A Star Wars Christmas...

What...What do I call this...

                   Lux stared into the empty abyss of the ended holocomm call, his eyebrows knitting together in a hurt frown. Ahsoka had managed to mention a few number of times about how protective Anakin was, but this? He felt like he had opened a door to a wrath he was never prepared for. Tossing it aside, he lifted a small necklace from a soft, beige box. The middle pendant gleamed lightly in the dark room, and he almost felt as if he should just forget the warning and give it to her anyway. Why should he listen to one that was so grumpy to as threaten a Senator? "I thought Jedi were supposed to be peace keepers." Clearly not this one.

              The tired Wookie...

Wait. I forgot he was still here. He never left... This is kind of awkward. Sorry, Alfred.

            Alfred looked down at the tired young man, letting out a soft growl. His furry paw awkwardly patted the top of Lux's head--however, due to the fact that Wookies are huge and the human head is considerably smaller than basically every other part of a Wookie; he ended up knocking Lux out. His body went to a immediate broken doll pose, his hand still clasped around the gift. Alfred's eyes widened, rushing over the Senator with a louder growl. 

         After several taps to the limp body, the Wookie stood up, looked around the empty, vast room, and quietly stepped out as if he had no other cares in the world.

Of course, besides maybe killing a Senator.

Wanted: A very tall Wookie, with a sense of love sickness, relationship advice, and possible murder.