Star Wars
Knights of The Old Republic:
Another Tale
It was your average day on Taris; semi-clean air, xenophobic humans yelling at other species, Exchange thugs beating down and killing those who owe credits. Tyth Andros continued his daily jog through the Upper City. Standing a remarkable 6'1 with dark brown hair and silver eyes, Tyth looked down on almost every other being he came across. Except for the rare Wookiee. Even in the Lower City, Wookiees were rare. He did encounter one though and what an experience that was.
Flashback
A young blue Twilek had entered the cantina that I was in. As she walked around, looking for something I guess, she bumped into 3 rodians that I recognized. They were exchange thugs. The one she ran into began to threaten her with death or enslavement. And to my utter and complete surprise, she started to yell back. 'Crap. Do I save her and reveal myself for what I am or let her die? I hate hard choices!' I thought. I started to move until something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. It looked like a walking carpet, and then it clicked 'Wookiee'.
It approached the rodian that was still threatening the young lady. And from what I could tell it he was mad. Now let me tell you a little something about wookiees, they are stronger than your average species. Their strength also seems to increase when they get angry. That's where the saying "Never beat a wookiee at anything or it'll rip your arms right out of their sockets" comes from. Not to mention that it is just plain scary to see.
Anyway, it approached the most "upset" rodian and lifted him up with one hand and started to pull an arm with another. The stupid rodian passed out in his grip, while his companions ran off screaming in an un-rodian like manner. "Note to self: never piss off a wookiee."
End Flashback
"I wonder what ever happened to those two?" he asked himself. These thoughts occupied his mind all the way through his jog and even as he entered his apartment. His musings where cut short as people around me started screaming. 'Ok, what's with all the noise' Tyth thought 'If its another xenophobe come to threaten my neighbors I am so going to put my saber through his gut'. Reaching the window, he could only suck in a breath as massive sith warships appearing in the sky.
"Oh frack." The words just seemed to slip out of his mouth. Without warning, Tyth was blasted backwards by something. Hitting his head on the floor, he was rendered unconscious and was pulled into a force vision. Tyth opened his eyes and immediately felt ill. The entire city of Taris was nothing but rubble. There were bodies everywhere and the dying were crying out for help. A voice that Tyth couldn't place whispered into his ear "leave".
Walking in a cold sweat, Tyth leapt off the floor. His heart still racing from the vision, he began to calm himself down use Jedi taught methods. 'It seems that old habits do come in handy sometimes' Tyth thought to himself. As Tyth continued to relax himself another feeling began to creep over his whole body. A disturbance in the force. A disturbance that Tyth recognized all to well. Revan.