The wild planet of Kashyyyk is known to be home to the gentle, but short-tempered race of Wookiees. Wild and untamed, the lush, wroshyr tree-filled forests form a multi-layered deathtrap. The local wildlife presenting more dangers as one descends towards the forest floor. However, as one ascends the vertical environment, the danger of falling increases until one comes in contact with the Wookiee settlements. Fauna and flora flourish in delight, growing within dirt pockets in the crevices of the trees. Some of these plants are carnivorous, becoming larger and deadlier closer to the forest floor. Others have some form of consciousness, able to communicate with the Wookiees to give some understanding of their use.

In one particular forest, you have traversed the vertical nightmare from Wookiee settlements and into the unknown to become lost within the canopies. Within the crevices in the trees, empty fruit and rotting shells from seeds show the spring season has ended. A soft wind whistles between the thick vines and shrubs that stick to the trunks of the ancient and sleeping giants. Despite the near-ending lack of footholds aside from the branches of wroshyr trees, you have found a series of abandoned and rotting platforms suspended a hundred meters above the surface, once home to a Wookiee settlement. Overgrown and decayed, it has since nourished countless plants and trees with their outstretched branches sheltering the dense and soft floor from the extreme sun rays and torrential rain. Upon closer inspection your eyes can pick up unusual signals. Moss carpets particular areas on the platforms and nowhere else, tree-dwelling animals and birds never land on the surface. In the corner of your eye you see something swaying, at first thought appearing to be another species of vine. But when you turn your head fully, you clearly see it is rope, damp but tightly locked. You feel that you have entered an arena without invitation, and the motivation to search further intrigues your mind. Tread carefully, or you will fall whim to the creatures that inhabit this terrain.

Xan smiled at the clearing. [i] At least this is not the worst of places. I have always loved the Wild's of Kashyyyk[/i]

The Dashade saw a human climb up the rope. The man was in a military uniform, and appeared very average for a human, the medic noted. He watched as the human stood in the clearing. The Human was definitely short for a human, and was far smaller than the hulking Dashade. It was only a few seconds untill the human saw Xan.

Andrelious sized up the Dashade, and noted a light saber openly belted to the medic's belt. He also saw the Dashade's easy stance.

"Who are you?" Andrelious asked.

"I could ask the same of you. But I am Xan, a medic." Xan said, fully in the Wobow state.

"A Jedi Healer?" Andrelious said with an obvious edge to his voice.

"I suppose you could cal me that. I have only had the Force for a year." Xan said, his Wobow state allowing him to ignore the dangerous look in Andrelious's eyes.

"Jedi baby snatcher!" Andrelious stated flatly, trying to gauge the Dashade's reaction, only knowing the race by reputation.

"You know, some people could find that offensive," Xan replied, the Wobow mindset taking the verbal attack like it was nothing.

Andrelious paused. His skill with using words to complement his fighting was seeming to do nothing to the Dashade, and he wondered just how skilled his foe was.

"You must be a terrible medic, if you are afraid to offend some people," Andrelious stated. "You should be put down."

"No!" the Medic shouted, his mind coming into the Kranni state, again shocking Andrelious, he pulled out his saber, swung with it, and ignited mid swing.

Andrelious blocked the strike, and blocked to more, watching the Dashade's simple attack pattern. "You use Shii-Cho. How pathetic. The form is to simple, to basic for it to be a threat."

The Dashade, fully in Kranni, took his words hard but kept fighting.

Xan is Disqualified for not meeting the minimum word count for a post.