So there was supposed to be an arc with the Batch on Kashyyyk in S7 of Clone Wars, but like Dark Disciple it didn’t get a chance. But I still like to think of the Batch each finding a moment on Kashyyyk where the war receded into the background, and they felt something new:
Wrecker has never seen trees like this. They soar up into the clouds, trunks the size of cruisers, villages spiraling up into the trunks. As the others scout ahead he rests his hand on a vast trunk, so large around its surface almost seems flat instead of curved. The wood beneath his palm feels invincible. For the first time in his life, he feels small in a way the steel and sea and rain of Kamino never had achieved.
Echo takes a deep breath. The smells of smoke on the battlefield, blaster fire and droid grease are thick on the ground, but behind that he catches gusts of a green and living scent rich and raw and real. Water mists on his face, cutting through the grime of battle. It’s nothing like the sterility of Skako Minor, and he breathes deeper, waiting for another hint of green.
Tech’s ears perk up at chatter in the trees. He’s adding fluency in Shyriiwook to his list of languages, filing away each growl and utterance in his mind, cross-referencing with his translator, putting it together. But Kashyyyk is a whirlwind of other sounds, too, and he catalogues and isolates each one as fast as he can in the downtime between the next assault. Spiders insects birds water leaves, the sounds of blaster fire in the distance mingling with the songs of night creatures in the lower canopies, the sighs and flows of the forest. His mind buzzes with it. He records three data cards’ worth of memory in two hours.
Hunter’s senses jangle, whole streams of information coming in through every sense he’s got. This place is absolutely exploding with life at every turn, and it’s a cacophony that takes him a few hours to acclimate to. But even when he’s got a handle on it, there’s still a buzz and a hum he feels more than hears, a webbing that’s got nothing to do with the giant spiders, a connection between… well, everything. It’s a pulse in the soil from tree to tree, the wind carrying animal calls and tree pollen alike, the crackle of mycelia deep in the soil underfoot. He could live here a dozen years and never untangle all of it. But he might like the challenge.
They might be supposedly safe here, but Crosshair still scans the environment, searching for signs of anything suspicious. His vision glides over bark in a dozen shades of brown and gray, smatters of jewel-bright mosses and lichens, vines in flowers of scarlet, violet, gold. There’s creatures, too, scampering furry things of tawny gold with tufted tails, the jet-black glitter of massive spider eyes, insects half the size of clankers with emerald wings and kaleidoscopic scales. The sky peeks through the ceiling of leaf and canopy, and for an instant, he catches just a glimpse across the blue: the silver shimmer of translucent feathers, the suggestion of enormous wingbeats, the shadow of a long and sinuous tail. His eyes sting. He blinks away the water from them, his chest feeling oddly light.
Thanks to @audpaints who did a lovely job of two of my Islander Squad, Druid and Metric!
They’re from the 41st Elite Corps, serving on Kashyyyk in both the jungles and the highlands. Druid is no-nonsense, focused and dependable. He’s an excellent translator of multiple Wookiee languages. So is Metric, but he’s much more chill and joyful.
They show up midway through Far Past the Ring! In the appropriately named chapter, Duty, Honor, Family.
Happy Life Day y’all!!! For this year’s Life Day I’m once again pushing the Yap and Gungi sib agenda!! >:]
BAM! The brothers! The bros!! the sibs!! :]
I imagine during one Life Day celebration, Gungi’s kinda hanging around, not really with anyone during the celebration since he doesn’t know a whole lot of other wookiees. Especially on Kashyyyk. So naturally once he sees Yaupé, the wookiee always giving him lil high fives/fist bumps in the halls, always letting Gungi and his friends ride his shoulders whenever they asked and always listens to his lil stories, he’d gravitate towards him, and of course Yap’—Trying not to seem like he was in a similar situation to the cub— would welcome him with open arms!! The two would then proceed to ponder their Life Day orbs and share cute/funny memories together :] 💚💚💚