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Mantis Grebe or Muaahh Wuaahh in Shyriiwook was a Wookiee male Jedi Master who served in several orders, such as: New Order of the Jedi, Knights of the Old Republic and the Ac'Trayth Order.

In a universe where the empire rules all. Expertly trained and highly expendable, the Empires clone troopers are the back bone of the empire. But not even the empire is immune to its own corruption… He was born in secret and trained to kill Jedi Commander, Wookiee, Confederacy Soldier, Muaahh Wuaahh, once turned his back on the Empire when his father was slain - and has been hunted by them ever since. Though many have tried, none can kill him or stop him from completing his current mission: to avenge his fathers death, whose political alliances on the Jedi Council has made him a target. He Must accept the help of others - or die As his home world became over run by the Empire, Muaahh Wuaahh must entrust his life to the same kind of beast who once killed his father and left him for dead. Old enemies and new, endanger him, as the only way he can survive is to over come his suspicions and learn to trust in the ones who had threaten him the most : The Empire

PrologueEdit

The most disturbing of all was that his eyes were that of a Confederacy soldier's eyes and you can tell how much blood and war they have seen. They are people who have witnessed events beyond others imagination. They have feelings that have been molded by unthinkable bravery and fear.

   Muaahh’s features were as stoic as his rigid stance.  In Shryiiwook; “I refuse to complete this mission.”
   Ra’Vaka frowned in confusion.  This wasn’t the steadfast, merciless wookiee he knew.  The one didn’t hesitate at any brutality. 
   “Yeah, right.  You have to complete it.” As harsh as it was, it was the law of the world in which they lived.  Once a target was given it was succeed or die, there was no third option.
   The last thing that Ra’Vaka wanted was to see the only brother he’d ever known ruthlessly hunted and executed.  Better someone, anyone, else die than Muaahh.
   In Shryiiwook; “They sent me after a child.”  Muaahh’s tone was flat deadpan.
   Ra’Vaka’s blood ran cold as he finally understood the one line neither of them would ever cross, no matter the demand.  The one line that had once saved Ra’Vaka’s life when Muaahh would have killed him.
   Ra’Vaka glanced to the holographic emitter displayed an image of his own son with an untainted innocence neither of them had ever known. 
   Muaahh continued, In Shryiiwook; “The Confederacy wants an entire family eliminated.”
   That was icy cold, but far from unheard of.  The Confederacy wouldn’t stop at any lengths to maintain their show of force in the universe, even if it meant killing an infant.  It should probably bother Ra’Vaka that his best friend killed for a living, but then, given his own brutal past, it didn’t affect him at all.
   The Confederacy was harsh and it was bitter, especially to those who couldn’t protect themselves.  He had first hand intimate knowledge to that fact, and it left as many scars on him as it had on Muaahh.
   Besides, he knew a side of Muaahh that no one else had ever known.  The side of him that wouldn’t hurt a child, no matter what the cost to himself. 
   Muaahh was nothing like the monsters from his past, and neither was he.
