Gash sat back and rubbed his forefinger and thumb over his temples. Diplomacy was tiring him out, and he hadn't even started the negotiations yet. He wasn't even on the bloody planet, and already, a dull headache pounded through his head like a wooden stake. The Jedi Master looked under his hand at the scopes on the ship's console, the blue glow from the swirling stars of hyperspace stinging his dry eyes. All instruments read normal- the ship was moving at good speed towards Kashyyyk, the tree-top world of the wookies.

Gash was hurtling through hyperspace in the Crimson Blade II, a ship he'd not flown for quite some time. It was the replacement he'd had build personally, when his first ship was shot down over Naboo. That had been a long time ago, when his youth was still with him, and all the things that accompanied youth. Arrogance, stupity, blindness to the truth.

When he'd been a Sith.

Now, he flew the ship as a link from present to past, from the future to a bygone era. He was now concentrating on one thing; the expansion of the Rogue Jedi Order. A New order of Jedi, an order of protectors against the onrushing plague to the galaxy.

"Han?" He called back into the ship.

*Han strode up to Gash*

"Yes, Master? I still have a very good friend on Kashyyk. Would you like me to have a chat with him? Or is there something else you wanted?"



*Han had known Lowie for as long as Han Solo had known Chewie, Lowie's uncle. If anyoen could Convince Lowie to allow the RJO to diplomaticaly take control of Kashyyyk, it would be Han. For Han was the only Human Lowie trusted.*


OOC TTT DAMN YOU JIREN POST!


"I await your orders, Master Jiren."

Gash smiled weakly. Han was altogether eager to assist the Rogue Jedi Order in any way possible; which was extremely useful, but also more than partially annoying. Given that the Jedi Master was about to dive head-first into a world of political intrigue with the violent and stubbornly loyal wookies as opposition, Gash did not share his eager disposition. He really didn't know what to expect of this little political experiment; they would either succeed, and earn the trust and servitude of a legion of the galaxy's greatest warriors, or would be laughed right off Kashyyyk.

Or shipped off, as a motley assortment of body parts shipped back to Ossus in a crate, a mocking coffin of two Rogue Jedi Order leaders. What an end to life that would be; the Prince who became a Sith Lord, who became a Jedi Master and helped forge a Republic, killed by a bunch of walking carpets with claws...

Which, of course was a tragic understatement of the power of the Wookies. Han Solo had made his way from low life Corellian urchin to the husband to a rich and beautiful diplomat with a Wookie by his side, hadn't he? And that was the entire motive behind this expedition to Kashyyyk, the forest world; the Rogue Jedi Order needed an army of strong, resiliant warriors. And, more than that, morally strong and resiliant warriors; the Wookies had assissted the side of good on the galactic stage of warfare in the past, and Gash could only hope that Han Skywalker could call in whatever favours were necessary to secure the assisstance of the Wookies.

"I think that will do nicely, Han. We'll land on Kashyyyk, after informing them Lowbacca's friend has returned. We need the Wookies, Han, we really do. I'm going to need you doing whatever it takes, within the limits of morality and reason."

" Yes sir! I don't think it will be too difficult. I think Lowie Might even join our ranks, if i am convincing enough. Making him a Rogue jedi Knight. Let me know once we touch down, ok?"

<font color="blue">The KNN's broadcast seemed to jump and sputter briefly, as it switched frequencies from one housed on Coruscant to one on Viax. It wasn't an infrequent occurence, nor was it really a cause for anyone's concern.

The slightly-distant looking news agent's face faded onto the screens of the thousands of trillions of viewers, accompanied by the fast, upbeat intoductional music. The broadcaster's eyes seemed to come back into focus on the camera, and he flashed a winning smile before beginning.

"Greetings, gentlebeings, I'm Dral Shin, and welcome to KNN Nightly. This Coruscant eve, we'll be starting our new series, Powers that Be. Over the course of four episodes, we'll be covering the dictators, warriors and diplomats which make up the colorful leadership of our galaxy. Tonight, we'll begin with the Imperial Remnant- the New Order and it's allies."

Dral turned on the cue from his audiofunctional ear implant, as the holonetwork broadcast displayed a basic map of their spiral galaxy.

