The forests of Kashyyyk are legendary in all rights. They have birthed enormous, terraform-inflicted trees from the fertile womb of their soil. Mighty heroes have been crafted from the noble cultures of their natives. Historic battles, crucial to galactic history, have played their scarring hands amidst their lush fingers.

If one, at this time, were to find themselves within these wroshyr-wrought jungles, they would likely have their feet soaked in its marshy floors. Traveling further, the basic scenery would not change for the speculator, but the marvel of its bizarre beauty might strike by this time. It was, in fact, this beauty that drew in one particular being, whose presence had gone unnoticed by all except for himself and the gargantuan flora.

Deep inside the heart of one of these great forests, smoke still rose from the mutilated rings of one horribly abused wroshyr, . Its entire entity, save for the massive stump remaining only as a reminder, had been rent from its loving family by some clandestine harvester, leaving a painful gap where its arms once linked with brothers and sisters.

Its sap, through whatever means had been executed to rob nature of its wonder, had hardened and dried, making it possible for the human sitting in the center ring to linger without being fastened eternally to its once-lovely physique. This pathetic, lonely creature at its previous core was set in a seemingly meditative posture; legs crossed, head bowed in thoughtful reverence. However, upon closer inspection, the young man was grieving for reasons unknown even to himself. Salty tears fell from his emerald eyes, nourishing what remained of life in the tree. His head was clasped tightly in his pale, bony hands, and his fingers were spread throughout the long, spiraling, red hair that fell to his shoulders, which heaved uncontrollably with the occasional cries and moans that soared to the infinite skies alongside of the smoke.

His attire suggested that he came from the philosophic and occasionally warrior-oriented order of the Jedi, though his disposition hinted at a much different upbringing. A long-sleeved under tunic, grey in color, was worn to hide the shameful bandages on his forearms. A sleeveless black tabard, held tight to his body by a belt, bore silvery buttons that struggled to find light to reflect into the dark, swampy surroundings. Plain grey trousers tucked into the black combat boots that protected his feet.

He was Od Revus, Padawan apprentice and friend of the late Jedi Master Draught. Suspicions of his being a Jedi would likely be confirmed if one were to sight the two cylindrical metallic objects that had been polished white, and outfitted with black leathery grips that lay on top of his folded robe.

It was here, in this place that teemed with life undiscovered, though still inevitably robbed of it, that Od searched for meaning of his own. Perhaps something to preoccupy his tortured thoughts, and get his mind set to a different gear.

Perhaps a fight…


((So, it has been awhile since I have done any RPing. All of my writing has been on a private project, in which I worked out some flim-flam flaws on my Jedi character, and I just got a yearnin'. Changed his name too. Aaanyway, this is open to anyone who wants to join. Your character doesn't have to be a product of the Star Wars universe or anything.))

A flash of lights, smoke from the air, sirens, flames. Only a crashing plane could make such a ruckus. So it came into sight, a small space craft, in the shape of a star, As we all are aware of from our science classes, stars all die out eventually, and this star was looking at it's death being in the next minute. An inordinately way of putting a plane crash, yes, however it's rather fitting, no?

The star hit trees on it's way to the ground, and as it did, brought them down. As the star-shaped ship hit the ground, dirt kicked up from the ground, flying into the air and slowly falling back down to the ground. A wail of steam came from the contraption, as a hatch from the top of the star opened up. An arm shot out from the hatch, and soon a full body. A tall man, about 6'4" climbed out of the ship, but he wasn't human, that was for sure. He had human characteristics, but he was two gaunt to be a human, and of course, his feline tail.

The man stood jumped down to the ground next to his ship, his purple hair flowing as he dropped. His head shined when sun hit it, due to his visor on his head. A silver visor, with a red line running across it. The man wore a large pirate coat, that was blue and purplish, with golden tassels and buttons. His undershirt, a light blue silk shirt, a nice one even. His pants were simple silk and cloth, more for comfort rather than protection, while his boots were mechanical and looked compact, yet very isolated.

The man looked up and saw the only other living creature in sight, a man. The cat man ran over to the other man, "Where are we?" He asked, unaware of his surroundings. He stood up straight and laughed, "Crash-landed on a planet I don't even know the name of." He smiled, his mechanical cat ears moving up and down, in some sort of excitement. "By the way, the name is Kozmic Kat. Nice to meet you."

