Do You Wanna Build a Treehouse?

[Dax Vizsla]

Rowrakruk, Kashyyyk​

Now that there weren't any Trandoshans around shooting at them and he didn't really have to worry about dying every passing second, Dax was able to take a good look at the base they had fought and almost died at a few days ago.Narir's plan was a good one, clear the place out and take over. With all the trees and animals all around there was something very alien about the place for someone like him who had spent almost all his life in the barren deserts of Tatooine. But he liked that, this was a place that he could call home.

But before that could happen they had to talk to the Wookiees and formalize some sort of understanding with them to allow the Mandalorians to settle so close to their village. The good thing was that a number of badgers had already helped out the Wookiees during their Life Day celebrations, so they were very much in their good graces, if ever there was a time to speak to them, it was now.

That was why he was sitting atop one of the watchtowers surrounding the base, keeping an eye out for the Wookiees who were coming to meet the Mandalorians at the base. They had done some cleaning up since he, Raz, and Narir had shot the place up and gotten rid of the dead Trandoshans, but the place still needed some work, which the others were busy with while he kept watch.

On noticing the Wookiees, he activated his jetpack and flew down to the ground. The Wookiees had rewarded them for clearing out the base, and he had used the credits to get himself a jetpack, and he was in love with it. Making use of every small excuse to fly through the air. But for now he would have to stay grounded for a bit, atleast till their negotiations with the Wookiees were complete.

"They're here!" He announced over the comms to the other members of Solus who were there at the base, waiting for them and the Wookiees to arrive.

 

[Narir Solus]

Narir Solus felt like the last few months had been moving at the speed of light. He had never been "lazy" per se, but it seemed like he had been nonstop busy recently. There was no relief from the missions, but at the same time, it had been quite exciting. Up until they had to clean up dead bodies. At least there were only, what, 5 bodies that needed cleaning. The blood just seeped into the ground, but they had to be buried lest they attract the predators and scavengers that Kashyyyk was so well known for.

It wasn't the first pile of bodies Narir had left behind, but the last ones he hadn't had to clean up, and when he'd gone back to look, the bodies were mostly gone or picked apart. It was an ever-reminder of how hostile this world could be. It was perfect! No one was going to come hunting for them on this world. Atin, Narir's dire badger, chewed lazily at one end of the camp on a leftover bone from the Mandalorian's dinner, which Narir had just finished eating. It's head popped up as Dax heralded the coming Wookiee arrival.

Narir still wasn't entirely sure about the young Mandalorian given he only had one fight under his belt, but he'd done well in that fight, so that earned points in Narir's book. The Al'Verde slipped his helmet back on and pushed himself to his feet, moving over to meet the Wookiees. They seemed... okay. They were large, hairy, and a little bit smelly, but they were warriors, which meant they deserved a certain measure of respect.

Do you speak Shyriiwook? he asked, beginning to pull up a translator on his datapad in case no one else did. Because Narir certainly didn't speak Shyriiwook. @Wit

 

[Magnus Solus]

This was the way things were meant to be. While the armoured boots of Magnus Solus crushed the shrubbery beneath them while he tentatively patrolled the base his clan had fought for. Land that had been purchased nobly, honourably, with blood. The hot air hung heavy with the iron that perforated the visor of the Mandalorian. Initially the mixture had been disgusting to the man, something that would have made him wretch if he was of a weaker constitution, yet fortunately he was a human. He knew how to persevere and triumph on will.

Building up to this moment there had been little to do for the warrior. A hunting excursion had been the reason for their absence from the majority of the conflicts that had ensued, yet badgers need not fear the lesser creatures that paraded around. A trandoshan was little more than an overgrown gecko, a fact they'd been reminded of while they embraced the eternal slumber that Solus would bring to many more that foolishly stood in their path.

Numerous springing net traps had been built in the imposing jungle of Kashyyyk by the trio. Simple constructions, yet they the components were easily provided by the environment: Malleable branches, sturdy vines, and distractions from the wildlife. It was illogical to waste ammunition on a hunt when a good blade and a natural net would do just fine. Hunting on other planets was always a treat, to further learn more about an ecosystem merely by what patterns the animals followed.

On this hunt only a few overly grown native hogs had been coerced by sudden movements and bushes violently springing to life before they madly dashed into the vines that had awaited their blundering legs. After that a simple drawing of the blade across the suspended animals throat helped the struggling animal relent, before eventually submitting entirely to the darkness of the hunt. They did have the privilege of a single long-necked, quadrupedal lizard. The creature had been fast, yet alas, it entered the trap all the time. In the distance there was a deep reverberation as if something was growling without the sound being produced.. yet before any investigation could be conducted, an announcement had been made to inform them of negotiations about to take place with the esteemed Wookiee delegation.

Walking back through the jungle, Magnus spoke to the two that were with him, "Rala mhi haa'taylir meg val ganar pabida at sirbur. Narir va baova e otctea, val ganar shi gi'a etie guhyav vaal mhi narir urakto borarir." They weren't too far away from the meeting point so they had no issue breaking through the treeline just in time for the negotiations to begin. His beskar'gam proudly bore the symbol of the badger on its left pauldron. He advanced towards the Mandalorian delegation, standing close to them, yet far enough from the large beasts so that he didn't have to tolerate their scent. Dried Trandoshan blood was bad enough.

