A Match Made In Hell

[Greybok]

Being home for Life Day was a refreshing break from the chaos in the galaxy. Every three years, Greybok would return home to celebrate the holiday, and the celebration he looked forward to the most was the ceremonial duel. No weapons. No armor functions. Just the armor itself and one's raw physical strength (and their fighting ability, of course). And Rowrakruk was the best place to do it—outlanders were allowed to fight there, adding greater variety to the opponents he could face.

The arena was a small one defined by a flatten circle of dirt in the middle of a grassy knoll near the center of the village; and the rules were simple: no death blows, no weapons, and no one was to leave the circle without forfeiting. The prize was something every Wookiee coveted: a bowcaster, the signature weapon of their species. Greybok had always wanted one and this was going to be his year. He was even more certain of his victory when he saw his opponent.

She was sixteen, scrawny, and, most importantly, human. Twobee, whose head was mounted on a pike just outside the battle circle, was beside herself. "You big dumb brute! You can't fight a child! You're twice her size, triple her strength, and the odor coming off of you alone is pungent enough to kill!" Greybok argued with a few sharp barks as he stretched in preparation for the brawl. "I don't need a nose to know that you smell! You don't bathe! I should know; I've spent the last few years of my unfortunate life strapped to you!"

Greybok took a fight stance: he spread his legs so that his weight was evenly distributed, hunched ever so slightly and let his arms hang at his side. HIs eyes remained peeled to her watching for any sign of movement. He hooted something and Twobe translated scornfully, "He said ladies first."

Let the festivities begin. @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Well this was kriffed up! The young firey haired teen stood within the circle, wondering just how the Frack she had managed to get herself into this situation. It was the life day celebrations and she had like many of the other rebels travelled to join in on the festivities, to take a load off and hsve fun. How things had gotten to the point that the slight five foot nothing teenage girl, who barely was able to aim a blaster yet alone throw a punch was standing in a fighting arena against a wookie would make any one watching wonder if this was a hustle or if the fiery haired teen had some form of death wish.

The sad truth of the matter was down to one simple fact. She had completely misheard what was being said. Although she had a fair grasp of Shyriiwook, Eisa had gotten one word wrong, where she had heard drumming ceremony she had rather excitably and enthusiastically shot her hand up to volunteer, not knowing she had completely misinterpreted what was said and inadvertently signed herself up for the fighting ceremony.

All of that now lead to this one point. Eisa standing clad in nothing more than her casual attire comprising of denim leggings and a brightly coloured tee shirt, infront of a towering, but fortunately familiar wookie, Greybok. Who was accompanied as always by the decapitated droid twobee, her neurotic ranting as flavourful and daminng as ever. Nodding somewhat sheepishly the teen acknowledged the invite to open, she could feel her heart pounding within her chest, nerves adrenaline you name it, it was no doubt causing it.

"Umm" Eisa murmured slightly as she tried to mentally piece together what she was going to say, slowly she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as her mouth quickly practiced it's movements. "raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg wrrhwrwwhw aaahnruh huurh huurh" Eisa let out though a raspy and strained voice as she spoke out, Friends, dedication and courage in the wookie tongue as best as she could, it was a wookie tradition and after all it seemed fitting that for them being kind enough to host the celebrations for the fledging group of rebels, it felt like it was respectful to observe the traditions.

Having listed out, the three things that were to be her focus points for the coming next three years, the fiery haired teen bowed to Greybok, before allowing herself to fall into what she felt to be a comfortable enough fighting stance. Figuring if she atleast treated the coming bout as if she were dealing with a ruptured coolant line she might be able to atleast be able to move quickly to avoid getting blind sided by the furry rebel.

Allowing Greybok the time to offer his three focus points for Self reflection, Eisa waited until he was finally ready, before gingerly stepping forward as first before briskly closely the distance at a running pace, before dropping down into a skid.

The rebel mechanic, often referred to as titch, figured that perhaps her stature would allow her to slide between the wookies legs just low enough so that she out of reach of the furry grasp of Greybok and slide under to quickly get to the wookies flank.

