Barry

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First thing I decided to do was head back to Kashyyyk and pick up my uncle. We had a lot of work to do, and I'd feel a lot better if he was around. Besides, I had a lightsaber he had to help me with…

…Then unfortunately we hit a road bump. I was met at the port by Barradowwa. The big wookiee was the spitting image of his father only a hundred years younger and half a head taller. Not a fleck of grey hair and a little bit broader in the shoulder (not that Caradoc would ever admit it) Strapped to his back was his father's deadly, but helpful, vibro-axe, given to him by Caradoc. He roared, or yawned, in greeting as he waved at us with a heavy powerful clawed hand.

"Roland." He said simply, his dark green eyes flashing to the girls and rattletrap, one after the other, studying them. Before turning back to me and giving me a half smile, "Come on. Dad's waiting." He eyed the girls again and lead them along as well. "Come on, I don't want to miss dinner."

Barradowwa was a nice enough wookiee; a good warrior, a good hunter, and if you got enough wine into him he was actually a bit of a teddy bear. And while we didn't exactly socialize in the village when I lived here we still had time to chat and talk even hunt together with Caradoc. He seemed pretty cool; like a big brother. But normally he was doing the duties of a warrior wookiee when his father wasn't doing it.

"We won't be long." I told him running to catch up to his stride as he led me through the village, "We just need to pick up Caradoc."

His smile twitched slightly, and he suppressed a chuckle, "Mmmn. Yeah… Good luck with that Roland." He said, leading us to the village chief's hut, a massive hut carved into the very tree in the center of the village, more like a mansion really than a 'hut'.

"How are his legs?" I asked conversationally as Nike waved to a couple of young wookiee males who were eying her rather appreciatively.

Barradowwa was quiet for a moment but shook his head while he pushed the front door open. "After you." I blinked at him momentarily as the girls and Rattletrap began to explore the village a little. Only Nike remained but she quickly followed me inside.

Farreetta was the closest thing to a surrogate mother anyone could ask for. The wife of Caradoc was as kind, gentle, and motherly as my own moms, and she even treated me as such. Sending her daughters or youngest sons (who weren't quite warriors) to deliver hot meals to my home.

So I briefly didn't recognize her as she roared into her husband's cowering face. Caradoc sat nervously in a rather charred-looking wheelchair that looked like it had seen the wrong end of an explosion and had been hit a few times with a hammer to straighten out the bars. He was still wearing his 'kilt' and he seemed like a small child being scolded by his mother.

Farreetta turned and immediately smiled, her wookiee roar singing my praises as she approached and began to groom me. I smiled as her surprisingly soft paws stroked and combed my hair. Nike jumped in surprise as Farreetta soon did the same to her. she blinked at me nervously but smiled as Farreetta pulled away, licked her paw, and slapped down a rather unruly strand of fur on her big son, who took a large crunch fruit from the table and began to eat, watching us intently.

"Roland!" grinned Farreetta, "You're just in time for dinner! I have enough for you and your friends. Please sit! Sit! It's almost time."

Caradoc sat up straighter in the wheelchair, which seemed a little too small for him. And rolled towards me. "You come to get me boy?" he said looking hopeful, "You need me around right? Surely you can talk some-"

Farreetta ROARED into her husband's face as he cowered before her, sitting sheepishly in the chair. She snorted and nodded and turned to me. Looking serious. "Roland. You can't take this…" she smacked her husband with the back of her hand on the chest, "…Old codger in this state." She said, "He's not a young wookiee anymore!" she shouted at him.

"I can still smack around the warriors!" he replied indignantly. "Barradowwa! My axe!" he held out his hand, and obediently his son held out the vibro-axe only to get a good look at his mother's face… and immediately, (albeit hesitantly) put it back in the holder on his back.

"Sorry dad… Mom outvotes you." He replied sheepishly with a shrug. Caradoc slapped his legs in frustration, and instantly regretted it. But nodded understandingly.

"Farreetta I need Caradoc!" I begged, as the older big wookiee beamed. "Who else can do what he does? He protects me, guides me, trains me…"

"Roland… he's not a young wookiee…" she repeated kindly. "He's 367 years old! And I intend to keep him around for another hundred years! He doesn't heal as fast as he used too, doesn't move as fast…"

"Put him in a kolto tank for a few minutes." Nike added helpfully but Farreetta snorted disdainfully.

"She doesn't believe in kolto…" Caradoc mumbled, but he sat up straighter. "Farreetta. I owe Roland a lifedebt. He saved my life on Dathomier I need to pay that!"