"Everyone has heard the names Exceron, Zell, Hyfe, Kaine, and Cronus. They have become synonymous with various words in basic; more than can be counted, some of which are antonyms. Oppressors, saviors, dictators, benevolent leaders, malevolent killers, unitors, dividers. Recent events have seen them attack, defend, and be betrayed, but the Empire remains standing; majestic, even when daunted by the Republic's attacks- of both the physical and verbal variety.

"Though the shadowy leader known as 'Darth Exceron' originally founded the famous Imperial faction known as "The New Order" out of the ashes of the Empire- hence the term, 'Imperial Remnant'- it is really the Admirals and Generals who have struck multiple blows against the New Republic and it's allies who have garnered the fame. Jedi know no fear, but the Jedi-dominated New Republic seems to be terrified of these imposing figures; no N.R. admiral, from Xylon Hexyra to Gash Jiren and beyond, isn't at least slightly intimidated by the names "Daemon Hyfe", "Simon Kaine" or "Adalric Cronus"."

The lights dimmed as Dral turned again on cue, and the corner-square on the holonet broadcast began cycling holographs of the various Imperial figures being mentioned.

"The strong, proud leaders of the Empire have always spearheaded peace and justice in our galaxy. And yet, the New Republic will not cease persecuting them. Why? Why are such supposed visionaries as Gash Jiren attempting to fight the efforts of the Empire to bring such worlds as Kashyyyk into the peaceful fold of order?

"Tonight, on KNN, we profile the New Republic's persecution of the Empire..."</font>

And unbeknownced to Gash Jiren, he and his companion were flying straight into a minefield of political turmoil.

The shuttle entered the reasonably think atmosphere of Kashyyyk with a small bump. Gash's expert hand on the controls compensated efficiently, making the ride to the ground smooth. A passing thought in Gash's mind mentioned that this would probably be the last smooth ride until they were off Kashyyyk- a thought that Gash ignored. Just his witty mind being sarcastic to himself...

But then, frantically, realizing what the thought was and where it came from, he sought to bring it back to the surface of his mind once more, but could not. He burrowed deep within the recesses of his mind, searching for some scrap of the warning from the Force, but it would not come; as they often were, this bit of intuition was quite fleeting. An alarmed echoed in the dark metallic cockpit of the Sentinel-Class Landing craft, bringing Gash's mind back to reality.

WARNING. CURRENT COURSE ENDS 200M FROM INTENDED DESTINATION. CORRECTION SUGGESTED.

Instantly, Gash did so, blocking all thoughts of the ominous warning from the Force from his mind's eye. A commlink alert light flashed on the ship's main console, and Gash brought the transmission up with a tap of a few buttons. A gruff Wookiee voice blared into the cockpit. The Jedi Master understood a fair amount of the Wookiee dialect, but this one spoke with the speed and certainty that came of having spoken a language all your life, and Gash could only pick out key phrases.

Something about course, destination, identity, and purpose. The usual ground control run around, something they should easily be able to bypass, given their passengers. Gash replied in the Wookiee language.

[Yes, this is Gash Jiren and Han Skywalker, from the Rogue Jedi Order. We are on a diplomatic mission to Kashyyyk. I have set a course for landing pad MX-182.]

The Wookiee on the other end of the line shouted some sort of excited acknowledgement, one which included the word, "Lowbacca". The nephew of the mighty and famed- but deceased, or so it was thought- Chewbacca. Then, the Crimson Blade II broke through the haze of the upper atmosphere, and the mammoth trees of the Wookiee homeworld came into view. Even from so high in the planet's atmosphere, they appeared so large that Gash's pilot's instincts immediately began pulling the craft up, for fear of hitting them- a course he belayed instantly, realizing they simply were that huge.

In a few moments, the craft sliced through an opening in the upper canopy of trees, damaging no shrubbery. Beneath, within the shadows and shade, it appeared much darker, and the magnificent light-brown tree trunks below were shaded as though by a giant black pastel. As Gash's eyes adjusted to the new light, however, it became apparent that this decrease in light only added to Kashyyyk's beauty- it wasn't really dark, but more covered in a cool shade. Like a deep green forest at midday, though it was early morning.

One area caught Gash's eye in particular. It was a place where the immensely thick, long branches matted together, each of them branching off to another top of a short tree. The center of the top portion of the tree contained what might be considered a city square. The leafy, upreaching branches of the tree contained homes- entire neighbourhoods, Gash realized, each containing thousands of Wookiees. The place where the long, low branches met was the landing pad in question- were low branches from different trees had tangled into one growth. Each of the trees of origin from which the branches came contained it's own set of communities.

