BANA-FETT

The massive Star Destroyer entered the Kashyyyk atmosphere and almost as quickly as it arrived, Imperial Walkers appeared, closing in on Kokgnaab Palace, lumbering with deceptive speed due to their sheer size. Tie Fighters swooped down on the palace, showering the now deserted stronghold with fiery laser bolts. Explosions began to erupt within the walls of the once glorious palace, and fires ignited throughout the area. The walkers reached their target and opened fire, adding to the destruction. Ground troops exited their ships and poured into the structure, but it was too late. Bana-Fett and his rescuers had long since alerted Kokgnaab's residents of the impending attack. Immense explosions now rocked the palace, and the golden spire which once stood for power and possibility crashed to the ground. Bana-Fett watched the destruction on a display panel, a safe distance from the attack, but never again safe from those who ordered the carnage. {Someone once said "never trust the Sith"} thought Bana, as the medical droid tended to his extensive facial wounds. {One day, I'm going to have to learn to take advice} he mused, as the ship's engines fired, leading the bounty hunters out of range from the transmission of the attack on Kashyyyk, and towards a future unknown.