Wynk Waawat’s Farewell Address

Your holonet receiver springs to life with a familiar green and gold logo and a stirring orchestral theme. An EV droid in matching colors stands at the back of an Ithorian cathedral, where Wynk Waawat, Oracle of Ithor and Jungle Pope, stands at the pulpit.

“I’m coming to you live from the sanctuary of one of the many newly christened herdships operated by The Legacy of Ithor, where Wynk Waawat is giving his farewell sermon. Come watch with me.”

The Ithorian is dressed in his finest green robes and wearing his silliest fancy hat. His tone is joyous, even jovial.

“My dear People, My dear Ithorians and Bothans, and my dear Jedi and Rangers, and Rebels, and Independents, and pirates, and smugglers, and businessmen, riflemen, droids, miners and builders,

“You may have heard the rumors – it’s true. I’m stepping down from leading the Legacy of Ithor. Where am I going? To be honest, I haven’t the foggiest. All I know is that Mother Jungle has summoned me, and that I must leave everything behind to follow her lead. Her purposes will be revealed at the right time, I have no doubt. 

“Before I go, I want to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that four years as your Oracle is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable sentients. I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

“In particular, I would be remiss if I did not thank a few folks to whom I am forever grateful:

• Char`Kargis Olort, Mador Anami, and Torth Ladar of the Antarian Rangers — you all gave me my start out here. 
• Rivain Dumat, my friend, mentor, and Jedi Master — you taught me patience and presence.
• The incomparable Shiv Monite, my second-in-command and dear friend  — Verily: Utinni.
• And to the countless friends who made this chaotic galaxy a better place — The Force knows you’ve made these past four years brighter.”

“But secondly, we are here to celebrate my successor. For today, Wrrath Khuykiaal has been ordained as your new Jungle Pope! He shall carry in his heart the Legacy of Ithor: that legacy of peace, profit, and a love for all things that grow. May Chodo Habat and all the Saints of Ithor guide you on this journey.

“While I have done my best as your Oracle, I am nevertheless too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that I erred many times. May Mother Jungle mitigate my errors. I shall also carry with me the hope that my fellow sentients will never cease to view them with indulgence and that, after four years of my life dedicated to its service with an upright zeal, my many faults will be consigned to oblivion, as I myself must soon be to the Force.

“And finally, I would like to remind all of you to keep your heart open to the teaching of the Mother Jungle.”

He places his hand on a large, paper copy of Oracles from Ithor.

“Give more than you take. Be kind and courteous. Leave the galaxy better than you found it. Be peaceful, but not harmless. Be excellent to each other. Be wise as Cy’eens and innocent as Porgs.”

The sermon wraps up, and Wynk is followed by a crowd down to the docking bay. His Horizon-class star yacht, a mobile research station and terrarium, has The Red Fox in bright paint on its hull, and underneath it in italics: ‘As you from crimes would pardoned be, Let your indulgence set me free.’  Wynk, visible in the cockpit window, begins the startup sequence.

The Camera cuts back to the EV droid, in an observation deck of the Herdship overlooking pristine Ithor.

“Wynk’s career has been exciting. He has charted new hyperlanes, founded the Galactic Parks Network, brokered peace where blasters once spoke, trained Jedi apprentices, captured notorious criminals as an Antarian Ranger, made a pilgrimage to Ithor, founded The Legacy of Ithor, breathed life into the tradition of the Merchantates, rebuilt the Ithorian Skyyards, and restarted Herdship Production, served on the board of the new Ithorian Medical and Surgery Center, colonized Bubbok, hosted the Legacy Triple Crown races, and (according to rumor) was one of the patrons behind last year’s Herdfest. Wherever he goes next, adventure is sure to follow.”

Wynk smiles and waves to the crowd as the Red Fox lifts off and makes the jump to hyperspace. He grins at his trusty protocol droid.

“Let’s go exploring!”

(One of Wynk’s daughter’s rendition)