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The shop was closed for the evening … once again the old wookie had fallen asleep to the hum of the shipwright terminal and the mechanical sounds of the droid working on another engine. His sleep was disturbed by the quiet beeping of the security sensors triggered from the fornt door. Blurry eyes he looks at the monitor to find the six storm troopers amassed outside. One was doing something to the door.

“What the … “

The sound of a fast burning thermite breaching fuse followed by the falling of the door shocked him out of his waking fog. He burst into action, grabbing a large section of durasteel plating and ran into the other room. The first trooper in sight was rounding the corner just as the wookiee came out. The shot went off and landed against the plating coming at him at incredible speed. With a crunch and the sound of electrical sparking, the wookiee bashed the trooper with the plating, driving him into one of the vendor terminals. With a horrifying roar, the tell tale sign of an enraged beast, Chrachiir spun on the others. He brought the plate down on the head of a second trooper driving him into the ground like a rag doll. The first flash of pain surged through him as the stun bolt hit him.

The hairy giant flung the plate at a third hitting him and sending him back staggering, tripping over the door that now lay on the floor. With all of the greatness of a wild animal the huge beast roared again at the troopers as he charged for the next one. Another stun bold hit him in the hip, knocking out his legs from under him. Chrachiir crashed to the floor. It was as if his legs were no longer there, the impulses from the mind telling them to move but they were unresponsive. He raised himself up on his arms to look up at the two troopers that aimed at him. Then the tell tail blue discharge of the blasters ……

Then darkness……

Headache … Soft …. A bed …. Sounds …. A heart monitor … a droid. Something familiar … a medical facility. Eyes open to the neutral bluish white of fluorescent lighting over head. Lying down.

Chrachiir opened his eyes fully, slowly able to make out the grate of the lights overhead. A figure moves in the corner of the room. He looks, and then … recognizing the man, he snarls. Kill him …. Can’t … too tired … oh the headache. Damned stunners.

“Good morning, Chrachiir” the Imperial Army Major said looking at the wookiee with quiet resolve.

“I see you got promoted, Curran.” Responded Chrachiir in his groggy sheriiwook.

“Thanks to you. The Empire was very pleased with your work on Endor.”

“What do you want?” He began grooming his hair that ha been tussled out of place by unappreciative hands.

“We have a new job for you.”

“I did my time. I’m a non-com now. I build ships.” He looked around and seeing the mirror across the room attempted to stand. The legs still shaky he staggered the first step.

“Careful, it took a bit more than expected to take you down. It will take a while to recover.” The Major offered.

With silent resolve, the proud wookiee stood slowly and then carefully made his way over to the mirror. Finding the small brush there he began attending to his face. “You people don’t have any hold over me any more.”

“Come now, Chrachiir, we both know better than that. You will of course be reinstated to your prior rank of Master Sergeant with full privileges, once you complete your retraining.” The major pressed some buttons on his datapad reviewing some information.

The wookiee’s lips turned into a grimace as he looked at the smug human in the chair through the mirror’s reflection. “Retraining?”

“The Ranger Corps needs the old Chrachiir back in fighting form.”

“So you want to send me back to Endor?” The thought brought both a pleasant thought of home … and the trepidation of returning to a place that had resolved to hunt him down and end his life.

“No … there is no longer any need of you there. But we do have need of you. When do you think you can put your affairs in order and return to active duty?”

The old wookiee turned and looked at him. “And if I refuse?”

“Oh we wouldn’t want to have that conversation again. You are far too valuable to put back in that slave colony on Toran Seven” He presses a few buttons and looks up.

“It’s nice to know the Empire hasn’t changed.” Chrachiir goes back to grooming working his way to his shoulders.

“I’m glad you see things our way. When you are feeling better, your clothing and standard issue equipment will be waiting at reception. Your orders will be transmitted to you as soon as the next training cycle starts. Should be in the next week or so.” He clicks off his datapad and returns it to his pocket, standing and straightening his uniform. He walks to the door and stops in the doorway to look back at the wookiee. “Welcome back, Master Sergeant. We expect great things from you.”

The wookiee looks at him with a long cold stare … then, with no emotion, an empty defeat his to treasure, “Yes … Sir.”

Chrachiir
Elder Ranger

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