A crash from above brought Od to his senses. He jumped to his feet, while his eyes searched the skies for the source of the uproar, but he knew almost immediately before looking what had transpired. The outcry of yet another of nature’s gorgeous freaks shrieked through the Force, causing the young Jedi to double over, covering his ears in vain attempt to block its horrific pain. A nightmarish sigh of dismay crawled from his lips, and with every new tree’s undeserved splintering the sigh grew into a sort of screech.

By the time the star-shaped craft struck the life-rich soil, the fragments of wroshyr wood had fallen to the ground. Many struck Od on his head and shoulders, but, thankfully, none were large enough to cause any significant damage. His demeanor had suffered considerably, however, and his breaths were becoming more and more rapid, accompanied by the occasional wheeze. In his state, he could not tell whether he was still confused, or if his bafflement had evolved into a state of rage.

He knew to control such emotions. This was a remnant of the teachings he had gathered while still in the Order. Of course, when pushed to such extremes as he had been, one’s control can only keep for so long before exploding.

His eyes still probed the sky, frantically searching for proof that this had been a misplaced illusion of some sort. The shattered treetops seemed to be weeping, asking him to mend them, but he knew that his power was far too insignificant to do so. His insignificance was the reason he was such a mess.

The life form that had seemingly originated from the small ship approached, and Od Revus quickly gathered his emotions, seizing them in a precarious grasp. He wiped his face on his sleeve, hoping to somehow cover the tracks of his recent tears. In attempt to play off his unusual behavior, and somehow make it out seeming normal, he spun about on his left heel when a question was summoned by the purple-haired specimen.

A babbling answer was all the Jedi could afford. “Th-this is, uh… um… This is Kashy-shyyyk.” After managing to spit the awkward answer, he shifted his arms into an awkward position, rubbing the left with the palm of his right hand. When presented with further conversation, and also with the knowledge that this being was a good seven inches taller than himself, Od panicked.

“Y-you crash landed?!” He started, his speech becoming slightly clearer and clearly angrier. “Do you realize what kind of atrocities you have committed in your carelessness? What could possibly have inspired you to be forced into such a horrific crime against these wondrous beings, Mr. ‘Kozmic Kat’?” With the last sentence, he outstretched his arms, as if clarifying that the beings he spoke of were surrounding them on all sides.

Kozmic Kat looked around, his tail perking up along with his ears. "Wounderous beings?!" He said with a glee, yet a worry in his tone, due to his unknowing of these beings of higher value. "All I see is really exotic greenery." He said, holding up his hand up above his forehead, as he looked around the forest. His actions were, rather over the top.

He looked back to the man in front of him, and took the hand he was keeping over his eyes, and put it on his chin, his other arm coming across and holding his arm up. "I hope I didn't hurt any animals or anything, that wouldn't be good at all." He then put his arms down, now able to get to the other things said.

"As.." the word was drawn out, as if to be a holder in conversation while he pondered something in his head, "..for having to crash land. You see, my plane's engine malufnctioned, and I couldn't possibly control it. No sir, quite the unstoppable force, an out of control plane." He put his hands on his hips, looking over to his ship. "I feel bad though, now I have to fix the darn thing, and this place doesn't look like it has any parts. I don't really know how I'll get off with it."

He sighed, and mumbled something to himself about flying.

The frustration in the young Jedi’s mind once again found itself bellowing into something much greater. Od reached his index and middle fingers to his temple, massaging it in gentle circles so as to avoid any of the fiery irrationalities hovering about the sea of his thoughts. His understanding of the simple minds that did not care for life, as he, was far from taking any form. With this notion in mind, he ignored the final few sentences that the intruder expressed, and interjected with his own opinion.

“Sir,” he started, his voice barely filtering through clinched teeth. “Perhaps your view has been narrowed by the wearing of others’, but life in its infinite wonder is not limited to beings that can move about freely on legs, as we, or can express themselves in a vocalized manner, as we. Life pours from all beings, and is connected through the patient grace of the Force, which is something most sentients fail to recognize in their lust-laden greed.”

With the final statement, managing to punctuate it with alliteration, the human youth scanned the tops of the behemoths once more, disheartened further as he realized the harsh reality of loss once again. A few of their limbs hung by tiny fibrous strands, ready to topple to the soaked forest floor at any given second.