Farreetta's harsh, unyielding gaze softened for a moment as her son began plucking food from the table again with his claws and eating little morsels. She nodded, once, then again… then once more, firmly and stoically. "…Yes. Roland does need a big wookiee to look out for him." She smiled and began grooming me again. "He's family! It won't do any good to send him out into the dangerous galaxy unprotected."

Nike smirked, hiding a laugh. I did have two deadly bounty hunters and (albeit temporarily) a mandalorian on my ship who were more than willing. But a wookiee did speed up a lot of stupid conversations.

"Good!" Caradoc smiled, "I'll pack my things and…"

"Barradowwa. Go pack what you'll need." She said immediately as the younger wookiee coughed out some semblance of meat onto the floor and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

"What?" he blinked a little confused.

"LIfedebts are not as complicated as humans want them to be." She said smiling, "Your father owes a lifedebt to Roland and he's in a position unable to fill it. So it is the first born son's duty to fill the role until released or your father is available."

Barradowwa looked at his father who immediately seemed to remember that particular loop-hole. "But Mom… what about the village?"

"Clarrocca will take over the warriors." She said, "And I already handle the day to day, and now that your father is semi-retired he can go back to BEING THE CHIEF…" she scolded, right as Rattletrap entered in the arms of a big wookiee female, (Clarrocca as a matter of fact)

"Mother! I have brought Roland's friends." She said proudly with X-E, Killa, Mirai and Seis following as they all entered the large hut.

"Bro! This chick is awesome! She threw a battleaxe and hit a kinyak dead on!" Farreetta began setting the table as I walked to Caradoc shrugging as he sighed.

"…She was not happy when I came home with these…" he grumbled, tapping his legs. "…She worries…" he added with a faint smile.

"Well… that's fine and dandy for you dad." Barradowwa began sourly, crossing his arms and wheeling his father to the table. "Doesn't seem to worry too much on sending her son off into the galaxy!"

"You have a hundred and a half some odd years on me. Besides, it'll be good for you…" he seemed to strain himself saying that. He really wanted to go.

Barradowwa snorted, as his big (large) sister slapped him on the shoulder and a dozen varying-sized wookiees began to pile in. All Caradoc's brood. Some were adults like Barradowwa and Clarrocca, but others were younger, barely more than children… Go Caradoc. Although admittedly a small handful were adopted, lost kids that Caradoc or Farreetta picked up over the years.

It felt nice. Eating with a family again. Rattletrap found himself among the kids, firing off his less deadly devices for them as they cheered. Like a mechanical magician and his lovely assistant X-E he entertained the young ones like a pro.

Seis, Mirai and Killa found themselves among Caradoc's warrior sons and daughters, arm wrestling and other displays of strength before heading outside to practice shooting. Nike remained by my side, chatting animatedly with Farreetta, but not straying far from me… I think she wanted to make sure I was close by. It was sweet.

However, knowing I couldn't dodge the bullet for long… I finally told Caradoc about my dad…

He was quiet through most of it. His eyes narrowed sourly as I went into detail. Then when I had finished he went quiet. Pondering everything I had said in his greying furred covered mind. "…Barradowwa." He said finally, as his son looked up from his food. He was still a little annoyed, but he listened intently to his father. "Go with Roland. Watch his back." He said seriously, Barradowwa's eyes widened slightly. I was surprised too, Caradoc was apparently giving up his attempts to get back on the ship and giving Baradowwa his blessing.

"I'd love to pick up the ax again… but a handful of sith?" he sighed before slapping his paw proudly on his son's shoulder. "Your best chance is Barradowwa." He grinned at his son who actually seemed to tear up, before standing from the table and nodding to his father in silence, heading deeper into their home to gather his things.

"…Passing the torch?" I asked Caradoc sighed as his youngest daughter, about fifteen years older than I was. Clambered onto his lap, he grinned happily at her, ignoring the pain she obviously caused him.

"Ah well…" he smiled, "…I should spend time with the kids. But I won't be stuck in this old clunker forever Roland." He slapped the slightly repaired wheelchair. "If you ever need me. Call. I'll take the heat from the misuses later." I smiled at my uncle and gave him a hug, right as Rattletrap suddenly set himself on fire to the delight of the kids. Luckily some older wookiees and X-E doused him immediately in water and he held up a thumb to the delight of the kids.

Barradowwa soon returned with a pack over his shoulder, looking at me and nodding to the door his intentions were clear. I nodded and began walking with him outside and towards the ship.

