Chapter 1
Kashyyyk. It seemed like a lifetime since he had walked on her surface and he knew that in his era of disappearance from the world, he would be considered an outsider. Even if some Wookies did remember him, there would be more who didn't and from what he knew most Wookies attacked first and asked questions later. To escape a small incident, he had maneuvered his ship into the depths of the Shadowlands, a place that only the bravest warriors tended to travel, but he had been here before. That was why he had chosen to reveal himself on Kashyyyk. So many memories relived tended to bring an echo to the Force and that was what he was hoping for. An echo so strong that even his non-Force user companions would hear the tug that stretched across the entire galaxy.
When the freighter touched the planet's surface, the ground exhaled loudly under the weight of the ship. He flung open the freighter and climbed out, landing lightly on the dirt. He pulled his hood over his head, letting it drape just above his eyes. That was when he heard the crunch of a twig and whirling around, saber in hand, he found four weapons pointed at his chest. He examined his attackers: two Wookies bearing bowcasters, their black fur hidden in darkness of the Shadowlands, and another Wookie, this one's chocolate brown paws were wielding a blade. A Twilek was craning her head around Chocolate's massive form, a blaster pistol in hand. Although she was no longer a teenager, but a woman in her twenties, he had no trouble recognizing the face of Mission Vao. Although it was clear she did not recognize him.
"Alright Spacer, drop your weapon and back away slowly," He smiled. Despite the commanding tone her voice now held, Mission's childish ring still flowed freely into her words. She narrowed her eyes at his smirk and adjusted her blaster so that it was directed towards his head, "What's so funny, Spacer? We, here on Kashyyyk, don't appreciate our words being taken as a joke."
"Nothing, Mission, just weird taking orders from you when you never listened to anyone yourself," He smiled again as Mission's eyes widened, the blue orbs examining him curiously. Chocolate, who he realized must be Zaalbar, growled something to the two Wookies behind them and they left, descending up the basket that would take them to the treetops. He remembered the long journey in utter darkness that would bring them back to the world of light and he ached to see if the village was still as it was in his memories.
Zaalbar edged towards him, sword in hand and it was then that he recognized Bacca's Blade, the symbol for all Wookie chieftains. Mission followed, her blaster point dropping slightly as she grew closer, but her voice was still an order when she said, "Who are you, Spacer, and what are you doing here?"
He ignored Mission and instead turned to Zaalbar, "Chief Zaalbar, that's going to take sometime getting used too. I remember when your father and tribe thought you to be a madclaw. You've come a long way since then and you are even wielding Bacca's Blade."
Zaalbar growled and Mission took another step forward, placing herself between the Wookie and the man, "Not wise to upset a Wookie, Spacer, it might as well be the last thing you ever do." Mission glanced backwards and seeing Zaalbar calm, she ordered, "Now tell me who you are and what you are doing here, Spacer. Please don't make me ask again. I have no wish to kill you."
"Even if you wanted to, I doubt you could kill me, Mission. As well as being your former companion, I was also Revan, Lord of the Sith, and I am here to warn the galaxy of a great new danger."
Mission and Zaalbar gasped.