“Furthermore,” the Jedi continued, glaring again into the eyes of the feline-like man in front of him. “You should never fly a craft that is not in a guaranteed state of safety, as it is not only your life that you endanger with such rash acts. I feel that you probably deserve the fate that you have been handed down.” A light chuckle, with a hint of malice, emanated from the depths of his throat. “That is, one in which you are required to make the trek to the nearest port. Doing so, you would likely end up as the feast of a few incredibly lucky katarns.”

An eyebrow cocked in curious delight just a moment after. “Of course, you could simply take my ship,” a thumb was jerked over his shoulder, pointing down into the dark and damp forest, where, from behind another of the enormous trees, the edge of the Bloody Diathim could be spotted. “But I am almost certain that I would not allow that to happen.”

Kozmic Kat frowned, he knew when he was being insulted. He guessed at what the man was thinking of him. The man probably suspected Kozmic Kat as being insensitive, uncaring for life, no less. It was quite the contrary, Kozmic Kat loves all life, however one thing he could not love, nor stand, was someone insulting his being.

He took something out of his pocket, what appeared to be a pen with a star on top of it. He gripped the star, and held it up. With a flick of his wrist, the pen became long, like a cane. He pointed it at the man in front of him. "You know, it's impolite to assume. When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me, you know." He said, chuckling slightly at his joke.

He slammed his cane on the ground.

"I don't appreciate the things being said about me, and I assure you I can alter your perception of me. I feel all life, all vibes from everything, child." He said, not caring if about his age, as he was most likely far older than him. "I realize I destroyed trees and plants here today, I realize far to well. However, look around, these trees must be old, far to old than they would like to be, no doubt. I can feel it, the vibes they put off, not a lot of them are of a young soul. Most old, waiting to be one with the nature they rose from long ago."

He nodded, then looked back into the man's eyes. "I hate it when people don't understand the contributions my race, nor I have done to the galaxies all around. For that, I will have to show you a lesson." He said, stepping back a few feet, holding his cane like a sword. "I bet you would love to tussle, I can see it in your eyes. So why not?"

Love and hate: Od Revus noted Kozmic Kat's overly free use of both terms, both powerful in their own right, and both used unnecessarily. The clash of emotional yin and yang would surely not end up well. The stranger's immediate jump to a quarrel, justifying it with such overly abused words, further proved the destructive being that the Jedi thought his adversary to be.

"I do not wish your death to be provided by my hands," the words came hesitantly from Od's lips. He eyed the strange weapon that the cat man wielded, and with a simple gesture of his hands, his own weapons - the lightsabers that sat on his robe - took flight, clipping themselves to the utility belt at his waist. His black robe followed, draping itself over his slender form. "I have seen and been the cause of far too much death for a millenium's worth of lifetimes. You seem, however, to have caught me at a rather distraught time, and, if it is a fight that you want, I can assure you that I will not rob you of such a pleasure."

With this, he slipped his arms through those of the robe, pulling the collar forward so as to situate it more comfortably. A stretch followed, as Od reached down and flat-palmed the scarred remains of the wroshyr, then sat down and stretched his legs. He had been sitting for so long that his limbs had stiffened, becoming somewhat maladroit in comparison to his usual condition.

After feeling satisfied with this simple task, he stood, reaching both arms out to each side and extending his chest, both stretching and exhaling a monstrous yawn. He ended up, somehow, in a fighting stance, one hand extended out in front of him, the other held above his head. His feet were similarly situated, one pointing to his opponent, the other held back. It was a wide stance, but he felt that it was probably the safest, for the occasion.

"Whenever you are ready."

Kozmic Kat blinked, lightsabers. Where had he seen such a weapon before? The only folk that used them anymore, and could make them dance in the air around them, were the Jedi. Curious indeed, as Kozmic thought the Jedi were eliminated, cept for a small few. Funny he would see one, he would need to tell his kin when he went back to his planet, with of course, something to give to the planet as a whole.

He rolled his wrist that held the cane, and he pointed the star end to the ground, and threw it in. "I don't think I'll need this." He said, laughing, "Just a cane, and if I'm fighting a Jedi, I'll need both my hands." He grinned, and then it seemed like he went incorprial, became a goul of the underworld in his complexion, but then it was quite obvious is was just the after image of a now moved man.