"You don't have to come Ms. Nike." He said suddenly, and I jumped to find the rather humored-looking Nike all tightened up in her suit. "I assure you the captain will be well protected in my presence." He grinned at her and gave out a deep yodeling laugh.

Nike however wrapped her arms around mine, pressing it between her breasts as she grinned at our new crewman. "I don't know if you've noticed Barry." She said, completely butchering Barradowwa's name. "But Roland here is very depressed that his Uncle won't be coming with us."

"I am?" I asked a little surprised as we made it to the Lost Dream.

"…Now that you mention it Ms. Nike the captain does seem to be very disappointed." Barradowwa said sagely, catching on half a minute before I did, walking up the ramp with us and dropping his gear in the hold to be placed later.

"Indeed." She replied and took my hand she placed it behind her back, pressing it firmly to her beautiful, bountiful rear, letting it twitch in my grip with well-practiced skill. "So perhaps you should remain at Caradoc's going away party for a little while as I cheer him up…"

Barradowwa nodded thoughtfully, "…Aye, I do like that idea. I should say goodbye to my many siblings… and girlfriends." He noted thoughtfully, heading to the ramp. "Make sure you do a satisfactory job Ms. Nike."

"Oh don't worry, satisfaction guaranteed." Nike smiled, turning to me seconds after the ramp closed, and kissing me as she let her hands slink into my hair… purring into my mouth. I lifted her easily in my arms and carried her to my room.

Deftly shifting her body in my arms she straddled me as I fell onto my back, purring into my mouth as she kissed me before sitting up and tearing her suit open, letting her breast bounce free of their bindings and squeezing them lovingly as I watched, giggling as she felt my approval throbbed between her legs. She wiggled her hips, dancing lazily on top of me as her body shifted and jiggled in all the right places before dropping on top of me and burying my face between her breasts as she purred…

Unable to take it I rolled her over, she lay flat on the bed, giggling happily as I caressed her chest, licking her hardened nipples as I absently tried to remove the rest of her clothes as she did the same with me. "I'm not going anywhere…" she cooed sweetly as her suit was finally removed from her body… my hand slipped down her slender, but toned stomach, feeling her black and white fur between my fingers as I suckled her nipples… then began to 'pet her pussy'.

She shimmied her hips beneath my toy, her wet pussy practically spreading on its own trying to invite me in deeper. With something bigger, and harder than my fingers as her arms lashed onto the sheets, her skilled dancer's hips thrusting upwards, begging for more with not so much words but purring passion as her chest rumbled with the addicting noise she made when I made her happy, pulling me closer to her chest so I could hear better and get more of her supple furred flesh into my mouth.

She twitched, and shivered again as her legs lashed out and she came, panting happily as she came down. "…Damn Roland…" she gasped, sucking in air as her chest heaved into a soft purr. "How'd you get so good with your fingers?"

"Well… Mom said you have to have good fingers to work a sword…" then she suddenly laughed, tightening around my fingers as I carefully slipped them out of her moistening pussy. She grabbed my head, still laughing, and pulled me to her lips as she kissed me gently.

"That sounds so wrong when you 'petting' me… now then." She cooed, stroking my pants as she felt me harden in her hands. "I believe I need to help you with your severe 'disappointment'." She smiled as she released my 'disappointment' and carefully stroked it. Then she pulled me into her, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I was thoroughly cheered up. Much later she whimpered as she came, squeezing me tightly as I pinned her and released, she gasped as she felt me fill her insides. Holding me firmly as I finished inside.

"…Wooo…" she breathed happily, shifting herself beneath me as I collapsed on her. "…You know I think I've finally gotten used to that…" she stroked my head. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and groaned in relief before carefully rolling off her as she closed her legs and purring contentedly.

"Used to what?" I asked as she got up and proudly stretched before me, my eyes watching her rear jiggle as she strutted playfully to the shower, briefly winking at me over her shoulder as she entered. Her hand rear appeared and playfully pulled a finger, wanting me to follow her.

…Who was I to deny her?... déjà vu…

As I followed her into the shower as the water turned on, she carefully rinsed herself off and began to… dance, as if that was her way of singing in the shower. Her hair was sleek with water as it shined in the water, she looked over her shoulder again at me, her eyes lowering to my obvious erection as I approached her from behind and slipped it between her bouncing buttcheeks as it clapped around me, almost tickling.