   “If you don’t kill them, the Confederacy will kill you.”
   Muaahh cocked his head at the sudden noise outside.  It sounded like the whisper of a starship maintenance droid whizzing by.  He didn’t speak again until it’d passed and he was sure no one was coming into Ra’Vaka’s ship.  In Shryiiwook; “I terminated the father before I realized there was a child in the house.  She was fast asleep in her mother’s arms when I went in for her.”
   “And you refused to killed them?”
   Muaahh gave a subtle nod.  In Shryiiwook; “The mother and child are in a safe place where the Confederacy and their enemies will never find them.”
      “Are you…” Ra’Vaka didn’t bother finishing the statement.  Of course Muaahh was sure.  Muaahh didn’t make those kinds of mistakes.  Ra’Vaka’s current life and safety were living proof of that.  “What are you going to do?”
   In Shryiiwook; “What I have always done.  Stand and fight.”
    Ra’Vaka let out a bitter laugh.  Muaahh made it sound easy, but he knew what the Confederacy was capable of.  They both did.  “They’ll come after you with everything they got.”
    In Shryiiwook; “And I will fight them with everything they taught me to be.”
   A chill went down his spine.  What they had taught Muaahh to be was a predator of the first order of insanity.  May the force be with them all.  This was the one wookiee who wouldn’t go down without a costly head count.  Muaahh was the best they’d ever trained and the Confederacy had exactly no idea what it had created.
   But Ra’Vaka knew.  He’d looked into the eyes of Muaahh’s madness and had seen the horrors, the rage, that they both kept under a tight leash for fear of what it could make them do.
   The lengths they would go to, to make sure no one ever hurt them again.  They might appear calm on the surface, but inside, their battered souls screamed for vengeance and release.
   Most of all they screamed for appeasement. 
   Muaahh moved forward and placed a small silver disc on the table and pushed it towards Ra’Vaka.  In Shryiiwook; “I‘ve erased every trace of our friendship and every part of your past.  You wont see me again.”
   Muaahh took a step back towards the shadows.
   “Wait.” Ra’Vaka rose to his feet.
   “If you need me, rhrcooaoacworc,” he said his through tight with sincerity as he used the Shryiiwook word for brother.  “I will be there for you.”
   Muaahh’s tone, still deadpan and emotionless.  In Shryiiwook; “If I need you, rhrcooaoacworc, I‘ll be dead before I can make the call.”
   And then he was gone with only the whisper of a starship maintenance droid whizzing by, to fill the emptiness of silence.
   Ra’Vaka sat back down into his chair, pulling the silver disc towards him in one hand.  Opening it he saw the small chip that all Confederacy soldier’s had embedded into their bodies.  It was what the Confederacy used to keep track of them, or terminate them with a single remote detonation.  Fodder for the Empire.  Muaahh must have dug it out of his own flesh at the base of his neck and deactivated it to keep them from finding him, for now.  A final act of severing himself from the Confederacy.
   That act in and of itself was a death sentence.
   Ra’Vaka cringed at the thought of having done the same thing to himself when he left his commission as a Imperial Officer.  The blood, the pain…there were some memories that were too brutal to be forgotten.
  