Kozmic Kat was now behind the Jedi, his back turned to him, his head right next to the Jedi. "Your eyes will deceive you." He said, as his elbow swung, most likely into the Jedi. He wouldn't understand if it didn't otherwise, less he had the ability to move as fast as he did, which he doubted.

The sunken heart of the young Jedi burst into life as he reacted, very quickly, to his opponent’s outstretched elbow. He fell to the ground. By simply bending his knees, he maintained his footing and managed to get underneath the blow.

“Ah, but you must forget,” Od started as he whirled about, still on the ground, one leg out in attempt to land a contact in the shin of the cat man. The kick that he threw was backed by increased speed, which was granted through use of the Force. All of this took place in the fractured split of a second. “We Jedi do not rely on our eyes, but the Force. I once trained for months with a blind elder, I myself blindfolded, and have long since ceased the trust I once held in my eyes.”

The story was a true one. Once, upon embarking on a particularly dangerous mission, Draught had left Od in the care of the blind Caamasi Jedi Master Doh Flictionne, whose eyes were the victims of an unspoken attack. Doh, seeing the timidity that constantly plagued the youth, sought to inspire some source of confidence in Od. He trained him, simultaneously applying his own philosophies into each lesson.

Of course, the blind Caamasi was now acquainted with all of Od’s previous acquaintances.

((Bah. Short post.))

As the attack of the Jedi tried to land on the shin of Kozmic Kat, something unexpected happened, his foot went through him. The illusionary man disappeared into the air, the afterimage fading away as a laugh erupted from above. The man was perched, like the cat he was. His hands held him to the branch, his legs coming together at one center point on the branch.

"A lot of talk in those lungs." He said, standing up and leaning against his tree.

"You certainly are very confident in your knowledge of the "force," or as my people call it, "vibes." But this sentence came from somewhere else, you looked to your right, and on a different tree, the same man stood, grinning. There was no way, no matter how fast anyone was, there was no way someone could move that quickly.

In unison, the two voices rang out together, "Starting to see it?" They asked, there were two of them. Both, were confident in their abilities, and it showed through their ego.

At once, they both sprung from their branches, at once coming after you from both directions. However, they disappeared in an after image as they got close to you, a distraction.

The real attack came from behind, this time a kick to the back, and not a elbow. The man yelled, "This could be fun, huh?!" as his attack would continue if he made contact, throwing more kicks and punches.

When the feline used the word "vibes" to describe the Force, Od began wondering if his opponent even knew what the Force actually was. Thinking on this particular subject was cut incredibly short when the cat dudes leapt from the branches. He was nearly going to dodge them when they disappeared, and he realized that he had been duped.

The kick from behind caught him off guard, and he was jarred forward a couple of feet, but he managed to twist about in time to parry most of the further blows with his hands and arms. After defending himself properly, he jumped backwards to regain a bit of composure.

((Sorry. Terribly short post, but I was rushed.))

Waking abruptly from a peaceful sleep inside one of the hollow wroshyr trees, Duron Voltros grumbled.
"I thought the Clone Wars were over," he said, crawling out from the opening.
Hearing the sound of lightsabers, he sighed, calling his own out from his belt.
"Great." He said, leaping up into the broken trees, heading towards the source of the disturbance.

((KK: Should you choose to join again, you may. Just... Yeah, should be simple enough.))

The suspension of animation can, at times, be a rather amusing happening. The confused Jedi stood in an overly-protective defensive stance and looked on as his opponent just stared at him emptily. He waited for the revelation that this was just another of his feline nemesis' tricks, but the moments revealed the truth in such suspicion. Kozmic Kat had, truly, lost all signs of life, save for the color in his flesh. It was both amusing and, at the same time, rather creepy.

Od Revus relaxed his posture, standing straight and rolling his wrists, which had taken the brunt of Kat's latest onslaught. After this, he massaged his back, which also took a rather painful blow, with the tips of his fingers. Following an assessment of his light injuries, he began stretching, but he was disturbed by a slight peep in the tides of the Force echoing to him, alerting the Jedi to an approach.

One of the previously damaged trees had been the cause, though there was no serious harm done. It could very well have been some creature of flight perching in a previous home, and Od almost chose to ignore it, but for the snap of a twig in those branches above. Instinctively, he almost reached for his lightsabers, but chose to attempt their concealment until they proved necessary.

"Does a sentient approach?" He could, in fact, feel a cloaked presence, but there was no true verification as to who or what it was.