Astounding, Gash thought, all apprehension gone, This is truly an example of what the Rogue Jedi must protect. Such beauty...

A moment later, Gash brought the Crimson Blade II down onto the landing spot, which was huger than he ever imagined. More than a million people could easily stand on it, and it was a fantastic sight to behold. He and Han departed from the ship, slowly trudging down the landing ramp.

They were met by one especially shaggy-looking, excited Wookiee. Having studied Wookiee culture before coming, Gash knew that shagginess was considered akin to being handsome among the brave, loyal, furry creatures. This Wookiee radiated the Force presence of a Jedi- Lowbacca. Lowbacca swept Han into what must have been a very furry, suffocating hug, before letting him go and offering a paw to Gash. The Jedi Master shook it, and spoke again in Wookiee, attempting to appoximate the speed of one of the inhabitants of Kashyyyk.

[Lowbacca... I am pleased to meet you. It has been too long since my last visit to the forest world, and I see your home has not depreciated in magnificence.]

In addition to Lowbacca toning down his speed of speach as a courtesy to Gash, his Force-sensitivity allowed Gash to glean a far greater understanding of the Wookiee's words.

"Lowie's" words began, characteristically, with a Wookiee curse. But he continued, [No, Master Jiren, the honor is mine. My people have longed to meet you...]

Gash sensed some unease in those words. The unease of a being who said something untruthfully, but wished wholeheartedly for it to be true. [Kashyyyk does not welcome the New Republic or the Rogue Jedi, does it, Lowbacca?]

The Wookiee was taken aback for a second, before responding. [No, Master Jiren, it does not. Not entirely. Many good Wookiee's welcome you to our world, but some... some...] His voice trailed off into a Wookiee groan.

[It is fine. I am accustomed to this... come, bring us to the Kashyyyk Head-Of-State's office, and we will discuss this along the way.]

[It is not the fault of the Wookiees, you must understand, Master Jiren. Certain programming in this part of the galaxy has been increasing Pro-Imperial.]

Gash sighed as he glided over the huge tree branch. The three Jedi were making their way toward the Capital building of the planetary government. Because the world government ruled over Wookiees, it was a loose alliance at best- but most inhabitants of the forest world were content to allow politicians to politic, and to go about their lives unconcerned.

But the complacency wouldn't do, not anymore. Not in the increasingly volatile climate of galactic politics, or in the maelstrom of military conflict.

[Yes, I know, Lowbacca.] Replied Gash, [And that is what I am here to stop. The Wookiees have never been a complacent people; when the Empire came, and enslaved the good beings of Kashyyyk, you revolted. Now, the people of the Forest world must again be alerted to the state of their galaxy- even if it means breaking through a wall of Imperial propaganda.]

The Wookiee laughed, and fixed Gash with a look of admiration. [They were right about you, Master Jiren.]

[Who?]

[The Elders. They said you could save anyone from the forces of evil.]

Gash smiled. [Then let us hope, for your sake and mine, that they are correct, Lowbacca.]

The engines of the SteelHawk roared as the Jedi Knight, Ganner Rhysode, twisted his way through the tangled web of treetops and branches of the planet Kashyyyk. His droid companion at his side, he twisted and turned the matte black YT-1500 through the lush vegetation.

He had a heading in mind, the landing pad on the far side of the village. His path took him roaring over the Jedi Master, Gash Jiren, and his wookie companion. A grin threatened his lips as he passed Master Jiren. See, I can have fun too, he thought to himself.

Reaching the landing platform, he set the craft down slowly. Then, once shut down was complete and his security system was active, he exited her slowly aboard the docking ramp. He grinned as Master Jiren and Lowbacca approached.

"Master Jiren, Lowbacca, a pleasure for you to meet me here."

"Ganner. I would say that it is a surpise to find you on Kashyyyk, but it really is not. Welcome."

Gash smiled, though the larger man did not. The four companions set off throught the twisting maze of foliage and tree growth, winding their way along the massive tree branch to the nearest inn- or the Wookiee equivalent thereof.

