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Admittedly, Sister had never seen a Wookiee before, at least not up close. That might be why she found the new Jedi General strange.
The General was a tall sweep of deep brown hair, her pelt darker around her long legs and large paws. Her face was even darker, and her large pupils were very black, leaving only a hint of bright green iris which flashed in the gloom of the entranceway. Her feline face was impossible to read.
“Sir,” Commander Sister said, “Thank you for being prompt. I am Commander-5157, nicknamed ‘Sister’. The report didn’t include your name.”
The General let out a rumbling, coughing bark, like an engine failing to start.
“The General says: My name is Jedi Master Yannoq,” a whistling translator droid translated.
“Yannoq?” Sister echoed. Nowhere in the rumble of Wookiee had she heard the name ‘Yannoq’. She looked at the translator droid. “Are you sure--”
The General barked, showing a flash of teeth behind her black lips.
“The General says: Please address me, not the droid,” the translator droid said. As the General continued to rumble, the translator droid chirped up again. “The General says: I am very pleased to be working with you, and will work to earn your trust and respect. The General says: you must have had a difficult experience under the leadership of former Jedi Master Pong Krell, but I hope you will allow me to prove myself.”
Yeah, okay. As if Sister had any choice about that. But she was wise enough not to say that aloud. “Thank you, sir. I am pleased to be working with you, too.”