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"You ask too much of us, Master Jedi," Saquesh replied bitterly. "The trust you require of us to give freely requires us to also trust in a king we did not elect, making decisions of us that put our world in considerable danger. It is true that the Sith poisoned our oceans and installed a...

«We read you loud and clear, Star One,» Greybok hooted over the comms. He then turned to his gunners. «Maintain your barrage. Take out what's left of the enemy bogey with the autoblaster cannons.» Autoblasters were far less reliable than the medium laser turrets, but the enemy ship was barely...

"A fine name, to be sure, Commander," the Mon Cala admiral replied. "May she live up to that name, if the Force allows it. Her crew will return to your base with you, as will the crew of the other two." Greybok saw an opportunity now that he could not refuse. The Commander had, for weeks, been...

«Copy that, Star One.» And may the Force be with you too. The Stormbringer soon entered firing range of the station. The comm officer motioned for Greybok, who walked down the bridge to the communication pit. The Wookiee nodded and the Wookiee comm officer patched the communication through. A...

Leah was good at this in a way that Greybok was not. He was a fighter. He preferred to let his bowcaster do his speaking for him, so he was glad the Commander had opted to send Leah rather than himself as the Alliance's chief envoy to the Mon Cala people. All the same, the Wookiee general...

The Stormbringer burst out of hyperspace and into realspace on the far side of Mimban, carrying as its compliment Greybok's Starbird and Alys's starfighter. The corvette's Wookiee crew was working diligently to ensure that sufficient power was focused to the shields and weapons; and when the...

A hard lurch put an end to the encounter as a big woolly hand seized Castor by the collar of his shirt and ripped him free of Arda, dragging him backwards before slinging him across the shuttle bay floor. This action was punctuated by a loud and furious roar that could only have possibly...

Greybok was just about to charge after the man he had just send flying across the bar when the flashbang went off. The Wookiee was blinded, and his eyes throbbed as though two daggers had just been shoved into them. He roared in rage, rubbing his eyes furiously as if that would help... but then...

Greybok loomed like a big hairy shadow behind Dalyn. No one seemed to have noticed the Wookiee move despite his gargantuan size, what with all the commotion about, but the big shaggy general was thoroughly drunk, ready to fight, and this Mandalorian picking on Val was the perfect opportunity to...

"Spoken like a true politician," the Quarren, Saquesh, bit back. "Mon Cala is deep within Sith territory. If the Empire decides to take us back, the whole of your fleet couldn't save us from their wrath. We've seen what the Sith were capable of at Nathema." Nathema, Greybok knew, was how the...

The last time Greybok had been wasted had to have been Life Day on Kashyyyk. Or was it the celebration dinner that the Noble Court had thrown for the rebellion in the Anoat sector? He couldn't remember. Probably because he had been guzzling a drink that was both green and burned all the way down...

"I suppose that's the best we can ask for," the Mon Cala admiral said. Greybok thought that he didn't look too sure, but that was to be expected, he supposed. "Come what may, we're with you to the end, Commander. The Sith Empire cannot be allowed to continue its reign of terror over the galaxy."...

Half of the enemy squadron was gone on the Starbird's first run, and they were now breaking formation to scatter around the dangerous light freighter. The break in the enemy's formation was what Greybok was waiting for; he punched the acceleration pedal and soared towards the nearest opening in...

Greybok made a comment in reply that Twobee dared not repeat aloud. Instead, she went back to chastising him. "You'll watch your language while we're aboard this vessel, Greybok," the droid snapped. "There are dignitaries about, and, besides, the Commander hardly wants to hear your filth." To...

Greybok had no way of assessing the age of Mon Cala aliens. The king looked young, but, for all the Wookiee knew, he was a young adult or even a full grown one. But he looked benevolent and kind; that was a start, he supposed. The king looked benevolent enough, though... that was for sure, if...

The Mon Cala Merchant Fleet was truly something to behold. Greybok was glad to be seeing it from space and not down on that water-covered world he hated so much. This, he decided, was truly going to be his last venture to Mon Cala. But, this time, he was with Commander Ion and not Leah Reach. It...

Greybok was pissed. He had hoped that the negotiations with Mandalore the Chosen would be the last time he would have to see Mon Cala. But not a single standard week had passed and now, Leah Reach in tow, he was not only back on the planet, but stuffed into a poorly-fit environmental suit under...

Greybok's respect for this Manda'lor increased tenfold in that moment. She had neither an obligation to the Wookiees nor the Galactic Alliance, but she was staying all the same. The Wookiee warrior did nothing to contradict her. Instead, he gave her an appreciative nod and immediately reached...

Greybok didn't have anything further to add. He was pleased that things had turned out alright, yet again. However, the Wookiee was slightly curious as to which planet the Mandalorians planned to pluck from the Empire. He was almost tempted to offer Raz his sword (or his ryyk blade, as it were)...

Leah was diplomatic. That was to her credit. But Greybok had spent time with the Mandalorians, both instances on Kashyyyk during Life Day and the evacuations, and knew they preferred a more straightforward approach—especially these Mandalorians, the rivals of House Kryze. They wanted to know...