   “What a memento…”, Ra’Vaka said under his breath, given that this chip is what had led them to their friendship.  He would almost think his friend sentimental if it humor in it. 
   Closing his eyes, he held the tracker in his fist, wishing that circumstances had been different, that he and his friend had been different.  That they had been born one of those normal, hell even semi normal, Corellian freighter pilots, running the shipping lanes of the outer rim.  People had no idea what horrors truly existed within the Empire’s controlled universe.
   Yet, he was proud, given all that Muaahh had been through he had still retained his soul. 
   That through it all, the monsters within this universe had never taken his will or decency.  Everything else had been stripped out of him just as it had Ra’Vaka. 
   Everything.
   And because of Muaahh, he was living a life he could have only dreamed about.  He owed everything to that old wookiee.
   A wookiee who most likely wouldn’t live to see the coming dawn. 
   He released a long, disgusted breath.  Life wasn’t fair, but who was he kidding it seldom ever is.  It was something he had learned at the back of his father’s fist at an early childhood.  All he could do was hope that Muaahh would find that peace that had been eluding him for so long. 
   Even if he had to die to find it.In Shryiiwook; “I quit the Confederacy tonight.”
   Ex-Imperial Officer Ra’Vaka Ordo paused at the deep, wookiee tone coming out of the darkest corner of his ship.  He looked up from the schematics he was reviewing, about his ship, on his data pad on the top of his cold steel desk, but couldn’t see even the smallest trace of the massive wookiee hidden in the shadows.
   He was used to that.
   As a trained Jedi and skilled wookiee tracker, Muaahh Wuaahh was literally one with the black of night.  No one ever saw him coming or going.
   They only knew the silence before their last breath.
   Even though Ex-clone trooper Ra’Vaka Ordo had sworn to save any life he could after the destruction he saw when order 66 was issued, this trained killer was the only person he would trust at his back and with his family.
   More so to the point, the only wookiee he’d ever known and trusted with the deeply held secrets of a past he’d been running from his entire life.
   “You can’t quit, you can only retire.” A euphemism that meant ritual suicide whenever the soldier duties became more then the Confederacy soldier could mentally bear or their bodies become too scared or too damaged to carry out their missions any longer.
   No one voluntarily left the Confederacy.
   No one.
   Muaahh Wuaahh stepped out of the shadows so that the dim light of the ship highlighted the white fur, of this old wookiee, braided down his back - the only mark of honor left from his tribe on his home world of kashyyyk.  His double strapped bandolier hugged every sharp curve of his well muscled frame.  The out line of the Emblems of the Confederacy were embroidered in dark blue on the leather strap’s - the only exterior a Confederacy soldier bore.  Muaahh Wuaahh’s light saber held a distinct mark of the 41st Elite Corps - a constant reminder of the destruction rout forth by the Order 66. The Empire was quick to suppress Kashyyyk by renaming it "Wookiee Planet C" and placing it under martial law. 
   As usual Muaahh Wuaahh was watchful of the shadows as if expecting someone like him to come for him at any moment.  Somber.  Cold.  Lethal.  Traits that had been drilled into him as a child, after the death of his father, by the Confederacy.  In all the years Ra’Vaka knew him, Muaahh had never once smiled.  Never once broken that staunch Confederacy training that had left him emotionally bankrupt.    The most disturbing of all was that his eyes were that of a Confederacy soldier's eyes and you can tell how much blood and war they have seen.  They are people who have witnessed events beyond others imagination. They have feelings that have been molded by unthinkable bravery and fear.
   Muaahh’s features were as stoic as his rigid stance.  In Shryiiwook; “I refuse to complete this mission.”
   Ra’Vaka frowned in confusion.  This wasn’t the steadfast, merciless wookiee he knew.  The one didn’t hesitate at any brutality. 
   “Yeah, right.  You have to complete it.” As harsh as it was, it was the law of the world in which they lived.  Once a target was given it was succeed or die, there was no third option.
   The last thing that Ra’Vaka wanted was to see the only brother he’d ever known ruthlessly hunted and executed.  Better someone, anyone, else die than Muaahh.