* * * * *

Gash woke up that morning at about oh-four-hundred hours, Coruscant time. He'd been informed of the planned negotiations which would take place at roughly ten o'clock that day, and as was typical for the Jedi Master, he rose early. Rising with the sun had become a thing of habit for Gash, who had spent most of his life as a renegade, a rogue, and a scoundrel. As a Sith, he'd been hunted as an enemy of the New Republic long before he'd even recieved formal training. When his foster father had revealed to the Republic secret service that Gash- or Searthen, as he was known then- had discovered his Jedi heritage and begun discovering the secret arts of the Dark Side. Then, becoming a Sith had not been an act of evil or some grave, psychological trauma. Rather, it was simply a matter of his own ignorance, and arrogance; the belief he'd be able to tame the Dark side. The NRI had come in full force to his planet, laying figurative siege to Asthentia's capital city, and capturing the young Prince Jiren. The gruesome interrogation which had followed had driven Gash further down the dark path he'd chosen.

His face on the datapad of half the New Republic agents in the rim region, Gash had run, falling far into the dark arts. So rising before his enemies and running longer and further than they could had become something necessary for survival. Quick, silent, vengeful brutality had allowed him to survive what may have been ten years on the run. An allergy to bacta meant that each Jedi he met inflicted lasting and permanent damage. The scarred visage and partially-mechanical body that resulted had isolated Gash's heart from the warmth or love... and brutality grew from there, in it's place. Kashyyyk was a living reminder of this; Gash had been on planet when Aaron Astrin had stirred up an insurrection, unbeknownced to those Jedi who, scant years later, would find him as one of their greatest antagonists.

Gash entered the capital building remorsefully, his mind flashing back upon the morbid visions of what had been, by-and-by, a wasted life. If heaven weighed your wrongs against your works of good, Gash was destined for hell; for what had he accomplished as a Jedi? He entered the main chamber, a large, circular, Old-Republic-style auditorium, massive enough to house a squadron of fighters. Several rings of balconies built into the walls formed the areas for diplomats, and the door through which Gash had entered lead into one of these.

His mind snapped back to that question of his Jedi accomplishments. They were scant... oh, a few naval battles, of which some good had come. The formation of the Rogue Jedi Order- and yet, RJO's worth still pended. Even as a Jedi, his failings were there; Chadd Fearsons, was one. An Obi-Wan Kenobi sort mistake, Chadd was finding his way quietly down the dark path, discovering his own potential for power in the Dark Side. He would even try to overthrow Gash as the leader of the Rogue Jedi, if Gash's foresight served... a tragedy. A true tragedy.

A group of Wookiees entered the huge chamber in the diplomat's balcony directly opposite to Gash's, shouting in the Jedi Master's direction.

[You are right on time, Master Jiren.]

Gash checked his wrist chronometer curiously. It was only eight o'clock- or so he'd thought. The timekeeping device noted that it was, in fact, oh-ninefifty hours. The conference was a scant ten minutes from it's beginning.

[Yes...] Gash responded. [Puntuality is valued among the Jedi. Thank you for your warm welcome.]

[It is quite deserved. I am Rhitycllaa, and I will represent the interests of the Wookiee Senate in these matters of diplomacy. Each sector will be represented by it's own Governor.]

[Of course.] The Jedi Master's responce was nonchalant, but uncertaintly lingered in the back of his mind. Rhitycllaa had left it in no uncertain terms that these negotiations were to be highly structured, and that the Wookiee government would not be bullied into a decision. While Gash had had no intention of doing such a thing, it occured to him that Wookiees had seldomed formed such tight-knit and cohesive ruling parties. Could the fierce Wookiees be forming into a more human-like society? Something wasn't right.

The other Wookiee senators filed into the room, each group joining in their own diplomatic balcony, Ganner, Han, and Lowbacca joining Gash. The Jedi noted that most of the overhanging enclosures were occupied by a group of distinctively-furred Wookiees. More striking than that, though, was the arrangment of positioning- all of the Wookiees had been positioned on one side of the chamber- even when it meant the Wookiees occupied all five levels of the chamber. Gash was left alone with his comrades on his side. A statement to be made, certainly...

Kashyyyk was not as Gash Jiren had left it. Rhitycllaa stood, speaking in a clear Wookiee voice.

[Welcome, gathered Wookiees and fellow sentient beings. We come together this day to hear a proposal by the honorable Admiral and Jedi Master, Gash Jiren.]

Some Wookiee applause greeted Gash as he stood, speaking into his booth's microphone. Using the Force to gently press on his vocal cords, he approximated Wookiee speach quite well.