"Hmmm… that feels familiar." She cooed as I pressed her to the wall, "Oh! That's new." My hands gripped both of her shapely moldable cheeks as I pulled them apart and carefully pressed my cockhead against her familiar hole. Her red eyes glinted at me over her shoulder as she let a soaking hand stroke my cheek. "I like the initiative." She smirked as I pushed. "Oh yeah…" she moaned, her ass pulsing around my length as I went deeper and deeper into her. She giggled and wiggled her ass against me as I began to move, she gasped and moaned as her ass noisily slapped against my waist as I went in and out. Her legs suddenly went stiff and she leaned back against me, gasping as water flowed down her chest, I turned her head and kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth as I kept thrusting.

"Mmn! MMMMMNNN!!!" she moaned into my mouth as my fingers began stroking her pussy as she came again, I lifted her from the shower floor and I buried myself into her and she squirted all over the wall… good thing Rattletrap has a through recycle system. She screamed as the orgasm hit her, and her feet gently brushed on the floor…

"…Fuuuck…" she moaned twitching slightly as I held her close, not pulling out. "…N-never mind… I'm going to have to talk to the girls later." But instead of talking I had other ideas, I turned her around, pinned her back to the wall, and kissed her…

Memorizing her taste I finally let her finish her shower. Helping, of course, thoroughly scrubbing her down and lathering her body with shampoo… a lot of shampoo.

"Stop!" she giggled as I focused on her chest, "Stop or we'll just going to go at it again!" she slapped my hands away, giggling as she kissed me again. Finally rinsing off.

"But now you're all sleek and soft…" I cooed, wrapping her from behind again as we dried off.

"Oh god I've broken you!" she laughed as we made our way back to the bed.

"Alright that's enough of that." We jumped as we covered ourselves, finding Barradowwa standing in my doorway eating a large fruit. He turned around letting us dress, "Mmmn…" he noted as I pulled on my pants, "But with all the stories dad used to tell me about Roland's father I imagine there will be plenty of time for that."

"Ruining the mood Barry." Nike growled with a catlike hiss as he shrugged.

"Is something wrong?" I asked as he shrugged again.

"Dad says that if you plan to start REALLY working for Torga you should start as soon as possible…" he said as I followed him through the ship, he seemed to also be memorizing the various nooks and crannies. "Which of course means to mother that you should get a good night's sleep at home and a fresh start in the morning."

"You stop him sleeping with me so he could go to sleep?" Nike glowered at him, but he seemed unaffected by her angry stare.

"…Yeah kind of." He replied bluntly.

I merely sighed as Nike tried to establish dominance with the big wookiee. "…I guess there is some sense in it. He might have a job ready for us… and it might give me time to practice with mom's lightsaber with Barradowwa."

"No. His name is Barry now." Nike scolded, but Barradowwa blinked at me with his dark amber eyes.

"…What?" he asked, eyeing me curiously.

"Uh. A lightsaber?" I said, "We talked about this with Caradoc. You're going to help me right?"

"…I don't know how to fight with a lightsaber." Barradowwa said rather abruptly.

"How hard can it be?" Nike said rather airily, shoving his bag off the couch in the kitchen (now his bed) and glaring at him. "It can't be that hard."

"No. It's exactly that hard." Barradowwa replied. "I've never held a lightsaber, I don't know how to use one and I don't want to touch one to figure it out. Its not a toy or a training weapon it's a 'hot plasma rod of death'." He said, except for that last part, I think it was some sort of wookiee curse word, a measurement of heat and a noun, but I couldn't translate it properly, so I improvised. "We're going to need a real master for that… preferably a Jedi." He added crossing his big muscular arms.

"We don't really know any Jedi." I replied, "I know of a few SITH that want to talk to me."

"Mmmn." He replied, "Let's avoid that." He said bluntly.

"We'd have a better job of it if I knew how to use a lightsaber!" I replied with a disappointed sigh.

"Mmmn. It's a vicious cycle."

"Stop being snarky!" I shouted at him dejectedly, dropping next to Nike as she stroked my shoulder comfortingly. "…Great." I added.

"…Well deal with that when the time comes." Nike replied. "Are you staying on the ship BARRY?" She asked, looking the picture of innocence.

"…Are you really going to keep calling me that?" he asked her calmly, sighing through his nose.

"…Dad says consistency is important." I said thoughtfully, getting up and walking back to my room. Patting the big wookiee on the arm as I did. I was in my bed for about ten minutes before Nike joined me, wrapping her arms around me and taking a deep breath…

Then with a heavy purring from her chest, we were off to sleep.

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