   In Shryiiwook; “They sent me after a child.”  Muaahh’s tone was flat deadpan.
   Ra’Vaka’s blood ran cold as he finally understood the one line neither of them would ever cross, no matter the demand.  The one line that had once saved Ra’Vaka’s life when Muaahh would have killed him.
   Ra’Vaka glanced to the holographic emitter displayed an image of his own son with an untainted innocence neither of them had ever known. 
   Muaahh continued, In Shryiiwook; “The Confederacy wants an entire family eliminated.”
   That was icy cold, but far from unheard of.  The Confederacy wouldn’t stop at any lengths to maintain their show of force in the universe, even if it meant killing an infant.  It should probably bother Ra’Vaka that his best friend killed for a living, but then, given his own brutal past, it didn’t affect him at all.
   The Confederacy was harsh and it was bitter, especially to those who couldn’t protect themselves.  He had first hand intimate knowledge to that fact, and it left as many scars on him as it had on Muaahh.
   Besides, he knew a side of Muaahh that no one else had ever known.  The side of him that wouldn’t hurt a child, no matter what the cost to himself. 
   Muaahh was nothing like the monsters from his past, and neither was he.
   “If you don’t kill them, the Confederacy will kill you.”
   Muaahh cocked his head at the sudden noise outside.  It sounded like the whisper of a starship maintenance droid whizzing by.  He didn’t speak again until it’d passed and he was sure no one was coming into Ra’Vaka’s ship.  In Shryiiwook; “I terminated the father before I realized there was a child in the house.  She was fast asleep in her mother’s arms when I went in for her.”
   “And you refused to killed them?”
   Muaahh gave a subtle nod.  In Shryiiwook; “The mother and child are in a safe place where the Confederacy and their enemies will never find them.”
      “Are you…” Ra’Vaka didn’t bother finishing the statement.  Of course Muaahh was sure.  Muaahh didn’t make those kinds of mistakes.  Ra’Vaka’s current life and safety were living proof of that.  “What are you going to do?”
   In Shryiiwook; “What I have always done.  Stand and fight.”
    Ra’Vaka let out a bitter laugh.  Muaahh made it sound easy, but he knew what the Confederacy was capable of.  They both did.  “They’ll come after you with everything they got.”
    In Shryiiwook; “And I will fight them with everything they taught me to be.”
   A chill went down his spine.  What they had taught Muaahh to be was a predator of the first order of insanity.  May the force be with them all.  This was the one wookiee who wouldn’t go down without a costly head count.  Muaahh was the best they’d ever trained and the Confederacy had exactly no idea what it had created.
   But Ra’Vaka knew.  He’d looked into the eyes of Muaahh’s madness and had seen the horrors, the rage, that they both kept under a tight leash for fear of what it could make them do.
   The lengths they would go to, to make sure no one ever hurt them again.  They might appear calm on the surface, but inside, their battered souls screamed for vengeance and release.
   Most of all they screamed for appeasement. 
   Muaahh moved forward and placed a small silver disc on the table and pushed it towards Ra’Vaka.  In Shryiiwook; “I‘ve erased every trace of our friendship and every part of your past.  You wont see me again.”
   Muaahh took a step back towards the shadows.
   “Wait.” Ra’Vaka rose to his feet.
   “If you need me, rhrcooaoacworc,” he said his through tight with sincerity as he used the Shryiiwook word for brother.  “I will be there for you.”
   Muaahh’s tone, still deadpan and emotionless.  In Shryiiwook; “If I need you, rhrcooaoacworc, I‘ll be dead before I can make the call.”
   And then he was gone with only the whisper of a starship maintenance droid whizzing by, to fill the emptiness of silence.
   Ra’Vaka sat back down into his chair, pulling the silver disc towards him in one hand.  Opening it he saw the small chip that all Confederacy soldier’s had embedded into their bodies.  It was what the Confederacy used to keep track of them, or terminate them with a single remote detonation.  Fodder for the Empire.  Muaahh must have dug it out of his own flesh at the base of his neck and deactivated it to keep them from finding him, for now.  A final act of severing himself from the Confederacy.
   That act in and of itself was a death sentence.
   Ra’Vaka cringed at the thought of having done the same thing to himself when he left his commission as a Imperial Officer.  The blood, the pain…there were some memories that were too brutal to be forgotten.
  
