Hoogway
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The years after escaping slavery under the Mandalorian Protectors on Kashyyyk had been tough for Gaarbecca, his noble quest had faced many challenges. He lacked credits which seemed to be a key factor around the Galaxy… Back on his homeworld everyone traded with items of use a bartering system, but again he had close to nothing he would part from. His weaponry was sacred to him, the bowcaster he made and modified himself and blade on his back was customised for the Great Gaarbecca, the handle being made of wood on his homeworld the feeling reminded him of home in dark times.
He had worked in the spaceport’s around Nar Shaddaa ever since the escape, the band of Wookiees he had escaped with had all gone now he knew not where. He feared that they were dead or worse, enslaved…
He saw slavery all around and hated it, it reminded him of Kashyyyk now and the fact he could do nothing to stop it, not anymore… Upon arriving here, he saw slavers beating a small pink Zeltron female half to death, he became angry, enraged even wanting to make a difference here where he couldn’t back on Kashyyyk and turned the first human up before crushing his skull with his bare hands and proceeded to brutally dismantle the others Weequay and Duro alike… arms and a head were left on the floor with blood oozing onto the floor.
“Are you alright small one?” he asked in Shyriiwook though the Zeltron didn’t understand and merely shrieked before running off into the back alleys… This was when the sentry droids arrived with even more aliens including ugly pig men and not who levelled weapons at him. The sentry droid emitted Shyriiwook telling him to surrender to Hutt cartel peacefully or there would be violence, seeing no choice he was forced to Hutt whose men he had killed. He was brought to a club which stunk of sour milk and garbage, the smell was utterly repulsive and he was affecting his breathing. What could only be described as a giant slug on a slab was waiting for him surrounded by hired guns, Gaarbecca growled at them as they levelled their weapons onto him. The Hutt began to speak displaying great anger and he was radiating annoyance. Gaarbecca had no idea what he was saying but luckily a protocol droid was on hand and began translating.
“You have killed the Great Gorga’s enforcers and lost him a valuable asset, the punishment for this offence is usually death… but the merciful Gorga has decreed that you will be his champion in the arena when the Hutt families’ champions fight for great prestige for their sponsors. You must take part in 10 fights for each enforcer you killed or be subjected to a most painful death” Gaarbecca had little choicehe still needed to free his people and he could not do that through death, at least not here.He’d killed five of the vile scum so a prospect for living even though he was a Wookiee was limited. 50 fights were a high number for a Jedi to come out of let alone a non-force sensitive…
Despite the odds being stacked against him, Gaarbecca had indeed won the tournament and earnt Gorga respect and power among the Hutts, even amassing a small fortune betting on Gaarbecca. During the tournament, the Mighty Wookiee slew a band of Kaleesh warriors who had tried to use numbers to overpower him he referred to them as ‘Bone lizards’ he had fought with his electroblade before the weapon malfunctioned, he simply tossed the blade down suspicious that the weapon had failed, Gaarbecca killed a Mandalorian metal man by crushing him inside his Armour.
