The jungles of Trandosha burned behind him.
Smoke curled through the towering canopy, thick and bitter, lit orange by the dying fires of a hunting outpost that no longer existed.
Bodies lay scattered among shattered durasteel barricades and splintered wooden platforms. Trandoshan banners—once hung proudly with flayed hides and trophy skulls—were torn down, trampled into the mud.
And through the ruin walked a tall, hooded figure in black.
Revan's mask caught the flicker of flame.
Anakin Skywalker did not hurry.
He had already done what he came to do.
He slaughtered them all
///
The holding pits were beneath the compound.
Iron bars thick as a man's arm. Energy fields crackling. The air reeked of blood and reptilian musk.
Anakin descended the steps alone.
His boots echoed.
At the far end of the corridor, chained to the wall, battered and scorched, was a massive Wookiee.
Black fur matted with dried blood.
Yellow eyes burned with defiance.
Black Krrsantan.
The Wookiee's head lifted at the sound of footsteps.
He bared his teeth, low growl rumbling—until he saw the mask.
He froze.
A rumble left him that wasn't anger.
Recognition.
Anakin stopped before the cage.
He didn't speak at first.
He simply extended a hand.
The Force surged.
The door crumpled inward like crushed foil.
The chains snapped.
Krrsantan stumbled forward, catching himself on one knee. He was injured—but not broken.
Anakin reached down and clasped the Wookiee's forearm.
He pulled him up.
For a moment they just stood there.
Then Anakin spoke quietly.
"They took my mother."
The words were simple.
Heavy.
Krrsantan's head lowered slightly.
Anakin's voice did not tremble.
"She's dead."
The Wookiee made a low, mournful sound.
He stepped forward and wrapped both massive arms around Anakin, lifting him slightly from the ground in a crushing embrace.
Anakin did not resist.
For once, he did not posture.
He closed his eyes behind the mask.
"I don't blame you," Anakin said softly. "You were deceived."
Krrsantan growled something sharp, angry at himself.
Anakin shook his head.
"No. This wasn't you."
His voice hardened.
"It was Sidious."
///
Hours earlier, in the upper levels of the compound, Anakin had cornered the Trandoshan leader.
A scarred brute with a gold-capped fang and trophies braided into his crest.
The Trandoshan had laughed when Anakin entered.
Stopped laughing when the lightsabers ignited.
Purple and red-black illuminated the room.
The interrogation had been short.
Anakin didn't need words.
He pressed his gloved hand to the creature's scaled skull.
The Force tore through its mind.
Images spilled out—
Credits transferred.
A talkative Newt Gunray.
A name.
Sidious.
The Trandoshan had not known who that truly was.
Only that Gunray paid well.
Only that the target was the Wookiee protecting a human woman on Tatooine.
Remove the protector.
Leave the woman exposed.
The Tuskens would do the rest.
The Trandoshan had laughed again.
Anakin had ended him.
Clean.
Efficient.
Unapologetic.
///
Now, with Krrsantan at his side, they moved deeper into the compound.
Past armories.
Past trophy halls lined with skulls.
Until they reached a chamber colder than the rest.
The air hummed.
Carbonite.
Mounted on the far wall like grotesque decorations were two massive slabs.
Wookiee forms frozen within.
Anakin froze, feeling something from them,
The Force… pulsed.
Not faint.
Not dormant.
Alive.
He stepped closer.
Krrsantan let out a confused rumble.
"They're alive," Anakin murmured.
Anakin could sense it; they were... old.
Ancient.
Layered with something deeper than rage.
Older than the Republic.
Anakin's eyes narrowed beneath the mask.
He raised his hand.
The carbonite began to crack.
The slabs split open.
Two massive shapes tumbled forward into Anakin's waiting grip of the Force.
They hit the floor hard — coughing, choking, claws digging into durasteel.
One was black as midnight, fur thick and matted from centuries of stasis.
The other pale — not albino, but white like frost-covered stone.
They rose slowly.
The jungle heat bled in through broken walls, steam hissing off their fur.
Krrsantan growled low in his throat, confused, wary.
The black twin's head snapped toward Anakin.
Then stilled.
They felt something within Anakin, something ancient, something familiar.
A deep, resonant roar echoed through the chamber — not aggression.
Recognition.
Anakin didn't move.
He let them feel him.
The Force rolled off him in controlled waves. Dark. Ancient. Familiar.
The black twin stepped forward first.
He inhaled sharply through flared nostrils.
Another rumbling call — lower this time.
Reverent.
The white twin answered in a sharper tone, circling slowly, studying Anakin from different angles. Their movements weren't confused or feral — they were assessing.
Remembering.
Anakin felt it before he understood it.
They were force-sensitive. The dark side rolled off of them; they were powerful, controlled.
They dropped to one knee.
Both of them.
Not because they were weak.
Because they were choosing.
Krrsantan stiffened in surprise.
Anakin tilted his head slightly.
"You know who I am," Anakin said in recognition.
They recognized him through the force, who he descended from, their old master, their old emperor.
The black twin let out a deep, rolling growl that vibrated the floor.
The white twin answered with a sharp bark, then bowed his head.
They weren't kneeling to him as Anakin.
They were kneeling to what flowed through him.
Krrsantan stepped forward, placing himself slightly between Anakin and the twins, protective.
The black twin rose slightly and let out a slow, deliberate rumble — respectful, not challenging.
The white twin thumped his chest once.
Allegiance.
Anakin exhaled slowly.
"I'm not him," he said softly.
The black twin let out a quiet chuff.
No.
But close enough.
The white twin placed a massive clawed hand against his own chest — then extended it toward Anakin.
Oath.
Anakin felt the Force tighten around the moment.
Heavy.
Binding.
Old.
He nodded once.
"Then stand."
They rose together.
three wookies now stood before Anakin in allegiance.
Krrsantan — scarred and furious.
The black twin — steady, disciplined.
The white twin — sharp-eyed and calculating.
And between them, masked and silent —
Anakin Skywalker.
The jungle wind howled through the broken compound.
Anakin turned toward the exit.
"Sidious thinks he moved pieces," he murmured.
The black twin gave a low, predatory rumble.
The white twin's claws flexed.
Krrsantan placed a massive hand on Anakin's shoulder briefly.
Family.
Anakin looked back at the burning outpost one last time.
"Let him think he's ahead."
They followed him into the Trandoshan night.
No speeches.
No declarations.
Just loyalty — ancient and deliberate — walking behind him.
And somewhere far across the stars…
A shadow shifted, unaware it had just gained three new enemies.
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Yeah this ones a short one, really short actually, but Im doing that because THATS RIGHT WERE JUMPING INTO CLONE WARS. Anyway, yeah, Anakin has got some cool new bodyguards now who remember his family. Sidious thought he did some calculations, but suprise, Anakin's got some ancient Sith Wookies fighting for him now. Anakin's only gonna get more allies, and more powerful here. Maybe a Blue guy in the future. Maybe some ancient Sith lord thought dead, who could that be. make some guesses. Maybe some clones that aren't canon because they're stupid op. Ok enough spoilers, next chapter is gonna be a super chapter so be excited for that, give me some time to get it out, and enjoy.