Day 1565 since I have left Kashyyk.
I feel no closer to finding a cure for my litter-mate’s crippling disease. I have worked for the last several weeks in the jungles of Rishii hoping the living trees would give me new hope. This planet has so many things similar to home. The trees are not as great but the lush green jungles brought hope to my weary mind.
I have taken on two more in my clinic here at the outpost. A troubled fellow Wookie Ghawhhrick and a human Llaessa. The human is very kind with the patients and is big help with resetting bones and limb displacement. The fine wings of the local Rishi require a fine touch that she can offer. The troubled Wookie works hard but prefers errands which keep him on the move. He is good with the occasional droid that shows in our little village.
Day 1566 since I have left Kashyyk.
A couple of off-world travelers came to the clinic today. Their human needed some patching and their droid needed a little wiring work. The burn marks! Are they pirates? Are they separatists? Some of my finest work to clean up the human. There is something about him that I feel on the edges of my coat. The wounds were not life threatening. I did not need any synth-plasma. The dermal transfuser was enough to aid my care.
Luckily I was finished my procedure as the droid began burbling something about “empire AT-TE brought carefully to Teth” and “…stole a bike and speeder to get out of town with Renci Tosh”. I now know what he was speaking of, but the droid startled me with his outburst.
The travelers endeared me to their side as they deftly handled a pair of hunters that have been giving trouble to the outpost recently. They have stood their distance from me but any other female in our vicinity is harassed to tears or brought to their camp. Their leader Bothan, I now know as Fenn Azira’lon, had the misfortune of getting a gutfull of Gamorian exheave. We humor him by telling him the stench is gone, but I fear this will be a week or so to subside. A little levity is a welcome respite.
They have asked if the three of us are interested in joining their crew. They say they have a ship, but it is in Empire custody (just like my family). The images of my brood group clambors in my mind with each mention of the awful Empire. I am reluctant to join but I fear I cannot make enough passage with the minor clinic work I have undertaken. These poor souls need the medicine and the support but I need to keep focus on finding the cure and freeing my family.
Day 1567 since leaving Kashyyk
Remembrances of battles in my home village. We are to help the human Renci Tosh find her ship that was stolen by some local gang. They have taken it deep into the forest, but Gwhar’rik is a good tracker and found the trail. After a night of deep rain (the leaves of the trees shimmer even without the sun) we find the gang’s hideout.
It is in a Mesa tall above the local trees. The Mesa would just meet the tops of some trees from home. Two of the group attempt to climb the Mesa away from the trail, but the nightfall hindered their progress. So, we quietly followed the trail, until the bike threw sparks and alerted the gang members. Fenn and I stayed behind as the others worked up the trail to quiet the blaster fire. I can see someone hit already and I ready my medpac.
Fenn asks if I know how to control a Bantha. How could I know such things!? Does he also spread the Trandoshan trash that Wookies are related to Bantha?! I will question him when we are not in harms way.
Fenn and I get the great beasts under control! But we cannot get them to cover the last 10 meters to the top of the Mesa. The other members of our small near-family have gotten past the guards at the top and found that Mesa is actually a concave dome. There is a crane which Fenn and I attempt to work to lower them.
BLASTERS! A Twi’lek appeared from one of the tents as the others were looking at Renci Tosh‘s ship. Fenn and i attmpt to swing the crane over to hit or distract the Twi’lek but we are unable to coordinate the controls. I can smell the burnt flesh above the battle. I quickly run the procedures through my mind that will be needed. The Twi’lek lays dead under the wing of the ship. She will not need my help. I give a quick song to the trees of this world.
Concussed! Fenn and I were taken by surprise and blasted into unconsciousness. But the powers of the trees awaken us quickly! I have a deep rage in my chest. I do not know how it happened but the Trandoshan net I carry from my family’s capture is out of my pack and into the air. I catch the leader Trandoshan and one of his guard in my net. I have never done such a thing! Fenn is out to the edge as I stare in rage and bewilderment. He kicks the pair from the ledge as the last guard is hit with a blaster shot from below.
I calmed my heart while Fenn and I climb down the crane wires. Ghawhhrick is standing over the Trandoshan with all the rage I too feel in my chest. I am not sure the Trandoshan will ever be the same. I ask that we bury the other gang members. The trees will see to whatever awaits them in the next.
Renci Tosh will have her ship repaired by the Trandoshan and we accumulate credits from the camp. I hope this is enough to pay off the debt for their ship so I can continue my search. I have the tingling in my coat that it will not be a simple fine to the Empire. The others seem to be pouring over the maps we found and planning something.
I hope that the something they are planning leads me to the cure I so Desparately search for.