With a grunt, I pulled the last string of my pack tight, securing the rest of what little I needed; my ceremonial sword (I returned Bacca's Blade to Zaalbar, refusing to take the item away from Kashyyyk), some formal wear to don before meeting the Jedi council lest they view me as a simple warrior, my data pad, a small amount of food and a couple of objects to help me focus and meditate.

I walked over to my wash basin and looked into the mirror suspended over it. I was freshly washed, my black and white fur nice and bright, rather than matted with dirt and sweat rather than the blood from the previous night, yet retaining it's earthy smell. My fur was longer than most of the others', which allows me to style it the way I want. I took a good half hour to weave a braid into each of my cheeks and my chin, as well as pull some of it back behind my head and weave one there, securing it with tribal beads and a leather cord.

Satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my pack and sling it over my shoulder, carefully avoiding the sharp edge of my sword secured on the outside. I rolled my shoulders, anxious, and walk out of my home.

As I walk down the wooden walkways to our small space port, I notice I am receiving looks from the residents of my village. Most are ones of thanks, appreciation, some are awed and some sonfused. I payed them no heed and walked purposefully to the space port, where Zaalbar had given me permission to use his star ship, The Pride of Kashyyyk, to fly to Tython.

I nodded to the dock manager, who held up a hand to stop me from entering the dock where the ship sat idle.

"I can't let you in there," He says, dutifully, "that's a private dock."

I show him the credentials Zaalbar had given me to allow me through the doors and he cocks an eyebrow, "Tython, huh?"

I nodded.

Then something in his mind clicked, his eyes went wide and he said, "it's you! You saved us all last night. Thank you." He bowed low, showing a great deal of respect and I felt just a bit embarrassed. "you're going to Tython to become a Jedi right?"

I nodded again slowly.

"I'm sure you'll do great! I'll go ahead and unlock the hangar."

The Pride of Kashyyyk. It was a small fighter, looking very much like something you would find on Kashyyyk, two blasters on each of the wings, small ordinance launcher on the bottom of the hull, and a one man cockpit. From what Zaalbar told me, it's well deserving of it's name. Fast, good hyper drive, great maneuverability, sturdy hull and a good shield generator. Not that I expected to do any fighting above the planets, but it was good to know I wasn't defenseless if I needed to. Best of all, it could get me to Tython with the coordinates already plotted into the navicomputer.

I jogged up to the ladder leading to the cockpit, jump in and secure my bag in a nook to my right. I strap myself into the seat, close the blast shield and activate the fighter. The vessel thrummed to life and I grabbed the controls, slowly raising the ship and easing out of the hangar before accelerating and speeding off into the stars.

I couldn't help but look down as the planet dropped out beneath me and smile at the freedom and the thought that soon, I would be on my way to becoming a Jedi Knight.

Once I'm out of the atmosphere, I dial in the coordinates and punch the red button with a grin. The stars stretch, I lean back in my seat and the next thing I know, I'm shooting forward, en route to Tython.

I could feel the ship start to slow down, and the tunneling effect of hyperspace travel ended, being replaced by stars and planets again. I smiled broadly as I looked ahead to the planet Tython, home of the Jedi.

I wasted no time flying to the space port, requesting permission to dock and landing in an empty hangar bay. I jumped out of the cockpit, but quickly realize I forgot to grab my bag. Instinctively, I spin around and reach out my hand to try and grab it, but before I knew it, I was holding it by the strap. I grinned and ran to the lift to the shuttle, impatient to get started.

It moved impossibly slow, but when the doors finally opened, I dashed out of them, startling a master and apprentice as I pass. I see the shuttle and, behind it, a force field giving me a good view of the planet.

A young human wearing simple robes stood in front of the shuttle, holding a data pad and making notes of who comes and goes. Bingo

I ran up to him and he looked up into my chest, startled, before slowly raising his head even further to get a view of my furry face. "I... uh... c-can I help you?"

"I need a shuttle down to the planet's surface!" I told him, excitement coming off me in waves.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"A shuttle! I need to speak to the council!"

He looked around quickly, nervousness painting his features, "M-master! Master Gendai!" he waved his arm frantically and I followed his gaze to an aging Jedi, wrinkled and white haired.

He walked up to us, smiling, and doesn't seem surprised in the least that I'm standing here, before saying, "yes, Nik? What seems to be the trouble?"

The boy, Nik, replied, "I can't understand what he's saying, Master. do you speak his language?"

Master Gendai smiled warmly at him and looked up at me, "My, you're a big fellow, aren't you? How can I help you today?"

"I, uh, need a shuttle to the surface," I reply, feeling a bit dazed.

"Oh? And what might one such as yourself need to visit the home of the Jedi for? Sight seeing, is it?"

I smiled at him. He may be acting clueless, but I know better, "Not exactly. I'm Force sensitive, I'd like very much to learn from the Jedi."

He chuckled at me, "A Force sensitive wookiee, you say? Now that is interesting... Nik, do prepare a shuttle for the two of us, I'd like to introduce this one to the Council myself."

"Yes, Master Gendai."

"Lovely!" he beams, "After you, my friend."

I grinned broadly at him and we board the shuttle.

"Now," he said as we find a pair of empty seats aboard the small shuttle, "do explain something for me?"

I nodded at him, "what would you like to know?"

"Now, I'm no expert on your kind, make no mistake, but I was under the impression that wookiees were unable to use the Force."

"Oh no, nothing like that," I explained, "you of all people should know that all life is touched by the Force,"

He smiled, as if sharing some private joke with himself, "of course."

"we're just weaker with it. Most Force sensitives among wookiees can only see flashes into the future, or heal a small wound, and only through great concentration. Someone like me is very rare among our kind."

"I see, and how did you discover your unnatural talent, my boy?"

"Ah, I was being a fool..."

"A fool?"

"Curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself engaged with a katarn."

"Oh my, that sounds like quite the dilemma."

I barked a throaty chuckle, "you don't know the half of it. I don't know what happened, I should be dead, but out of nowhere, my arms go up and the katarn is meters away from me, dead. I hadn't even touched it."

"Ah, you channeled the Force through reflex and self preservation, it seems."

"It seems that way. I couldn't control it at first, but our shaman helped me learn what they could teach. I still lose control sometimes. It happens so suddenly but when I'm not in control, it's like I explode with it."

"I see. Well, then, you came to the right place. We can teach you true mastery, and make you into a guardian of the light."

I smiled again (I seem to be doing a lot of that lately), "I think I like the sound of that."

He smiled back (Guess it's contagious), "Just you wait, friend, soon enough, they'll be calling you Master."

"Master Kallybykk..." I said, letting the words sit in the air for a moment, "Yes, I think I could get used to that!"

"Excellent," he said, getting up and beckoning for me to follow him through the shuttle doors. I hadn't even realized we'd taken off yet, "If you'll follow me? I'll get you an audience with the Jedi Council."

I got up to follow, grinning once again. Master Kallybykk. I like it.