Somehow, deepdown the teenager knew she was going to be doing alot of comfort eating later.

 

[Greybok]

Greybok blinked stupidly as the red-headed girl recited her "focus points" in the Wookiee tongue. Was he supposed to do that? He had forgotten; but the girl charged him anyways. He watched her and easily saw her duck down before she reached him to slide between his legs. His reflexes were sharp. As she slid closer, he drew his right leg back and then kick forward, aiming to kick her hard in the crotch.

From the sidelines, Twobee shrieked in horror. "Greybok! You can't kick a lady there, you miserable ass! And you forgot to say your three focus points! Honestly, didn't your mother raise you properly?!"

Greybok ignored her. It was a ceremonial fight after all. And he was in it to win. @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Ok that was a stupid idea! What in the Force possessed the teen to charge head long towards the towering creature that pretty much was just quite simply more than she was in every way, mass, height, combat prowess, bodily hair and raw strength. All of these seemed to boil down to one thing, Eisa was totally out of her depth! And it seemed that ontop of all this, Greybok wasn't holding back either.

The fiery haired teen's eyes widened as she saw the towering Wookie coil his leg back, realising that although he could not head her with his arms, he sure as hell could still kick her. With a forceful grunt, the teen threw her body weight onto her side to roll herself closer to Greybok's opposing leg that was being used to keep him upright, it was enough of a gambit to avoid getting in the path of the kick. But Eisa was still within the danger zone of having the wookie potentially jump and stamp on her. Given how out spoken the severed droid head was, she knew already that Greybok seldom payed any heed to a word the droid spoke.

With this in mind, no sooner had the foot passed her. Eisa scrambled onto her feet, coming up to her full height and facing the back of the Wookie. The fiery haired teen figured in for a penny in for a pound, and jumped onto the wookie's back, despite her arms not being long enough to wrap around Greybok's waist as she attempted to grapple with the towering rebel. There was no delusion that it would by any means effective, but she hoped that at least given the poor matching of the bout she might garner a bit respect for her attempts, no matter how futile.

 

[Greybok]

"Have you lost your mind?!" Twobee was screaming at the girl this time, rather than Greybok himself. "You don't jump on a Wookiee's back! Run! Get some distance! Be surgical!"

But it was much too late. As soon as Greybok felt the red-headed girl jump on his back, he simply fell backwards. His weight, combined with hers, would make the fall a short one; and his weight would certainly put the girl in a rather... compromising position when they collided with the ground, him on top of her. If the impact didn't knock her straight out, it would at least daze her, giving him plenty of time to finish things off on his own terms.

Meanwhile, Twobee was loosing her processors. "Greybok!" she shrieked. "Are you trying to crush the poor girl?! This is a ceremonial duel not a murder!!" @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Turning her attention off the side as Twobee started shrieking out, chastising her for jumping onto Greybok's back, Eisa narrowed her eyes slightly as she questioned the droid with a "Whaa?" before she could feel herself falling backwards, but not through her own volition. It was in that moment everything became apparently clear, the Wookie just simply allowed himself to fall backwards onto the ground with his 'passenger' in between.

A dull but pained groan escaped the teens lips as she opened her mouth in reaction the pain of being squished against the ground by someone who was more than three times her weight. Her groans were partially now being muffled by the amount of fur that had managed to get itself lodged into her mouth. All the teen could do was hammer her partially wrapped legs and arms against the Wookies torso, in an attempt for him to get off of her with her words being muffled out by his fur.

Turning her head over the side so her face wasn't pressed against the Wookie's back, Eisa forced out the clump of fur that had lodged into her mouth with her tongue so she clearly speak "Ok! ok! I admit it I can't fight!" the fiery haired teen admitted aloud, "I got confused, when the village elder announced the ceremony I thought he said drumming ceremony" she continued as her arms and legs still moved about, looking it look like Greybok had sprouted an additional set of smaller hairless limbs that were flailing about.

