The wild planet of Kashyyyk is known to be home to the gentle, but short-tempered race of Wookiees. Wild and untamed, the lush, wroshyr tree-filled forests form a multi-layered deathtrap. The local wildlife present a threat as one descends towards the forest floor, though the battle-scarred beaches and the remnants of the Clone Wars provide refuge. However, as one ascends the danger of falling becomes the largest threat until coming in contact with the Wookiee settlements. Fauna and flora flourish in delight, growing within dirt pockets in the crevices of the trees. Some of these plants are carnivorous, becoming larger and deadlier closer to the forest floor. Others have some form of consciousness, able to communicate with the Wookiees to give some understanding of their use.

Above the Wookie settlements rests the wild rain forest canopies. Within the crevices of the trees, empty fruit and rotting shells from seeds show the spring season has ended. A soft wind whistles between the thick vines and shrubs that stick to the trunks of the ancient and sleeping giants. Despite the never-ending lack of footholds aside from the branches of wroshyr trees, a series of abandoned and rotting platforms are suspended a hundred meters above the surface, once home to its own Wookiee settlement. Overgrown and decayed, it has since nourished countless plants and trees with their outstretched branches sheltering the dense and soft floor from the extreme sun rays and torrential rain. Upon closer inspection unusual signs become notable. Moss carpets particular areas on the platforms and nowhere else, and tree-dwelling animals and birds never seem to land on the surface.

Tread carefully, or fall whim to the creatures that inhabit this terrain.

The tree cover made things humid and shadowed…a canopy filled with the sounds of birds and wildlife. A dangerous place, the abandoned village was a shelter in the trees that predators may use.

All in all, Bub Bub felt like he was back home, this place was fantastic! The smells, the sounds, everything felt so…Endor-like to him. He was enjoying it, wandering the rotted old platforms, walking across parts that on a heavier creature likely would have collapsed. But he was here for a reason, a purpose…a student. Work’t was out there somewhere with the task of disarming and defeating his master Bub Bub.

It made the day all the more exciting, honestly.

Now where is Work’t, Bub thought to himself, looking around. A distant sound caught his ear.

“Roger, Roger!”

Bub turned towards the noise, narrowing his beady little eyes and drawing on the Force. He was ready to start dealing with blaster bolts from the droid he’d heard…but none came. A bobbing flashlight came into view as the silver and gold B1 stepped out from behind the massive tree trunk, turning to look at Bub.

“Target acquired, vector two-one-seven!” it spoke in its robotic voice.

Bub cocked his head to the side and stared, and then was suddenly grateful he’d had his barrier up for the unarmed droid when an arrow impacted on it, breaking the primitive ammunition apart to fall to the ground. His fuzzy little head whipped around to the direction it came from, his shoto saber hilt in hand.

“Yub nub!” shouted Bub, running as fast as his little legs would take him towards a branch overhanging the dilapidated platform, batting aside several more arrows flying towards him.

I see you, Work’t! he sent telepathically to his student, the grey-furred Ewok blending in decently with the foilage, but the urban camo of his armor didn’t work so great with the green.

Another arrow came close to Bub Bub, who twitched his head to the side, eyes narrowed again.

Get down here and fight like a real warrior! he shrieked telepathically. He got a return of a mental image of a very rude, Ewokese gesture, and growled. The older Ewok shooting at him simply backed up on the branch, letting Bub struggle to jump up and grab the limb and start climbing up to it, complaining in their native tongue the whole time.

“Nub…grub…bub…yub…MUB!” shouted Bub as he finally got over the edge and looked over at Work’t, who was holding a nocked arrow, firing it the moment his so-called teacher got up to him. Bub threw up another barrier and grinned at him.

Now we on equal ground…no more high ground for you, old man, he sent to Work’t, who snorted and let loose another arrow, forcing Bub to stop his advance again to throw up another barrier.

“Yub nub!” he shouted, pulling his saber back out with the intent to charge…when he felt the entire branch start to shake violently. Work’t, near the base of the branch, braced himself and seemed to almost grin at him, while the B1 Battle Droid grabbed the end and shook it. Bub shrieked as his footing was lost and he fell to the platform below, the three-foot drop feeling like forever.

The fall, by any normal species height, was not very far. For an Ewok, flailing and having never learnt how to amplify the bodies agility nor how to use telekinesis while plummeting in a panic, landed badly sending a crack of agony up Bub’s back.

In fact the situation was by any means critical. Work’t, the little upstart apprentice that he was, leapt with his lightsaber igniting directly toward Bub as he laid, helpless for the moment it took his accelerated healing to kick in. He swung his saber directly down at his exposed mentor’s legs, going for a mangling blow that would end the fight decisively. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the Ewok you asked, while Bub was no master of force movements or telepathy, he was an adept of barriers so instead of ending the fight Work’t blinded himself. The saber slammed off in a wall of red sparks from the energy dispersion of Bub’s enhanced barriers to little effect, the equites’ skill in the force finally showing.

Standing slowly, his accelerated healing working out the worst of the injury to his back, Bub held up the barrier as Work’t slammed blow after blow into it. The sloppy attacks often slid right off the barrier instead of grinding into it to shatter it.