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[Beeo]

"Urakto borarir? Olaror bat, gar cuyir dinuir mhi mr ketye braniyr.". Beeo was only a few steps behind his leader, both for Magnus to lead and for Beeo to watch his back easier. He looked around. Being a trained hunter, much of his life was wasted in forest planets like this. It was somewhat degrading, but also somewhat comfortable. "Bid meg cuyir mhi ielye ne'waadas par?" he asked his leader.

Beeo was more silent and serious then usual, something his teammates could have noticed from experience, or not, from indifference. Even though hunting was what Beeo was all about, he would have rather been after big prey. And much more importantly, he would have rather been after prey that would have mattered. To his team, to the Solus, and to Mandalorians. Like the Sith. Like the Trandoshan.

Beeo noticed his fellow Mandalorian brothers, but out of respect, he left the greetings to Magnus, choosing to give a simple nod to the two men in his sights. Beeo spoke instead, once again with his leader, "Anade ra gi'ah urcir ibi'tuur cuyir cuun Solus vod, staabi?".

 

[Conor Solus]

In the galaxy, all living beings are born with one of two very distinct traits. Philosophers call them flight or fight instincts, The sathog running like a blaster bolt through trails forged by the steps of beasts just like it, was one that would fall in the category of flight. The Mandalorian erupting from the bushes to intercept its path, like all Mandalorians would fall under fight. The two beings followed their nature, the Mandalorian standing his ground, beating his chest in a violent fury while he howled like an animal, and the beast turned tail running tusks first into its imminent demise.

"BAL IBAC BIAI GAR KYR'AMUR A SATHOG MAGNUS!"

Con'or would bellow the words through the forest surrounded in prideful laughter. All while his friends finished the job he'd started sending the beast to the next life. He was still in the moment when the comlink had come alive in his ear. The message it brought him ruining the fun he'd been having. The pilot would roll his eyes beneath his helmet at the mention of the wookies, while Magnus spoke. The group apparently was not to cause issues, but to listen to what the wookies had to say.

Politics had never been a strong suit for the pilot, especially with other species but he respected Magnus and would follow his orders which for now, consisted of holding his tongue. "Miak rala slanar haa'taylir meg malav copaanir" He'd say in a tone that obviously lacked the joy of his earlier moment, before following his group out of the tree line.

 

[Dax Vizsla]

"Shyriiwook?" Dax chuckled as Narir asked the question, raising his hand in greeting to the three remaining members of their welcoming committee who had just arrived, "nah, not a word. But I did pick up something from this gal I met at that tiny pub they have in their village. She liked my bowcaster, turns out she liked a lot more than just my bowcaster." He smirked smugly at that, glad to finally have an opportunity to brag about his other conquests while on Kashyyyk. "Well, long story short, she knew a few Wookiee customs, I might know just the trick to charm out friends."

That was when the Wookiees reached them, depriving Narir of any opportunity to question what Dax intended to do, who stepped forward and spread out his arms as he tried to bark out a phrase in Shyriiwook, trying to remember them as best as he could from the previous night's encounter. There had been other things on his mind at the time, and only when he had finished speaking and notice the looks on the faces of the Wookiees did he realize that he might well have said something else altogether and somehow horribly insulted them.

He was about to turn around to Narir to ask him what he'd just said and how horribly he'd screwed things over for them when the lead Wookiee burst into barking laughter and stepped up to literally lift Dax a few feet into the air as he enveloped him in an enormous hug. Relief flooded in as Dax chuckled awkwardly as the other Wookiees joined in on the laughter as well. When the Wookiee finally put him down, Dax had to take a step or two to steady himself as the Wookiee turned to greet Narir and the others.

"Huuguughghg uughghhhgh uugggh raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg hnnnhrrhhh aguhwwgggghhh uughghhhgh aarrragghuuhw huurh!" Stepping up to Narir, the Wookiee held out a hand for the warrior to grasp in a more grounded greeting. "Huurh huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh huurh aarrragghuuhw uuh huuguughghg wrrhw aaahnruh aguhwwgggghhh aaaaahnr"

Stepping back so that he was besides Narir and the others, he hoped that one of them had activated their translators, because he didn't catch a word of that. "What did he say?" He whispered, "That wasn't a you're dead hug, was it?"

@Phoenix @Myrmidon @Beeo @Con’or

 

[Narir Solus]

Narir listened to what Dax said about the night before and found himself wondering what exactly had happened. Had he screwed a Wookiee the night before? Or just someone who spoke the language? It caused Narir to shoot a side eye toward Dax. Uh... was about all the more he managed to think of to say. There were some thing he just wasn't sure he wanted the answer to, and this was one of them. He shook his head and decided that Dax was just bragging about being with a local non-Wookiee... whoever those were.