   “What a memento…”, Ra’Vaka said under his breath, given that this chip is what had led them to their friendship.  He would almost think his friend sentimental if it humor in it. 
   Closing his eyes, he held the tracker in his fist, wishing that circumstances had been different, that he and his friend had been different.  That they had been born one of those normal, hell even semi normal, Corellian freighter pilots, running the shipping lanes of the outer rim.  People had no idea what horrors truly existed within the Empire’s controlled universe.
   Yet, he was proud, given all that Muaahh had been through he had still retained his soul. 
   That through it all, the monsters within this universe had never taken his will or decency.  Everything else had been stripped out of him just as it had Ra’Vaka. 
   Everything.
   And because of Muaahh, he was living a life he could have only dreamed about.  He owed everything to that old wookiee.
   A wookiee who most likely wouldn’t live to see the coming dawn. 
   He released a long, disgusted breath.  Life wasn’t fair, but who was he kidding it seldom ever is.  It was something he had learned at the back of his father’s fist at an early childhood.  All he could do was hope that Muaahh would find that peace that had been eluding him for so long. 
   Even if he had to die to find it.

10 Yeas laterEdit

In Shryiiwook; “I quit the Confederacy tonight.”

   Ex-Imperial Officer Ra’Vaka Ordo paused at the deep, wookiee tone coming out of the darkest corner of his ship.  He looked up from the schematics he was reviewing, about his ship, on his data pad on the top of his cold steel desk, but couldn’t see even the smallest trace of the massive wookiee hidden in the shadows.
   He was used to that.
   As a trained Jedi and skilled wookiee tracker, Muaahh Wuaahh was literally one with the black of night.  No one ever saw him coming or going.
   They only knew the silence before their last breath.
   Even though Ex-clone trooper Ra’Vaka Ordo had sworn to save any life he could after the destruction he saw when order 66 was issued, this trained killer was the only person he would trust at his back and with his family.
   More so to the point, the only wookiee he’d ever known and trusted with the deeply held secrets of a past he’d been running from his entire life.
   “You can’t quit, you can only retire.” A euphemism that meant ritual suicide whenever the soldier duties became more then the Confederacy soldier could mentally bear or their bodies become too scared or too damaged to carry out their missions any longer.
   No one voluntarily left the Confederacy.
   No one.
   Muaahh Wuaahh stepped out of the shadows so that the dim light of the ship highlighted the white fur, of this old wookiee, braided down his back - the only mark of honor left from his tribe on his home world of kashyyyk.  His double strapped bandolier hugged every sharp curve of his well muscled frame.  The out line of the Emblems of the Confederacy were embroidered in dark blue on the leather strap’s - the only exterior a Confederacy soldier bore.  Muaahh Wuaahh’s light saber held a distinct mark of the 41st Elite Corps - a constant reminder of the destruction rout forth by the Order 66. The Empire was quick to suppress Kashyyyk by renaming it "Wookiee Planet C" and placing it under martial law. 
   As usual Muaahh Wuaahh was watchful of the shadows as if expecting someone like him to come for him at any moment.  Somber.  Cold.  Lethal.  Traits that had been drilled into him as a child, after the death of his father, by the Confederacy.  In all the years Ra’Vaka knew him, Muaahh had never once smiled.  Never once broken that staunch Confederacy training that had left him emotionally bankrupt.
   The most disturbing of all was that his eyes were that of a Confederacy soldier's eyes and you can tell how much blood and war they have seen.  They are people who have witnessed events beyond others imagination. They have feelings that have been molded by unthinkable bravery and fear.
   Muaahh’s features were as stoic as his rigid stance.  In Shryiiwook; “I refuse to complete this mission.”
   Ra’Vaka frowned in confusion.  This wasn’t the steadfast, merciless wookiee he knew.  The one didn’t hesitate at any brutality. 
   “Yeah, right.  You have to complete it.” As harsh as it was, it was the law of the world in which they lived.  Once a target was given it was succeed or die, there was no third option.
   The last thing that Ra’Vaka wanted was to see the only brother he’d ever known ruthlessly hunted and executed.  Better someone, anyone, else die than Muaahh.
   In Shryiiwook; “They sent me after a child.”  Muaahh’s tone was flat deadpan.
   Ra’Vaka’s blood ran cold as he finally understood the one line neither of them would ever cross, no matter the demand.  The one line that had once saved Ra’Vaka’s life when Muaahh would have killed him.
   Ra’Vaka glanced to the holographic emitter displayed an image of his own son with an untainted innocence neither of them had ever known. 
   Muaahh continued, In Shryiiwook; “The Confederacy wants an entire family eliminated.”
   That was icy cold, but far from unheard of.  The Confederacy wouldn’t stop at any lengths to maintain their show of force in the universe, even if it meant killing an infant.  It should probably bother Ra’Vaka that his best friend killed for a living, but then, given his own brutal past, it didn’t affect him at all.
