After the Weequay sergeant shouted for everyone to be on the move, Arriaddik was doing a slow pace. His feet thundered on the ground, kicking up dust. The wind was blowing through his hair, which was nice considering being stuck in a cramped shuttled for awhile. The view was alright too. It was overall refreshing to be on his feet. Too long was he on the run from something, now he is on the run for something. That thought made him smile slightly. There was hope. The Alliance could offer many things. A new future, a new life, vengeance. There was a light tap on his arm. He ignored it, thinking it was a rock he kicked up, until he heard a voice.

[color=1a7b30][i]"Hey big guy, I never got to introduce myself.  The others seem kind of scary to me, aside from the Ithorian, and you were the first one I could catch up with because you're....y'know....big?  Names Kelim'tel.  How about you?[/i][/color]"

The Wook turned his head to face the voice. It was the man in the corner, he somehow managed to catch up to Arriaddik. It wasn't really a feat to catch up to him, he didn't really put effort into the run. He was more of a climber. He looked over the man, although Kelim'tel was friendly and soft, he frowned in return. He understood basic, but couldn't speak it. His vocals didn't allow him to speak such tongues other than his own. "Arriaddik." The Wook responded. To those who didn't speak Shyriiwook, he probably sounded like someone who was trying to growl while gargling water at the same time. He couldn't see any other way to communicate, so he flashed his teeth, trying to smile. He sighed heavily, letting his shoulders sag down.