Narir was still pulling up the translator when Dax barked out his phrase and the Mandalorian's eyes went wide. He clicked his datapad with more panic to try to find out what had been said when the Wookiees reacted strongly. Narir's hand moved a bit closer to his pistol out of habit, but he didn't draw it, pounding away at the translator when it finally popped up. He let out a sigh of relief when it translated all into good news.

No, we're good, he said, before speaking into the machine. We were glad to help. The slavers deserved what they got, he said, as the datapad began to translate it for him. The Wookiees seemed to agree with him. Wasn't hard to imagine, they'd been pointlessly hunted by the Trandoshans for ages, who wouldn't want the Trandoshans dead if they were on the receiving end of that.

The Mandalorian went on to introduce himself, letting the datapad speak for him before letting the others use it to introduce themselves as well. This was all... oddly cordial. Wookiees were supposed to be brutal, but these seemed nicer. One even shook hands!

 

[Reyna Solus]

Reyna had accompanied her clanmates to the meeting with the Wookiees, proud to help represent Solus in what would hopefully be a wonderful partnership or at the very least, tolerance for one another. She had done her part in helping stave off the Trandoshan menace, lizard blood in fact still stained parts of her armor that she had yet to clean.

As Dax spoke to the Wookiees - who seemed to enjoy what he had to say, which was good - Reyna took a Trandoshan head from a satchel and speared it onto a stick poking out of the ground. She had no words to say, but the Wookiees near her who noticed her actions nodded their heads silently in approval. Reyna nodded back, a look of mutual hatred for the lizards in their eyes, and considered the work she had done here to be sufficient.

She would stick around in case there were festivities after the meeting, her anxiety about just how the meeting was going to go all but subsided given the atmosphere surrounding them. It was a good day, and the Wookiees would make good friends in the trying times to come.

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Daniel stepped forward to talk to the Wookies. If nobody else was going to do it, he might as well. He liked the big furry guys. They had the same sort of simple outlook on life and friends. He cleared his throat and tried to gather his thoughts.

"Hello!" It was not an auspicious beginning as Daniel inserted himself between Narir and a Wookie he thought he recognized. "I do believe that I met a good number of you the other night! It was fun, you guys know how to throw a party that's for sure. Too bad those lizard guys ruined it but we killed some and skinned others so it all worked out in the end." The Wookies all looked very excited and there was much moaning of agreement...or so he thought. The Wookie language was very confusing and he only understood a little.

Daniel thought about what the clan could use and came up dry. He thought about what he would like...which was a house on Kashyyyk and a Wookie pal. It was not a very Mando thought, so he reconstructed it to be a little more useful. He turned to face the group of Wookies as a whole and took a more serious tone.

"As you have seen, we can fight and like to do so...I feel like our people are similar in this regard. We are all great warriors!" Daniel was doing that thing he did where he parroted lines from holodramas when under stress. "So what I was wondering is if you'd be willing to let us set up a little base or outpost of sorts here." The Wookies said nothing and seemed to be exchanging mysterious glances framed under prodigious furry brows. He pressed on, though less sure of himself.

"We all seem to like eachother well enough so I don't see it being a problem! We promise to respect the trees and give you your space, it would be a massive help to us though. We'd even be able to work with you in the future!"

The Wookies grunted and snuffled to eachother for a moment before the largest male Daniel had seen so far stood and approached. Streaks of grey around his muzzle marked him as an elder and long fangs marked him as terrifying to Daniel but he stood his ground. In front of so many of his clan, to run and hid behind Narir would be unseemly.

Hurrrrrrr hurff hrufff hurrrrr. OOORRWARRRRH!! The emphatic cry from the elder Wookie was punctuated by a rough slap, that was probably meant to catch Daniel on the shoulder but he was somewhat less than average Wookie height. In any case, the elder Wookie missed and got Daniel clean on the side of his unarmored head with the pads of his huge paw.

Daniel dropped like a sack of rocks into unconsciousness, but not before he had heard the word "accept". He went down with a smile on his face. He really did like the Wookies.

@Wit

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[Dax Vizsla]

"Brilliant!" Dax exclaimed as the Wookiee's accepted Dan's offer. Narir's words confirming that the Wookiees were happy with them had made Dax hopeful that the negotiations might go well, but Dan had proved his worth and struck while the iron was hot. Dax was going to have to go find that girl from the previous night and buy her something nice, that Shyriiwook training she had given him had really done wonders for them. Who knew that a weird kink could reap such fruit!

"Why don't we give you a tour, we've started cleaning the place up a little and even got some of our famous Mandalorian ale." He gestured towards the main building in the compound and continued talking as the Wookiees began following. "This stuff is so strong that they say even a Wookiee can't handle more than a mug." Though he wasn't sure what they said, it was evident from the tone that they had just accepted his challenge. Looks like another round of cleaning up was going to be required soon, though this one as a result of more joyous reasons.

"Raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh uggguh huurh aguhwwgggghhh hnnnhrrhhh wuuh awwgggghhh uughghhhgh huuguughghg huuguughghg uughghhhgh!" Dax was likewise treated to a friendly pat to the back that almost sent him crashing to the ground. With more laughter erupting from the Wookiees, the party headed indoors to celebrate the new understanding between the two parties.

/End Thead