In the towering trees of Kashyyyk, atop one of the circular platforms constructed by the Wookies, Rhylance studied the massive living structures surrounding him. He’d heard stories of the dangerous flora high in the canopies, so he thought it best to search out ingredients for new poisons. War was on the horizon, and the Consul understood that there was work to be done.
Knowing that it was time to return to the rebuilding fleet of Taldryan, the Chiss took several steps forward until he stood on the edge of the platform gazing at the vast forests around him. Nature held a beauty he rarely saw. Blue flowers growing on the sides of some of the trees vibrantly stood out to the Chiss. The blue hue reminded him of someone who had left.
“My pet, I wish you could be seeing this with me right now,” he could almost hear a whisper saying “Blue” on the wind, but he knew it wasn’t real.
“Someone like you has a “pet”? I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
Rhylance turned at the sound of a man’s voice. Towards the opposite end of the platform, leaning against a small railing, was a man wearing a loose fitted white shirt, and tan pants, both covered by a cloak. Tousled brown hair framed his sharp facial features.
“Is there something I can help you with? If not, be on your way,” Rhylance said in annoyance.
“Actually there is. I’m here looking for a – now let me make sure I’ve got this right - ‘A blue skinned wastoid who likes to play with poison.’ Do you know anyone like that? If so, I’ve gotta collect him,” he answered, reading his datapad.
Rhylance was unamused by the flippant remark, but if it was him this stranger was after, it couldn’t be for any good reason. The Consul had places to be, people to dissect, and this man wouldn’t get in his way
“You are wasting my time. I do not know who you think you are, but I will not be going anywhere with you.”
“Well damn,” the man muttered as Rhylance turned to walk away. He pulled out a Westar-M5 Blaster Rifle. “I’d really hoped to do this the easy way.”
A blast of energy rocketed from the blaster rifle, erupting against the wooden platform near Rhylance's feet. Scorched wood splintered out, causing the Chiss to stumble back. As he righted himself, the butt of the Rifle connected with his cheek, knocking him to the ground, his face swelling. Looking towards his attacker, the rifle was pointed at him.
“The name is Terran, and on behalf of Clan Arcona, I’m here to bring you in. If I were you, I’d just come with me, wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty blue face of yours any more than i already have now would I?”
Rhylance tasted blood in his mouth. The Chiss adjusted his position on the floor, keeping his right hand out of sight. He managed to pull out his hunting knife, hoping to possibly disarm his enemy and give himself time to land a quick counter offensive.
“So, Atyiru sent one of her dogs my way. Bold move. Unexpected,” the Consul spit some blood out as he spoke, a small smirk spread across his swollen face.
“Probably wasn’t much of a fan of how you’ve been treating her clan-mates. Nice girl, terrifying though if you’re on her bad side.”
“I have a bad side myself. Are you sure you want to be on it?” Rhylance asked.
“Turn your face to the left, then I won’t have to see that bad side anymore.” Terran replied, his finger on his rifle's trigger.
In reply, Rhylance kicked out at Terran’s legs, and hurled the knife towards the man’s chest. Terran saw the attacks coming, and he felt a pull warning him to evade the knife. He rolled into Rhylance’s kick, and dodged the blade by a few inches. Rhylance took the moment to get back to his feet, pulling out his own blaster. He turned to face the, now standing, Terran, both having their firearms aimed.
“Now then, Terran. We’re both practical men, surely we can come to some sort of agreement,” Rhylance implored with a smooth voice.
“Yes, it’s called you come willingly.”
“Sorry, but that is something I cannot do,” the Chiss said as he pulled the trigger.
This reads weirdly with the commas such as they are. I think it'd be better without the comma after "shirt".
The commas on either side of "now standing" are extraneous, and the last half of the sentence is awkward.