The tunnels were quiet now. Grarrukk's heavy footsteps echoed softly against the cold durasteel walls as he retraced his path back toward the rebel shuttle.
His breath came in slow rumbles. The fire that had fueled his rage now simmered into something colder — a sharp focus, a purpose beyond revenge.
"Rrrawwghh... grrruhh," he murmured softly — "Home calls."
As he neared the hangar, flickering lights showed the gathered rebels preparing to leave. Seyra spotted him first and rushed forward, relief flooding her face.
"Grarrukk! You made it!" she exclaimed.
He grunted in response, a deep, low sound that meant more than words. He didn't need to explain what he'd done — the weight in his eyes said it all.
"Hrrrgh... wrrahgh," he said quietly — "Oversseer… gone."
The rebels shared looks of surprise and respect. Freedom had come at a cost, and Grarrukk had paid it in full.
Seyra placed a hand on his massive arm. "We need you with us. The fight's just begun."
Grarrukk nodded, fur bristling. The Force thrummed in his veins like a living thing.
"Rrraargh... ghrarrr," he growled — "Together… stronger."
As the shuttle lifted off, leaving Kessel's burning shadows behind, Grarrukk felt the weight of a new destiny settling over him — not just as a warrior, but as a protector.
The stars awaited.