KASHYYYK
Drast sat in the cargo bay of whatever ship Max had snagged the trio for their trip. It was him, Max, and his co-Padawan Felix. It wasn't just them, whole groups of teachers and Padawans were being deployed to the planet to aid their longtime allies. So now it just came down to how well they stacked up against their peers. He sat against a small crate humming to himself as he sat there, gazing at his datapad, earbuds in. He had spent the whole trip studying Shryiwook to better communicate with the natives. Unfortunately for Drast, that meant he was listening to Skippy the Jedi Robot, who he hated, with a passion. That said, Skippy did have something good: SkippyBop. It was Order Approved songs from across the galaxy sung by Padawans.. Although, come to think of it, he'd never seen any of those Padawans around. From any outsider, it would appear that he was just growling and roaring, not following any verbal instruction.
"Grruuur-raa-oooouuurrr." he would say, thinking he had it covered. "There we go, that's definitely 'how do you do'."
The datapad and Skippy would translate his attempt. "What the mouth do? Wrong. Please try again."
Drast cursed as he tossed the pad to the side of him. "Oh that will go over swimmingly with the Wookies. One way ticket to rip-town. Ugghhhh." The PA would chime on the ship. They had arrived at Kashyyyk, home of the Wookies. "Well.. Time to go see where we are landing."
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