Post by Wil Errod on Dec 22, 2007 23:23:59 GMT -5
Kashyyk at night was perhaps one of the most uncomfortable places Wil had ever been. Not because it was night, or because it was a bit too warm to suit him. The Czerka camp had an unpleasant atmosphere, an almost palpable sense of oppression and suffering. It would have to, what with the captured Wookies being brought in and shipped out. Wil figured that the company must be finding plenty of buyers for Wookie slaves.
He’d heard tell it was the Sith doing most of the buying, but he didn’t put much faith in the rumors. The same soldiers had told him that there were people that could move things about with their mind. Wil gave a small snort at the thought again. He’d believe it when he saw it. He looked out over the forest from the wood and rope platform he was standing on. Not much movement on the rope bridges tonight. Most of the tracking teams had already come in for the night. Too many people had been disappearing lately after the sun went down. Maybe the Wookies were finally starting to fight back. Wil couldn’t blame them if they were. The whole slavery thing stank to him. He was, after all, a slave of a kind. Working off his debt to the company wasn’t the same thing, true, but he still worked without pay.
With a sigh, he sat back down in his chair and rechecked his blaster rifle. It was hard to feel safe when his blaster was the only equipment he had. Well, that and a small vial of processed Andris Spice he’d gotten from one of the older mercs. It wasn’t something he felt comfortable carrying around, but if it would help him when the time came to fight, then he would keep it. Wil wasn’t one to turn down help. Something rustled in the limbs above him. Wil almost jumped out of his seat, bringing his rifle to his shoulder and sighting along the length of the barrel up at where the noise had come from.
A pair of large, pseudo-intelligent eyes peaked out from the branches. A tach. Wil shook his head and went back to looking down at the rest of the camp. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about things climbing trees behind him. The tree tops had been cut off to make room for ships at the landing pad.
Hopefully, nothing too exciting would happen tonight.
He’d heard tell it was the Sith doing most of the buying, but he didn’t put much faith in the rumors. The same soldiers had told him that there were people that could move things about with their mind. Wil gave a small snort at the thought again. He’d believe it when he saw it. He looked out over the forest from the wood and rope platform he was standing on. Not much movement on the rope bridges tonight. Most of the tracking teams had already come in for the night. Too many people had been disappearing lately after the sun went down. Maybe the Wookies were finally starting to fight back. Wil couldn’t blame them if they were. The whole slavery thing stank to him. He was, after all, a slave of a kind. Working off his debt to the company wasn’t the same thing, true, but he still worked without pay.
With a sigh, he sat back down in his chair and rechecked his blaster rifle. It was hard to feel safe when his blaster was the only equipment he had. Well, that and a small vial of processed Andris Spice he’d gotten from one of the older mercs. It wasn’t something he felt comfortable carrying around, but if it would help him when the time came to fight, then he would keep it. Wil wasn’t one to turn down help. Something rustled in the limbs above him. Wil almost jumped out of his seat, bringing his rifle to his shoulder and sighting along the length of the barrel up at where the noise had come from.
A pair of large, pseudo-intelligent eyes peaked out from the branches. A tach. Wil shook his head and went back to looking down at the rest of the camp. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about things climbing trees behind him. The tree tops had been cut off to make room for ships at the landing pad.
Hopefully, nothing too exciting would happen tonight.
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