A dark scar marks a smoldering wound in Kashyyyk's unique ecosystem.
A brazen attack by House Io destroyed the Silver Rest and set fire to multiple levels of the surrounding worshyr trees. As the Jedi begin their work to rebuild, some Wookies find themselves displaced by the damage to their communal trees. Wildlife shelters find their resources stretched by the native fauna that had their territory reduced to ash.
Four companies, from the Core to the Expansion Region, have banded togetherfor free publicity to bring attention to the plight of Kashyyyk.
...but also good publicity.
The result was :
The young Nautolan stood on the stage.
He could feel the heat radiating from the lights overhead.
All eyes on him.
Drawing in a deep breath, the boy let it out in a slow sigh as he gripped the neck of the electric xantha. His free hand was raised overhead, fingers flexing in a single moment of silence. Only the sound of his breathing. The pounding of his own heart beat. The nervous energy rising like bile in the back of his throat...
Then it was gone.
In an instant, the silence was shattered by a guitar rift that shot out over the crowd. He felt the Force as though it ran through him like electricity. Connecting him to the music. Connecting him to the crowd.
On both the strings and the neck of the instrument, the young Nautolan was a flurry of motion and sound, his Jedi reflexes giving him preternatural precision while the touch of Force Speed that accompanied his movements allowed him an intensity that was inhuman. Behind him, the drums and other instruments kicked in, as the boy's opening rift became an opening bridge of symphonic metal that played out over the course of several minutes. The boy's head-tails whipped back and forth with the motion of his body, as the boy seemed to commit his entire being to the music.
Then he raised his hand aloft, the music slowly fading as the instrumental piece came to its conclusion. A breathless Zak was gasping for air, sweating under the lights and looking out over the crowd.
"Hello, Commenor!"
Adjusting his grip on the xantha, the Nautolan gulped in a breath of air as he braced himself for their first real set. "Is everybody ready to rock?" the boy asked, tipping his head back to flip the head-tails out of his face.
With that, the boy's hand hit the strings.
The sound reverberated through the stadium, the drums kicking in as the song hit. Then Zak stepped forward as his vocals joined the sound. "Who me? No way. I'm not the one..." the boy began, providing the lyrics to the song in Basic.
He changed it up for the second part of the song, switching instead to his native Nautila language.
He might only be warming the crowd up for The Golden Voice that was following his act on the stage, but the boy hoped to give Commenor a good time.
A brazen attack by House Io destroyed the Silver Rest and set fire to multiple levels of the surrounding worshyr trees. As the Jedi begin their work to rebuild, some Wookies find themselves displaced by the damage to their communal trees. Wildlife shelters find their resources stretched by the native fauna that had their territory reduced to ash.
Four companies, from the Core to the Expansion Region, have banded together
...but also good publicity.
The result was :
WOOKIEE AID
sponsored by
Corellia Digital | Offworld Exports | Sasori Research & Design | Lucerne Labs
featuring
Zak Dymo
of Underground Revival
Dak Hobson
...and more!
C O M M E N O R
The City of Anteluma
sponsored by
Corellia Digital | Offworld Exports | Sasori Research & Design | Lucerne Labs
featuring
Zak Dymo
of Underground Revival
Dak Hobson
...and more!
C O M M E N O R
The City of Anteluma
The young Nautolan stood on the stage.
He could feel the heat radiating from the lights overhead.
All eyes on him.
Drawing in a deep breath, the boy let it out in a slow sigh as he gripped the neck of the electric xantha. His free hand was raised overhead, fingers flexing in a single moment of silence. Only the sound of his breathing. The pounding of his own heart beat. The nervous energy rising like bile in the back of his throat...
Then it was gone.
In an instant, the silence was shattered by a guitar rift that shot out over the crowd. He felt the Force as though it ran through him like electricity. Connecting him to the music. Connecting him to the crowd.
On both the strings and the neck of the instrument, the young Nautolan was a flurry of motion and sound, his Jedi reflexes giving him preternatural precision while the touch of Force Speed that accompanied his movements allowed him an intensity that was inhuman. Behind him, the drums and other instruments kicked in, as the boy's opening rift became an opening bridge of symphonic metal that played out over the course of several minutes. The boy's head-tails whipped back and forth with the motion of his body, as the boy seemed to commit his entire being to the music.
Then he raised his hand aloft, the music slowly fading as the instrumental piece came to its conclusion. A breathless Zak was gasping for air, sweating under the lights and looking out over the crowd.
"Hello, Commenor!"
Adjusting his grip on the xantha, the Nautolan gulped in a breath of air as he braced himself for their first real set. "Is everybody ready to rock?" the boy asked, tipping his head back to flip the head-tails out of his face.
With that, the boy's hand hit the strings.
The sound reverberated through the stadium, the drums kicking in as the song hit. Then Zak stepped forward as his vocals joined the sound. "Who me? No way. I'm not the one..." the boy began, providing the lyrics to the song in Basic.
He changed it up for the second part of the song, switching instead to his native Nautila language.
He might only be warming the crowd up for The Golden Voice that was following his act on the stage, but the boy hoped to give Commenor a good time.
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