[Thank you for hearing me, Governor Rhitycllaa, and my grand Wookiee friends. I come before you to propose something not altogether unprecidented, but important- and, indeed, vital- nonetheless. As you may know, I am the Military Commander and Grand Senator of the Rogue Jedi Order, a new foundation of the Jedi. We do not subscribe to the radical views of such Jedi as Kyp Durron, but nonetheless intend to play a more active and cohesive role in the galaxy's defence than the Jedi Council.]

[We have heard this, Master Jiren. Continue.]

[The Wookiees are not complacent. You fought the Empire, you fought Thrawn. You've produced some of the greatest warriors, and finest Jedi, that this galaxy has seen. One of those stands behind me, one still lies cold at Sernpidal, his life given in a great and glorious act of service to the Republic. I ask you, now to join myself and my Rogue Jedi allies, to once again lend the Wookiee's powerful hands to the defence of our galaxy.]

One Wookiee senator to the left of Gash stood, appearing small from the great distance across the main chamber. He spoke in a gruff tone, even among Wookiees. [Protect it from what?]

Gash blinked, phased only for a second by the unexpected question. [From the many dangers which lurk in shadows, my good friend. The Naboo Sith Order is nearing the completion of the Sugarcult Eclipse Star Destroyer; the New Order continues to-] Gash was cut off rather suddenly by a flurry of objections by Wookiee's all around the stadium. Gash caught small flecks of their protests.

[-you are an enemy of the New Order, how can we believe you-]

[-lies, the New Order has shown Kashyyyk nothing but benevolence-]

[-corrupted Jedi, addled by the Force-]

Gash sat back down, glaring across the chamber at Rhitycllaa. He was far too calm- far too composed. He radiated no surprise, no regret or nervousness. He had known this was coming. In fact... Interesting. A duplicit Wookiee...

Gash closed his eyes, his consciousness flowing through the slip-stream of the Force, into Rhitycllaa's mind. A normal Jedi would never use his powers in diplomatic encounters, but Gash was no normal Jedi- his vows as a Rogue Jedi dictated that the use of his powers for the greater good was never a sin. The Wookiee's thoughts were carefully guarded, but not carefully enough- breaking through the barriers around his mind, the Jedi Master's eyes shot open at what he found.

But now, how to prove it?

The barks and cries died down, and Gash stood again.

[I assure you, my Wookiee friends, the galaxy is in dire need of your assistance; as much as ever before. Question me, then, if you will.]

A grey-haired Wookiee jabbed his finger accusingly. [You talk about helping the galaxy- what about the Wookiees? What is in this for us?]

[Besides a galaxy not wrought with an Imperial axis of evil? The resources of RJO and it's allies, and the defence of the New Republic and Rogue Order Navy fleets.]

Another Wookiee spoke.

[How do we know you aren't lying about the New Order? How are we to know you simply to not maliciously wish their deaths?]

[The New Order are the descendands of the Empire that enslaved you. Their oppression of the galaxy is well known; even if it is not directed towards you, I needn't present proof of it. They ally openly with the Sith.]

[And what of the Sith? They are...]

It went on in that fashion until the fall of night, as if the Wookiees had forgotten who their enemies were. While Gash fought valiantly for his side of the argument, by the time the 'negotiations' were ajourned, it had become apparent that the Wookiees would not be moved from their ignorance in traditional fashion. Gash left the chamber numb with disbelief.

In the escort speeder, as it drove across the tree branches on the short ride home, Gash was still in a state of shock that the Wookiees of Kashyyyk could so easily forget those who had enslaved their entire race. That state of shock did not, however, stop him from noting that the speeder began to slow well before the knot of wood where their inn lay.

"Driver, why are we-"

Gash stopped when the Wookiee turned around and pointed a blaster straight into his face. [Out of the speeder. Now.]

Gash stared, disbelieving, at the Wookiee driver. "Please, don't do this."

[Out.]

Gash followed, noting the four bowcaster-bearing Wookiees standing around the airspeeder, glaring menacingly at Gash and his comrades as they exited the vehicle. Gash made a few quick hand signals at his friends, and addressed the Wookiee who seemed to lead the band.

"Why are you doing this?"

[Shut up, Jiren. This ain't going to be no diplomatic encounter. Just die.]