He spat on the body of the warrior a dishonour which he would not normally bestow upon any opponent before giving out a mighty roar deep in a berserker rage fighting the last champion who was a Trandoshan who clawed his opponent a Weequay across his neck the man falling to his knees grasping his throat, they circled one another and the crowd was excitable to say the least. These two’s species hated each other a silence spread across the arena the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, they both launched themselves suddenly and the crowd erupted with an intense grapple now taking place the Trandoshan trying to claw at Gaarbecca’s arms… both pushing and shoving displaying their strength but Gaarbecca was taller and stronger than the Trandoshan he pushed the scaly reptiles arms to the sides before slamming down on the Trandoshans shoulders which brought the Trandoshan to his knees, Gaarbecca was suddenly back on Kashyyyk fighting the slaving Trandoshans as he had done since his rite of passage…
He moved quickly grabbing the Trandoshan around the neck lifting him off his feet and bringing him to eye level angrily starring him down and into the air applying pressure closing his windpipe with the Trandoshan’s erratic movements and kicking trying to feebly out power the Giant Wookiee, the fact he could no longer plant his feet was a major disadvantage and the Wookie’s grip only got tighter whilst his resistance began to weaken and his vision dimmer. After a minute, the Trandoshan went limp, Gaarbecca simply tossed the Lizard aside staring all around at the spectators he’d forgotten were there. He let out loud growls before looking towards the main box where he saw his ‘sponsor’ his eyes bared the hatred that was only reserved for two people’s Mandalorians and Trandoshans… It would prove to be a very shaky ‘arrangement’ for the coming years…
This forsaken world had no trees Gaarbecca thought solemnly, he was beginning to forget what they looked like and the joy of the forest he’d had in his youth and days on Kashyyyk… He’d just fought his 50th and last fight for Gorga the Hutt and he was well rid of the slime ball. He was granted a measly 500 credits for his service where other champions earnt nearly ten times that number, the past few years had been grueling and he had scars to show for it all over his body, claw marks, burns and bites from various exotic creatures that he was to fight for the amusement of the ‘Great Gorga’ he growled in distaste before moving into a cantina near the spaceport, he would see if he could get a job to leave this place… he slid inside one of the shadier cantinas hoping to find a corner to simply sit and rest, he’d had to fight against two veteran gladiator twin Draethos with his Electroblade. He had received several cuts and almost lost but the last one came too close and locked blades with the Wookiee who managed to crush the bones in the Draethos’ sword hand before ending the fight, he refused to kill an unarmed defeated opponent and said as much to Gorga. The Draethos attacked with a knife stabbing Gaarbecca in his right upper arm, enraged and in great pain he let out an animalistic roar crushing the Dishonourable Draethos’ neck instantly with his remaining operable arm. His honour had been taken advantage of once more, Gaarbecca growled whilst looking at the now deceased aliens.
Dismissed from service and his unjust debt repaid he received a bacta pack and shoddily made sling for his right arm to help it heal, from a local clinic and tried to communicate eventually getting his point across, the surgeon worked the best he could whilst shaking scared of Gaarbecca’s size and the fact he was a Wookiee.
“What is price for treatment?” Gaarbecca growled whilst reaching into his belt with the credits inside, showing one to hopefully indicate what he was trying to say.
“errr *gulp* 100 credits for…. You… Mister Wookiee” The surgeon stammered out, he knew who the Wookiee was. Everyone around Hutta town knew the champion of the Hutt family tournament four years in a row. Gaarbecca handed over the credits before nodding his head in respect, heading where he was currently sat now, after ordering a drink from the bartender. Who wore a strange device that flashed when he spoke. It helped him understand him Gaarbecca thought now intrigued in the technology.
Where would the galaxy take him now Gaarbecca wondered as he nestled his arm into his chest protectively, he had only been in the cantina for an hour watching the dealings of the low lives which frequented this place. The drink made him homesick the brews that were made back home were much stronger than this watered-down excuse, he was relaxing for the first time in years when he noticed familiarly clothed grunts coming towards him. He began to get angry what did they want? He was free now! he let out a growl as they approached.
“You are to return to Gorga the Hutt’s service…You don’t scare us ‘Great’ Gaarbecca” the Duro leader said mockingly in Huttese “You only have one good arm and even a Wookiee can’t overpower eight of us with that” smirking whilst pointing at his arm. This situation left Gaarbecca in an extremely situation, he couldn’t kill them all and even if he did that kriffing worm would re-enslave him like how he did with the law on his side, nor could he allow himself to be beaten up or possibly killed.
“Gaarbecca won’t go back to being a slave, Gaarbecca will fight” Gaarbecca roared loudly standing up quickly in outrage. He looked around the cantina. Hoping someone would come to his aid...
“No fighting in my bar!!” The Zabrak behind the counter shouted to no avail as the Duro and his crew attacked the wounded Wookiee...