"Greybok, can you get off please?" The spoke out after a few moments of silence. "I think i might have bruised my ribs" she added with a light groan in resignation. Yeah, comfort food will definitely be needed after this!

 

[Greybok]

Pleased with himself, Greybok happily obliged and got up off of the poor girl. He even offered her a hand to help her back to her feet. He barked something unintelligible, but Twobee's audio receptors were able to make it out and she, dutifully as ever, translated.

"He confirms that you indeed cannot fight. But he respects the effort you made," the droid explained. Greybok hooted something else and Twobee sighed. "He says that you are now part of his 'honor family.' Honestly, I'm not sure what he's on about. Must be a dumb Wookiee thing. This holiday seems to make them more insufferable than they usually are." Greybok howled, first at Twobee and then at Eisa. "Well, that we agree on. He says you should see the village medic immediately—and, perhaps, not fight another Wookiee until your older... or ever, if you want my personal opinion." @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

A relieved sigh escaped the fiery haired teen's lips as Greyboks body shifted and gradually raised off of the girls slight body, her emerald eyes looking up towards the Wookie's before a broad smile crossed her features as he offered a furry hand to her. Taking it with a light wincing of pain crossing her features as Greybok helped Eisa back onto her feet. A with a groan the teen lightly pressed against her ribs, yeah she must of bruised them that or seriously winded herself.

Her features reddened a little more in embarrassment as the towering Wookie confirmed that yes, she could not fight! Though the wash of embarrassment over the teen's features softened slightly as his droid, Twobee continued to say that despite their futility, Greybok respected the effort that the teen made. A light chuckle briefly escaped her lips before she winced in pain again from the sudden movement of her ribs, prompting the teen to instinctively hold a hand against her side. Well at least there was one consolation to the mix up, she had gained some respect from the Wookie for atleast trying.

What she hadn't expected was the continuation of Greybok's hollering after Twobee had finished her initial round of translation, her eyes widened in surprise as the translation followed to reveal that she had become part of his honor family. Looking almost dumbstruck at the revelation Eisa blinked a few times at the towering furry figure stood before her, before a wide beaming smile quickly spread over her features. As if overcome with a wave of pain numbing stimulants the teen lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Greyboks waist, her bright emerald eyes looking up to the Wookie's own dark eyes as she embraced him. "Thank you Greybok, Its a real honor for you to say that" Eisa spoke warmly giving him a last friendly squeeze and stepping back as Greybok howled out once again.

Eisa's eyes flitted between Twobee and Greybok as the translation was aired by the disembodied droid, advising that not only she see the village medic to check over her injuries, she not fight another Wookie until she was at least older, or as the droid was keen to add avoid fighting a Wookie completely. A pained chuckle escaped the teens lips as she agreed with the parting sentiment, she had learnt that lesson, as well as the fact that her Shyriiwook needed alot more practice after today's mix up. Gingerly the teen leaned her upper body in as best a bow as possible without inflicting more pain upon herself before casting Greybok a parting broad smile. "Good luck Greybok, see you and Twob's soon!" Eisa cheerfully spoke as she waved to the towering Wookie and the disembodied droid before stepping out of the ring with a few labored steps, her body may well be broken. But dampening the fiery haired teen's cheerful spirit, that seemed to be an impossible feat.

/Exit

 

[Greybok]

"She really is a nice girl," Twobee said wistfully from the sidelines. Greybok hooted his agreement. He had only met the girl once before this, but he was growing to be quite fond of her. But then the droid, as always, ruined it: "Pity. The nice ones always die young."

Greybok released a series of snarling expletives at Twobee, who remained mostly unfazed from her spot with her head still mounted on a spike. "You're living proof the words I speak are truth, Wookiee. Your so mean that spite alone has carried you forward nearly two centuries—unfortunately for me, I might add."

Greybok went back to ignoring the droid. There was another fight starting soon and he had won his coveted bowcaster. Despite the droid's incessant bickering, he had claimed his prize. There was no way his mood could be brought down now.

The End​