Supremechief

What started as a routine raid on another slave transport convoy in the Shadow Lands has evolved into hope for a conclusion of the mission on Kashyyyk. During the assault, I received word from my scouts on the lookout for Imperial reinforcements that they encountered a strange droid that was quickly subdued, followed by reports of another unidentified party. Leaving the majority of the assault team to liberate the prisoners and take as much equipment that can be carried, I raced to rendezvous with the scouts and to my surprise, among the interlopers was Abigail Tacaar. I was overfilled with hope and relief, not at seeing her, but on my assumptions that she was here because our absence had indeed been noticed. I would have been willing to interrogate her then and there to confirm my assumptions, but experience in these lands reminded me that it was not the right place for such a reunion, as Imperial reinforcements are likely on their way. There was also the small possibility that the

It would seem that Chuundacca can no longer ignore the fact that not only we're still alive, but were still strong weeks after his ambush. Wookie scouts have been spotted in the Shadowlands, and after they were captured and interrogated, revealed they were sent to locate our camp to direct a full Imperial assault. Fortunately, each scouting party we find were either captured or killed without letting a single wookie to escape. Even if they did not know where our camp is, yet, a single scout informing Chuundacca where the attack was could be used as a waypoint to find our camp. And with our fuel supplies down to emergency reserves, relocation will not be an option unless we can secure a large supply of fuel. Until then, we must save those reserve for when we break the blockade. And breaking the blockade has become increasingly popular. Despite our apparent successes, we are still taking losses. A recent head count reveals that our fighting force is down to forty two warriors, and

Since the massacre that nearly killed half of our forces days ago, we have suffered our first casualty. A routine raid on an Imperial supply outpost, with the objectives to steal the sorely needed supplies for our forces, and to gather intel from their computers. As well as to free any wookie prisoners and sabotage their equipment if time and opportunity allowed it. During the firefight in the raid, one of my veteran warriors, Mallory, was blown away by taking shelter near a supply crate that turned out to be filled with Imperial explosives. A fact we did not know until we saw the explosive warning insignia on the crate once it caught on fire. When we did, well, no need to repeat what had happened. I did not know Mallory personally. But during her funeral, those who did know her called her the Black Nexu of Ordo. How she got the title, well, according to her close friends, she brought misfortune upon all who stood before her. Guess all those years of giving bad luck came back around.

Despite our current circumstances, Chuundacca may have done us a favour by betraying us. Under the agreed contract, we were supposed to consent to the wookies request as to how we would conduct ourselves while on mission. Now, with our primary ally turned enemy, we now have free reign on how we conduct our war against the Empire. Every day we spend on this word, we have been raiding Imperial convoys for both intel and supplies to sustain ourselves, with no more restrictions on how close to the wookie villages we get. About an hour ago, we ambushed one such supply. Not only did we gain much needed weapons, fuel and medicine, but also some valuable information from the prisoner before we executed them. Of course, the big prize was the wookie prisoners on route for slave camps. That sure made Tarfful happy. With each wookie we free directly from the Empire, the more true allies we have to begin a real rebellion. Speaking of Tarfful and his own supporters, our raids have now increased