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[Ariadne Harro]

Spooky Wookiee​

Yavin System​

The stars stretched blue shifted to black as her E-wing emerged from hyperspace. After a lengthy journey with many navigational stops and a few false jumps to conceal her heading, Ariadne had finally returned to Yavin and was eager to get out of her E-wing, get on the ground and stretch, maybe take a nice long soak in the sonic shower. An emergency beeping on the communications console dashed all those thoughts as it picked up an urgent line from Yavin.

"Knight Harro, we have just picked up an emergency distress signal from the Wookiees. A flash flood tore through a war refugee camp and the wookiee's dont have the resources to handle it. Do you have enough fuel to turn around and head there now?" The voice carried over the line, another Knight who was manning the communications. Ariadne glanced at her fuel gauge as she punched in the commands for a course to Kashyyyk. She was nearly running on hypermatter fumes but Kashyyyk was a short jump.

"Calculating... Barely, but just enough." She replied, a pause over the line.

"Come in for refueling and then turn around." The voice sounded uncertain. From the sounds of things the situation on the ground on Kashyyyk were not good. Ariadne could picture a refugee camp in a flash flood. Thousands of beings in panic, what they could gather of their uprooted lives swept away. A memory of the last of her own breath bubbling up and out of her own mouth as she sunk under water came unbidden to her head. She had been saved by a Jedi.

"Negative. Setting course now." Ariadne said as she pulled on the stick and pressed a pedal, banking as she swung around to head back out. She could make it there and help now, so she would. Precious minutes would be wasted landing and refueling. Minutes that some people might not have.

"Harro, you need to refuel. There are reports of dise-" The knights words cut away as the stars stretched and Ariadne launched into hyperspace in her E-wing.

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Kashyyyk​

Coming out of hyperspace on Kashyyyk, Ariadne could see that she wasn't the only one to respond to the calls for aid as a few other random ships and freighters came out of hyperspace nearby. But she was faster than them and her E-wing swept towards the surface as she communicated with the ground, securing herself a platform at the filling spaceport. Landing, her robes flashed out of her cockpit as she landed on the hardwood landing platform, smoothing her brown robe and adjusting her utility belt and lightsaber as she looked around.

"Where do I go to aid with the refugee camp efforts?" Ariadne asked the stressed looking Wookiee tech as he waved an arm and roared. At least she assumed he was stressed, she didn't actually know what a stressed wookiee looked like. Ariadne's brow wrinkled. She also didn't know Shriiwook. "Yes... Thank you." She forced as she glanced from the tech to her ship. "Refill her please, she's almost empty." Ariadne gestured to the E-wing before breaking into a run and dashing off with the Wookiee roaring what she could only assume was an affirmative to her back.

Asking the first non-Wookiee she saw about where to go, she was quickly directed to an elevator that travelled the down the length of the great tree the spaceport was nestled up near the top of, passing a makeshift medical and processing center that had sprung up around the elevator doors where refugees filtered in to the treetop city from below. The ride down gave her a good idea of the situation as she could see the refugee camp quite clearly from her vantage. The flooded out camp was a mess of waterswept tents and crates that floated in the water. She could almost make out figures swimming about, watercraft and repulsorcraft darting too and fro among the chaos as they tried to help whoever they could. The daylight still lit the scene as the sun glinted off of the newly formed 'river' through the canopy of the forest, but shadows were already beginning to be cast. Soon the efforts would have to continue in darkness.

The elevator came to a halt at what seemed to be a makeshift stop, a few feet above ground level and Ariadne stepped out onto what seemed to be a makeshift and hastily constructed dock. Beside her a group of huddled refugees shivered as they were guided into the next elevator to the safety of the city above. She could feel shock and anguish radiating off of the group, and she felt a pull in the force towards the strangers, but she hesitated. She knew that there were many more who needed help out in the running floodwaters and this group had already been saved.

And then they were in the elevator and speeding on their way up to safety. Ariadne expected to feel relieved, but instead felt a shiver down her spine. Something was wrong. Before she could think on her foreboding however, a pair of hands shot from the water nearby and a man struggled as he tried to stay at the surface.

"Help me get him!" She shouted as she stepped towards the dock edge, raising both of her arms to elevate the man's head above the water with a current of the Force that buoyed him up. She slowly pulled her arms towards herself, stepping back on one foot as the buoying current of energy began to pull him towards the dock, his floundering lessening as he felt the energy fields weightlessness carry him across the water. Releasing her hold on him as a Wookiee grabbed hold of him and dragged him onto the dock, Ariadne rushed over to help.

"T-t-t-thank y-y-y-you." The man stuttered through a harsh shiver that had gripped him. "You will be alright now." She said to him reassuringly as she put a hand on his shoulder. The man's teeth chattered as he looked at her arm and he moved to grab her arm with a stronger grip than she expected as she stood up to run off and help the next person who might need help. He held her there for a moment, his eyes glued to her bare hand before releasing her suddenly, looking up at her slightly shocked as his teeth chattered away. The man seemed nearly delirious with fever.

Turning away from him and breaking into a run towards the leading edge of the dock where a pair of watercraft idled, Ariadne looked back over her shoulder only at the enraged roar of the wookiee. She was shocked to see the man's mouth firmly latched onto the wookiee's arm before he was flung away by the wookiee who roared and then shooed the terrified looking man away with a great wave of his shaggy arms. The man ran towards the elevator where some wookiee warriors had cordoned off a que to let people through to the rapidly sprouting refugee centers above. Shaking her head, Ariadne continued on her way to help the rescue efforts in whatever way a Jedi Knight could.