Two minutes later, Gash and the three other Jedi stood over the subdued and restrained forms of their attackers, security speeders blaring as they rambled over the massive tree branches to where they stood. Noticing a small piece of flimsiplast strapped to one of the Wookiees, Gash bent down and retrieved it. It turned out to be a book- a small manual, written in Wookiee script. Denying that he'd taken anything from the subdued creatures, Gash allowed them to be escorted to their inn, and explained what he'd discovered once there.

As Gash Jiren and his Jedi comrades entered the diplomatic chamber of Kashyyyk on the third day of their visit to the forest world, Gash made his entrance with the swagger of a man with a defined plan.

Truth was, he didn't have one. The sloppy assault of the Wookiees had revealed Rhitycllaa's duplicity even more plainly than Gash's mind probe, but the question of how to display that to his comrades was far more pressing. For while Gash knew that the Wookiee Governor was, at best, an Imperial supporter, and, at worst, and Imperal Secret Agent, it would be difficult to diplay that to the other Wookiees without being suspected. Any Jedi who uncovered the lies of another couldn't help but be held suspect for probing the mind of he who had been revealed.

Gash couldn't risk that. If I can't destroy him, I can back him into a corner...

He doesn't know that I don't want my probe of him to be revealed. And if I can scare him enough...

Rhitycllaa stepped up to his booth's audioprojector, speaking in his arostocratic Wookiee tone.

[Master Jiren, we understand you and your friends came under assault from some rebellious Wookiees. We apologize sincerely for the actions of our ignorant brethren.]

Gash held firm his glare at Rhitycllaa. The Wookiee's eyes betrayed his suspicions, even if his carefully-practiced tone did not.

[Yes... rebels...] Gash replied, his red eyes growing cold. [Your apologies are accepted, Governor...]

Rhitycllaa appeared taken-aback. His eyes opening wide, he stared back at the Jedi Master, uncertain of how much he knew. Gash raised his eyebrows subtly as if to say, "try me".

[I come before the Wookiee Council again today. My proposal was not, shall we say, met warmly, yesterday. While I know that each of you who oppose me have, as always, the best for your people in mind, I cannot help but fear that you have been misinformed of my intentions.]

Gash kept his stare unwavering on Rhitycllaa, making it clear to the Wookiee of his knowledge. Several Wookiees around the seats glanced at each other, growling in curiosity. Rhitycllaa glared savagely back at the Jedi Master.

Curious, Gash allowed his gaze to carry more than the path of photons to his eyes; he slowly let his gaze slip through Rhitycllaa, past his conscious self, into the deep recesses of his Wookiee mind. Delving through the jumbled thoughts within with much curiosity, Gash found what he was looking for, managing to ignore the rest. Several memories floated to the surface of Rhitycllaa's mind, no doubt stimulated by his suspicions of Gash's knowledge of his duplicit activities. Meetings with fellow Wookiee senators began to appear vaguely before a persistent Gash, ones in which Rhitycllaa had done most of the talking... most of the lying...

He'd been telling lies to his fellow Wookiees about the Rogue Jedi Order- lies, no doubt backed by the political propaganda Imperial-funded holonet stations broadcasting on Kashyyyk.

[I assure you, Master Jiren...]

Rhitycllaa continued to stare as Gash cleared his throat, preparing for another comment.

[Governer, while I-]

Rhitycllaa cut Gash off urgently, and Gash could feel Rhitycllaa's will to continue the charade slipping. [Master Jiren, I believe that the Council has heard enough. Shall we hold a vote on the subject?] As Rhitycllaa spoke, a seemed to make some kind of subtle hand signal with his claw.

[Yes, Governor. As you wish.]

The vote for Kashyyyk to join the Rogue Jedi Order passed unanimously. Several Wookiee senators confessed privately to Rhitycllaa's manipulation, ranging from bribery, to mass brainwashing, and the spreading of politically damaging rumors. The former Planetary Governor began to slowly regress from the political stage.

In the end, the Senator Jyilbacca, a distant relative of Chewbacca, saw it fit to come forward and openly admit to Rhitycllaa's lies. The Wookiee disappeared suddenly, and further investigation suggested that his Imperial links had retracted him.

While the Rogue Jedi Order now possessed one more planet, and the loyalty of a society of fierce and loyal warriors, the question remained in the minds of all who had participated in the conference; how could the once honest and virtually-nonexistant politics of Kashyyyk be so quickly and easily corrupted?