”Sloppy, old man.” Bub projected, his amusement bleeding through the link. ”You may be ancient, but your skills are yet young”

“Talk much. Fight, fight youngling.” Work’t snarled, slamming the red blade again. This time though the barrier was gone and the blade caught onto the glowing green of Bub’s shoto-saber, his master’s nearly pure snow fur reflecting the almost golden sheen of the two colours of energy grinding off each other. Bub noted the B1 droid finally stepping down to engage.

”Your machine will not help you, tinkerer” As their blades clashed further, Bub reached out with a gesture to throw the machine from the tree. The machine slid slightly forward before Work’t pushed back, bringing the droid back. Anticipating this distraction Bub slammed a flurry of blows into Work’t’s guard, breaking it for a moment and searing a cut across the elder’s fur.

Work’t stepped back, panting. The B1, for it’s part, fell to the ground from the force exerted by the two and began trying to right itself.

“Error! Error! Error!”

The screeching of the droid warmed Bub Bub's heart. Unfortunately, it also distracted him as well, as Work't tried to charge back at him, stubby legs pumping as he ran at Bub. Bub looked over and barely batted away a strike in time, so distracted by the screaming of the B1 droid.

Tell machine to shut up, very annoying! Bub sent Work’t through the Force.

“My droid! You leave alone!” shouted Work’t, blade spinning at him.

To an observer it would almost be laughable, this fight between two sentient teddy bears, one with a saber almost as long as he was tall, the other wielding one that was nearly the length of both of them combined. Significant score marks were showing up on the wood of the old platform. Chunks of the delipidated material began to fall away as the pair of Ewoks riposted and parried one another’s attacks into the platform.

The B1 ceased its racket and began to get back up to a standing position. It turned to observe its master fighting the other, whiter Ewok, processors plotting out a route through the rapidly degrading battlefield to support Work’t. It began moving across the precarious terrain, wood cracking under its feet.

Bub Bub hopped back from a particularly wild strike, annoyed at the amount of reach Work’t had with his tall person saber. He bounced back again, over one of the new holes in the platform, shoto blade coming up defensively. Bub was getting annoyed and caught sight of the B1 making a valiant attempt to flank him.

No! No more droid! the violent little Ewok thought to himself, spinning and jumping, stabbing his shoto outwards at the B1. Work’t let out a shout of annoyance as he watched his master shove the green blade through his droid’s chassis, the ionized emitter sending a flash of blue sparks across the circuitry. The droid powered down, with a sad ‘Roger, Rooooogeeer’.

Bub landed with a little flourish and turned to see Work’t pulling a grenade from his belt, eyes going wide at the escalation. The older Ewok fumbled the explosive and finally activated it…Ewok paws were not made for delicate work, a struggle Bub Bub understood as he threw up another barrier. The grenade went off seconds after Work’t finally tossed it, a goop splashing over the barrier, sliding down it…to show that the techweaver had been caught in his own adhesive blast.

Work’t looked…miserable. The adhesive goop was in his fur, covering his armor, and sticking him to the platform. His droid was disabled, and his master was…lightly singed.

“We done?” he asked with a sigh, staring at Bub Bub in resignation, who grinned, pumping a fist in victory.

Yub Yub!

Bub began to circle, lightsabre casting stark light across the dim platform. The blade stance left his tip hanging close to the wood, superheating the rot and casting a rank smell into the air. For his part, Work’t brought his saber into a ready stance.

“Enough games with the force. Show me what you’ve learnt.”

Work’t grunted, stepping forward slowly, caution in his eyes. His right hand came off the saber hilt a moment, fiddling with the clasp. Bub watched as the older Ewok’s belt slammed to the floor, cocking his head.

*“Your armour is hardly lighter for being without a belt.” *

“Shut up!” Work’t growled, surging forward with a set of skilful swings, arcing gracefully. Bub snorted and deflected them with ease. The paired circled, leaving the belt behind Bub.

“Very pretty. Basic training swings will not end this battle, apprentice.” Amusement bled through the link as Bub countered, forcing Work’t to go defensive again, the younger Ewok’s blade tapping onto the red again and again. “Now, learn.” In a twist, the green blade went into a high swing for the Sith’s head. The blow was blocked quickly, only for the white furred shoulder of Bub to slam into Work’t, casting him back. A leg swipe followed, sending him to the ground and kicking the saber from his hand. The blade snapped off as the hilt went spinning into the void.

Bub intended to end the duel here, but the force suddenly sent a tingle down his spine. Slamming to the ground himself, lightsaber snapping off to not risk damaging the floor below him, Bub barely ducked in time for the adhesive grenade to snap past him, ripping a few furs painfully from the nape of his neck. Slamming a fist into the telekines face and kneeling up onto his chest, Bub reignited his blade and held it scant inches from Work’t’s neck.

“Match lost.” Bub said, in Ewokese. Work’t nodded, anger fading in his eyes as he controlled his breathing. Stepping up, Bub offered him a hand, which Work’t grasped.

“Closer.” Work’t muttered, ruefully looking over the edge. “Tonight bad, long search.” Bub chuckled, nodding. The pair turned, Work’t picking up his fallen B1 as they walked back towards the lander, the sun dipping below the horizon.