Disclaimer: this story takes place in the Expansionist Era on Kashyyyk, around the time when Wookies were evolving into a less primitive species, and about 1 thousand years after the Old Republic was officially founded, and had around the time the Jedi Order joined the Old Republic. They speak in a early version of Shryiiwook, which of course is translated into English. I hope you enjoy, please tell me what you think of this concept!
(the other species speak in English, just to be clear)
Also, all the names are combined from real words in Shryiiwook. For example, The main character, Chewissh, is a combination of Chew, which means honorable, noble, and trustworthy, and Issh, which means Black, Dangerous, dark, and deep.
Chapter 1
"Chewissh." I spun, coming face to face with my younger brother, Kitgaar.
"Brother! You know you can't be here!" I scolded, mentally tutting my brother's reckless nature.
"You must listen. You can't go to Coruscant. You don't belong!" My brother's words stung, like someone had stuck a hot knife into my chest.
"I know you are scared, dear brother. But I was born force sensitive. I know my destiny, and only I control my fate. Only me." With those final words, I joined my companions on the small Republic dropship, ready to start my Jedi training. I am 8 years old, and my brother is 6. We are both very intelligent, and I was born force sensitive, a trait that is extremely rare throughout the Wookies species. I was supposed to be trained from birth, but my mother forbid. She had lost my father due to the Republic, and from there on she was extremely weary of any Jedi activity. She passed away when I was 7 due to an unidentified sickness, leaving me and my brother to take care of ourselves. That's when I decided to take control of my life, and follow my dream of being a Jedi. My brother was left with my grandparents, who were happy to have company. My brother was my only close family and my best friend. He trusted me to come back. I am the one the elders talk about. I am one and only. I am the chosen one.
"Welcome, younglings. I am Jedi Master Haune Tiar. Welcome to Coruscant." Haune smiled, gesturing broadly around the room. I turned my head, surveying the other 50 children around me. Their ages ranged from 5-10, and every time I turned away I felt their eyes shoot daggers into my skull. I had a feeling like not a lot of this children had been taught to have a lot of respect for my species, let alone one attempting to join the Order. We were sitting on the floor in a large, circular room in a far wing of the Jedi Temple. Slowly, I came back to reality, aware of Huane turning his back to the group. I sensed all the other children rise to their feet, craning their necks to try and what the Jedi Master had in store. I tried to stay seated, but curiosity got the better of me. I jumped up, easily towering over all the other children. Huane was about to turn around to scold us, when I heard my name from the back of the room
"Chewissh?" I swiveled my head around, instinctively raising my mental guard. Another Wookie stood facing me, wearing long, brown robes. Gold beads decorated his hair, and a chrome lightsaber hung loosely from his belt, gleaming in the afternoon sun. I stared in shock, and everyone else turned to look at me, confused looks sitting on their faces. Only one word came to mind as I stood, rooted to the very spot.
"Dad?"