   The Confederacy was harsh and it was bitter, especially to those who couldn’t protect themselves.  He had first hand intimate knowledge to that fact, and it left as many scars on him as it had on Muaahh.
   Besides, he knew a side of Muaahh that no one else had ever known.  The side of him that wouldn’t hurt a child, no matter what the cost to himself. 
   Muaahh was nothing like the monsters from his past, and neither was he.
   “If you don’t kill them, the Confederacy will kill you.”
   Muaahh cocked his head at the sudden noise outside.  It sounded like the whisper of a starship maintenance droid whizzing by.  He didn’t speak again until it’d passed and he was sure no one was coming into Ra’Vaka’s ship.  In Shryiiwook; “I terminated the father before I realized there was a child in the house.  She was fast asleep in her mother’s arms when I went in for her.”
   “And you refused to killed them?”
   Muaahh gave a subtle nod.  In Shryiiwook; “The mother and child are in a safe place where the Confederacy and their enemies will never find them.”
      “Are you…” Ra’Vaka didn’t bother finishing the statement.  Of course Muaahh was sure.  Muaahh didn’t make those kinds of mistakes.  Ra’Vaka’s current life and safety were living proof of that.  “What are you going to do?”
   In Shryiiwook; “What I have always done.  Stand and fight.”
    Ra’Vaka let out a bitter laugh.  Muaahh made it sound easy, but he knew what the Confederacy was capable of.  They both did.  “They’ll come after you with everything they got.”
    In Shryiiwook; “And I will fight them with everything they taught me to be.”
   A chill went down his spine.  What they had taught Muaahh to be was a predator of the first order of insanity.  May the force be with them all.  This was the one wookiee who wouldn’t go down without a costly head count.  Muaahh was the best they’d ever trained and the Confederacy had exactly no idea what it had created.
   But Ra’Vaka knew.  He’d looked into the eyes of Muaahh’s madness and had seen the horrors, the rage, that they both kept under a tight leash for fear of what it could make them do.
   The lengths they would go to, to make sure no one ever hurt them again.  They might appear calm on the surface, but inside, their battered souls screamed for vengeance and release.
   Most of all they screamed for appeasement. 
   Muaahh moved forward and placed a small silver disc on the table and pushed it towards Ra’Vaka.  In Shryiiwook; “I‘ve erased every trace of our friendship and every part of your past.  You wont see me again.”
   Muaahh took a step back towards the shadows.
   “Wait.” Ra’Vaka rose to his feet.
   “If you need me, rhrcooaoacworc,” he said his through tight with sincerity as he used the Shryiiwook word for brother.  “I will be there for you.”
   Muaahh’s tone, still deadpan and emotionless.  In Shryiiwook; “If I need you, rhrcooaoacworc, I‘ll be dead before I can make the call.”
   And then he was gone with only the whisper of a starship maintenance droid whizzing by, to fill the emptiness of silence.
   Ra’Vaka sat back down into his chair, pulling the silver disc towards him in one hand.  Opening it he saw the small chip that all Confederacy soldier’s had embedded into their bodies.  It was what the Confederacy used to keep track of them, or terminate them with a single remote detonation.  Fodder for the Empire.  Muaahh must have dug it out of his own flesh at the base of his neck and deactivated it to keep them from finding him, for now.  A final act of severing himself from the Confederacy.
   That act in and of itself was a death sentence.
   Ra’Vaka cringed at the thought of having done the same thing to himself when he left his commission as a Imperial Officer.  The blood, the pain…there were some memories that were too brutal to be forgotten.
  
   “What a memento…”, Ra’Vaka said under his breath, given that this chip is what had led them to their friendship.  He would almost think his friend sentimental if it humor in it. 
   Closing his eyes, he held the tracker in his fist, wishing that circumstances had been different, that he and his friend had been different.  That they had been born one of those normal, hell even semi normal, Corellian freighter pilots, running the shipping lanes of the outer rim.  People had no idea what horrors truly existed within the Empire’s controlled universe.
   Yet, he was proud, given all that Muaahh had been through he had still retained his soul. 
   That through it all, the monsters within this universe had never taken his will or decency.  Everything else had been stripped out of him just as it had Ra’Vaka. 
   Everything.
   And because of Muaahh, he was living a life he could have only dreamed about.  He owed everything to that old wookiee.
   A wookiee who most likely wouldn’t live to see the coming dawn. 
   He released a long, disgusted breath.  Life wasn’t fair, but who was he kidding it seldom ever is.  It was something he had learned at the back of his father’s fist at an early childhood.  All he could do was hope that Muaahh would find that peace that had been eluding him for so long. 
   Even if he had to die to find it.

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