. At Yinch's eye level was Moroi's knees, at best he could puke on his shoes. Moroi on the other hand had a whole host of targets to hit. He might not rival his master as a Jedi, but he definitely had the advantage when it came to bodily excretions. The bag hit him hard in the sternum, quickly causing his eyes to wheel accusingly on [member="Yinch"] with a spark of annoyance. After watching his master hop back up in to the pilot's seat, Moroi flipped open the flap on the bag, giving it's contents a good look. The survival gear and the grenades were sensible, but the addition of the carbine drew a raised eye brow from Moroi. They were Jedi, rarely was there much of a use for blasters. A lightsaber could neither explode nor protect them from the elements, but it could kill someone and there didn't seem much use for a blaster with that kind of power. The boy's eyes twitched gently at Master Yinch's next attempt to annoy him and his response came just as quickly and just as sharply as they had before.

"Meditation would require silence, Master, so that's more or less out of the question. Should I find you a booster seat?"

 

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[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

"Then quiet you should be, yes?" Yinch said with a grin. "Or you, my booster seat may become."

Yinch with that he turned the inertial dampeners up to 100% for fear of projectile stomach fluids and began their ascent. In a moment of seriousness Yinch had a thought that might actually help his Padawan with his conection to the force.

"Tried lightsaber kata meditarion have you?" Yinch asked. It was his job to guide the Padawan closer to the force after all and Moroi couldn't get closer with out opening himself to the flow of the force. "Ataru, much help from the force you need for it. Meditation, very important it can be. Practice your form while clearing your mind and letting the force flow through you you must, or come back from this mission we may not."

Yinch felt awkward for not putting a joke or jab into any of what he just said. So he piped up again.

"Never forgive me Asa would." He said as he chuckled annoyingly.

 

[Moroi Wareyasui]

"That just sounds like an uncomfortable flight for both of us, Master."

Moroi was going to have an uncomfortable flight regardless and as they began their ascension in to space, it took all of Moroi's self control...and muscle control, to keep the fears of Master [member="Yinch"] from becoming a reality, barely managing to keep his food down. As they finished clearing the atmosphere of Tython and broke in to space, Moroi finally deigned to breathe. He didn't like the actual flight any better than the take off, but he was going to have to breathe sooner or later and he wasn't sure he would be able to hold it in the whole way to the Wookie world. Then his Master caught him completely off guard. He wasn't sure if his incredulation, as he slowly turned to stare wide eyes at his teacher, came from the fact that Yinch seemed to say something serious, or that Master Yinch actually had a good idea, or maybe event he fact that Moroi was quite comfortable sitting in the passenger area not ten minutes ago but he had to run up to the cock pit to play bloody co-pilot, which in essence just meant sitting up front where he was in proper tormenting distance. So, thunderstruck, Moroi could only nod and slowly push himself out of the seat to make his way back to the large hold. He froze for a moment as Yinch brought up Asa and, regrettably, decided against smacking the little nuisance on the top of the head.

Despite his annoying behavior, Moroi did greatly respect Master Yinch and perhaps it was most noticeable in the weapon he chose for himself. Mentally pulling his lightsabers from his belt to his hands, Moroi ignited the weapons with a soft hum. His mind trailed back to the spar he recently had, the woman named Sam, she seemed to utilize meditation like this almost seamlessly, how did she do it? Moroi tried to relax, to simply give himself over to the force, but he struggled, continued to do so. He was too independent and self-centered a creature it would seem. A small, aggravated click of the tongue came from him next. Perhaps if he just started going through his forms it'd come to him, he doubted it, but it wasn't going to hurt to try and maybe it would distract him from the space flight. Moroi let his lightsabers drop, angled toward the floor, and he took off. The boy took a quick jump forward, spinning in the air before delivering a harsh cross slash in front of his body before catapulting himself up and over his imaginary opponent and slashing again at his hypothetical shoulder blades. Landing, Moroi dropped his center of gravity low, and kept his centrifugal motion moving along the ground before rocketing up again and throwing a powerful round house kick through the air. The boy repeated these motions, trying his best to remain as quiet as possible through it all, but he wasn't really communing with the force any more than he usually did. It was helping him forget that he was in the most inhospitable invention in the history of sentience however.