 

[Drastus Drahr]

Drastus had already been planet-side. A few days had passed since he, Max, and Felix were working on settling disputes on the planet. And trying to build up more goodwill with the Wookies, the Padawan had been hard at work with anything from disagreement resolutions, to minor medical aid, even the occasional bout with a Wookie Warrior. He could tell they were going easy on him, so in an effort to get them to try harder, he'd go easy on them. The tactic would draw plenty of laughs and earn him some real attempts. Saying he won more than he lost would be an absolute lie, so he'd never try to utter it. Another bonus of the extended stay, had been that his Shryiwook had started to sound pretty good. The upper body of his armor had been kept in his little lean-to in one of the Wookie camps and his weapons were strapped to the more cultural chest harness of the Wookie Warriors accompanied by the greaves and boots of his armor.

Then the floods came. He didn't waste any time in helping with refugees, either by relocation or fishing them out of the water. In fact, he had been in one of the watercraft still fishing for refugees when he heard a pained roar. A look back to shore and he could make out the form of an angered Loklok, flinging some deranged humanoid from his arm. He'd have to ask the Wookie about that later.

By the time Knight Harro's vessel pulled up alongside theirs, Drast was in full swing communicating with the Wookies in their native tongue. They were currently struggling with pulling a family from the water. A submerged craft that had trapped their legs and started to pull them under the water. Without wasting a second, Drast would leap into the water, a dagger clenched between his teeth as he entered the body with a dive.

He would dive farthest, first to save the young daughter, no more than six who had been submerged first. Diving down beside her, he removed the dagger from his teeth and began to drag the weapon across the fishing net that had wrapped around her. The girl had stopped moving and he had to move quick. Freeing the girl, he shot back to the surface, he looked around and seeing Harro, he'd offer the girl up to her. "She's not breathing! She might have swallowed too much water!"

Behind him, two of the other Wookies were already diving into the water to help the rest of the family.


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[Isen Ramm]

New to knighthood, Isen Ramm was taking some time to enjoy the relative freedom to dictate his own schedule. Just before his master took him around the galaxy for his trials, he had been taught the basics of taming beasts using the force. This was a skill that Isen had wanted to master. On most worlds, in a pinch, the wildlife could provide a great ally for a Jedi like himself. His Kiffar clan was known for mounting the wild beasts of their home planet into battle against other clans, so Isen was hopeful that such an ability would be bred into him through generations of practice.

Isen started his tour of practice on Onderon, a jungle planet home to a plethora of beasts. There were some close calls and, of course, some failures. But, Isen also enjoyed some successes. He was learning more about the Force, and particularly how the Force can be an ally in creating bonds between himself and non-sentient animals. A challenge still remained for someone wanting to tame the wilds, and perhaps, Isen was jumping the gun and being a little presumptuous about his progression with this skill. That challenge?

The ever-dangerous forests of Kashyyyk.

Isen had no ship of his own, which was all well and good because he wasn't much of a pilot either. Despite Master Thral's desire for him to learn to become an adequate flyer, Isen had neglected the skill as he had little interest to learn it. As such, he couldn't take one of the starfighters available to the knights of the Order for his tour of learning. He was forced to scrape up fares for rides from traders, smugglers, and spacers of all sorts. The home of the Wookies offered a variety of exotic meats and pelts, and so it wasn't hard to find a trader that specialized in pelts in Onderon heading to Kashyyyk and didn't mind a little side cash for a passenger.

Isen and the trader were already on their way to Kashyyyk when the distress call came in. The trader seemed a little disturbed about it and considered heading back or rerouting to a different planet.

"The concern is a flood, right?" Isen asked the trader and pilot of the ship.

"Yeah, that's what they say," the trader answered back.

"And the starport is in the canopy, correct?"

"Uh, yeah. Of course."

"Then what's the concern?" Isen asked pretty matter of factly. "I would like to see if I can help. Besides, it could be that sellers want to unload their inventory quickly and get offworld. You might catch a great deal."

The trader thought about it. Maybe the Jedi was right and he could make some fast cash. After they landed, Isen took note of the E-wing. Maybe he wasn't the only Jedi here. In fact, he felt as if he could sense something familiar....Drastus? While Drastus and Isen were not exactly the best of friends, they had been through some hell together, and Drastus's Force signature had left an imprint in Isen's memory. Isen hopped out of the freighter and started to rush his way through the canopy city, getting directions toward the flooded camp.

By the time he arrived, Drastus was trying to pass off a small girl, her lungs full of water, to another Jedi he did not know. Wookies were diving in, but how many people that needed to be saved were there? Isen didn't know, but he wondered if the best choice was to remove that obstacle causing the trouble. Isen reached out toward the vessel and started to exert his energy in trying to lift the vessel itself. If they were trapped underneath it, perhaps they could swim out. At the least, the Wookies could pull them out much easier if they were unconscious. If they were trapped in the vessel, at least they would no longer be under the water.

He could feel the craft twitching and trying to rise up out of the water. Isen was doubting that he would be able to do this alone, and he felt like he should allow the Jedi he did not know might should stay focused on the child in her care. "Drastus! Help me lift the ship!" Isen yelled.

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