The world around Arriaddik was in chaos. The stench of death and fire filled his nose. Bodies of his fellow Wooks were strewn among his path. Some of the bodies were holding on to their children and others were holding on to their weapons, attempting to defend their families. Stormtroopers were going house-to-house, taking out anyone who remained within their huts. It was a horrific massacre set before him.

"There's one! Blast him!" A trooper ordered his squad, they fired from across the bridge Arriaddik was going to make his way to. One of the bolts was so close to the Wookiee that it burned some of his fur down. He immediately took cover behind a make-shift barricade that previous Wooks made to defend themselves. Their bodies made claim to that. Arriaddik peered over the barricade with his bowcaster at the ready. He fired several shots at the troopers, taking one out and making the rest take cover. Blaster shots continued to go all around him, it seemed to be more than what started.

Silence. The hail of bolts had stopped. Arriaddik once again decided to look over the barricade, only to see several Wookiee warriors used the chance that he made for them, and took the troopers out. He was glad to see his fellows live and well, but he still had to keep going. He ran to the bridge, making his way down it. A terrible howling sound echoed throughout the village. Arriaddik turned his head to face the sound as he was running, but it was too late.

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[center][h2]Back to Reality[/h2][/center]

He shook his head, breathing heavily. "[color=00aeef]Don't go back.[/color]" he thought to himself. It was several months ago when the Galactic Empire either enslaved or massacred the Wookiee population on Kashyyyk. Those whom were enslaved were sent to work on the Death Star or on cultivating food on Kashyyyk for the Empire. The once proud race of Wookiees were now reduced to nothing but animals.

Arriaddik looked over the other passengers. He was quick to notice the Trandoshan, he kept his back to the wall, in case the scum decided to clamp a collar around his neck. Trandoshans are ancestral enemies to Wooks. They have been fighting for centuries. Arriaddik wondered why a Trandoshan was joining up with the Rebellion, instead of hunting down fugitive wookiees for the Empire. 

There was the Ithorian who wore a rather striking garment. Most were of the same kind, other than obvious Mandalorian, Arriaddik had encountered many who called themselves a Mandalorian in his life time, most of them were not particularly friendly. A man who was fascinated with himself in the corner made Arriaddik even more so on edge. Lastly, there was the woman who seemed more normal than the rest of her kind that was aboard the ship, but something about her drew his attention. The rest didn't peak his interest, they all seemed to be a mixture of what the Galaxy had to offer.

"[i][color=1a7b30]So, who here is ready?[/color][/i]" 

Arriaddik looked at where the voice came over. It was the man who was fascinating himself. He got a glimpse of what that man was fascinating himself with, a datacron. He was rather familiar with these devices, for the Claatuvac Guild had used them. Which reminded Arriaddik of what he had on himself, some of rather high security and importance. It was kept inside a container that was clipped on his harness that he wore. Instead of answering the man, he simply waited for the ship's door, it was easier that way. Not many outside Wookiee's understood his language. He shouldered his bowcaster in readiness to disembark.