Talen-Jei's bare feet made audible thuds as he stepped down the gangplank of the shuttle. He took more than a moment to breathe in the fresh, unfiltered oxygen of the planet, taking in its whole scent. Temperate forests and jungles, vast seas, open fields. A hunter could [i]live[/i] here, spend the rest of his waking life challenging himself against the environment, dominating it with instinct and skill - to reach the top of the food chain not through right, but through might. 

His thoughtfulness interrupted by the cut-in by a rather official looking dark-haired Human, Talen-Jei set his large yellow eyes on the man, taking a moment to breathe in his scent. The man was aged: old enough to be experienced but not impaired or infirm. His eyes were focused and intense, his stance rigid enough that it appeared a stray gust would snap him in half. This "Zyrell" was no hunter, but a soldier. Talen-Jei saw similar traits in the Stormtroopers who stormed the beaches and treetops of Kashyyk. They slaughtered not out of sadism or brutality. But because they were ordered to do it. Talen-Jei despised such motives for its apathy. Of course, Talen-Jei realized that he, too, would have to adopt such motivations. He was a soldier now for the Rebellion. But in his heart he was a hunter, and no man or beast could change that. 

Talen-Jei did not react with annoyance upon hearing the recruits were to run laps. His limbs ached from being cramped in an unfitting seat for hours. To stretch his muscles would be a relaxant. As one of the Rebel soldiers jabbed his rifle into Talen-Jei's back, however, the Trandoshan let out a low growl of warning, turning his head to look at the soldier in question; who appeared to shrink back slightly. Amongst the recruits, Talen-Jei was easily one of the largest, standing at 2.1 meters with a broad, iron-like musculature. His physique was only bested by that of his Wookiee companion, whom nature had chosen to be the physical superior of the two species. 

Growing silent, Talen-Jei followed the group with long strides, quirking the space above his eye where his "brow" would be as the archaeologist Kelim'tel approached the Wookiee for conversation. The small Human had confidence, Talen-Jei would grant him that. Whether that confidence would have apt results, however, remained to be seen.