Crom'nen
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Jul 24, 2014 8:36:46 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Jul 24, 2014 8:36:46 GMT -8
Tra'fenn, who had never been off world before, stood back, greatly confused by the humans. He always thought that his cousin was rather exaggerating their oddities. Apparently not.
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Duke Australis
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Aug 1, 2014 13:42:33 GMT -8
Post by Duke Australis on Aug 1, 2014 13:42:33 GMT -8
His cousin did exegorate, Duke was just... erm... special. He was a Homer Simpson with great explosive knowledge enclosed in heavy armour of destruction. None the less, if there was something he did have skills for it was military equipment. He manadged to pry free some parts of the droids CPU and hard drives, putting it in an other bag. They did some scans and determined that beskar was not used for construction. Thank the lords of Mandalore. Would have been hard to disassemble this thing.
When done, they stood in front of Tra again.
"So... either you give me some explosives, or you let me walk all the way to my ship and back with my own. We need to pick this baby to little pieces. Would be nice if you could get some blast shielding too. Mostly to protect people from the debris."
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Crom'nen
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Aug 4, 2014 7:50:42 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Aug 4, 2014 7:50:42 GMT -8
Tra'fenn looked questioningly at a young Major, who started to issue orders as suggested by the Mandalorian.
=Tra'fenn=
So what will you do now?
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Duke Australis
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Aug 11, 2014 8:22:47 GMT -8
Post by Duke Australis on Aug 11, 2014 8:22:47 GMT -8
The mouthpiece of his Buy'ce divided in the middle, and slid to the sides again. Duke liked people to see the proffecionalism that was a the pride of mandalorian sappers.
"Boom."
He grinned.
Took him nearly two hours to set it. It was a series of small explosives to loosen the frame, and the joints, topped off with a charge of thermite. Scans had showed no internal detonation devices, so all Duke wanted was to melt the insides, and leave the arms and leggs for the Twinkies to "Humm" and "Aaah" over. Those were not that intresting aniways. So, finally when he was done, he assured them that his work was precise and mostly harmless to people or the surrounding buildings (if you could call those ruins that).
See, duke had two fascinasions... wait, make tht three, adding the oposite sex... Well, the first was always food, the second was explosions. The logic was well founded, if you dont eat, you cant see or make explosions.
And this was one of his masterpieces. The first small charges went off, blasting holes in the chassis, six, seven, then eight pops, then four nearly simantanious large bangs as the Basilisk lost its limbs, the pieces of heavy metal was flung into the blast shields set up previously. This got the Basilisk main body into a spinning in one place kind of motion. Then... suddenly... Thermite. A thick tower of sparks flew up, truly makring the end of the mandalorian attack for Lessu, as the machine of war slowly degraded into nothing but a resource to be molten down again and be made into... forks, or toys, or... blades to protect Twinkieland, or whatever these Twinks did with good high grade metal.
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Crom'nen
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Aug 26, 2014 6:12:02 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Aug 26, 2014 6:12:02 GMT -8
Tra'fenn ducked when the explosion happened. He stood back up and dusted himself off.
No, I meant what are you going to do now that you've seen all of this?
Meanwhile...
Recovery and demotion continued in the city, while planet-wide, they prepared for elections of new Clan leaders.
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Duke Australis
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Sept 13, 2014 4:57:01 GMT -8
Post by Duke Australis on Sept 13, 2014 4:57:01 GMT -8
Duke shrugged.
"Gather my stuff and go home where I can ware weapons as I like. Oh... about this? Yeah... well, we will recover whatever data we can, ask around, analise, try to peace together what happened from a Mandalorian standpoint. Then, ask some smarter people for advice, then determine if we will do nothing, or start exiling people.
Then, maybe get mighty drunk."
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Crom'nen
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Sept 15, 2014 6:23:00 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Sept 15, 2014 6:23:00 GMT -8
Tra'fenn could only nod. He did not know how else to respond.
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Duke Australis
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Sept 23, 2014 4:36:20 GMT -8
Post by Duke Australis on Sept 23, 2014 4:36:20 GMT -8
Duke saw the twinkies distress. He maybe wished for a wild hunt for the wreched mandalorians that kicked their ass, but that was not the mando way. If the Mandalorians here fought the good fight, and the twinkies lost, there aint much to do about it. Beside... well, advice from the lion to the antelope.
"Dont take it hard son, next time you are better prepeared. Its not a shame to loose to the Mandalorians, many have, but you guys still have standing buildings, wich is nice. Next time you will be better prepeared, no? Give us a better fight?"
He.... Well, Duke is know to want good, but he is not the best at diplomacy...
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Crom'nen
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Sept 23, 2014 5:57:43 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Sept 23, 2014 5:57:43 GMT -8
Fire suddenly showed in Tra'fenn's eyes.
We didn't lose. People may have died, but we forced the to retreat. We even forced the pirate schutta to return our civilians that they were planning on taking as slaves. We didn't lose.
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Oct 7, 2014 11:45:00 GMT -8
Post by Duke Australis on Oct 7, 2014 11:45:00 GMT -8
His eyebrow went up. This is kinda useless to mention because the tinted T visor tottaly did not show it.
"Pirates? Tell me more, my divided headed friend."
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Oct 8, 2014 6:37:28 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Oct 8, 2014 6:37:28 GMT -8
Tra'fenn bared his fangs at the nickname, but only for a second.
They wore Mandalorian gear, but they did not speak with the accent. They were plunderers, raiders, not warriors of your reputed skill. In their transmissions, they claimed to be the true Mandalorians, and that those who occupied Mandalore would be punished. Of course, boasting stopped when they realized they were engaged with a strong warrior culture, not weaklings like Bothans or Ewoks.
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Oct 11, 2014 7:51:43 GMT -8
Post by Duke Australis on Oct 11, 2014 7:51:43 GMT -8
It took him every ounce of his personality and one look at Sherer to hold back a comment about 'Strong Warrior Culture'. He could feel Sherers gaze piercing through that T visor of hers.
"Is there a recording of this? Did these... true mandalorians... have something in common with the ones that flew the Basilisk?"
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Oct 13, 2014 6:59:43 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Oct 13, 2014 6:59:43 GMT -8
They were the ones in the armor, with the Basilisk. There might be recordings, once we can find the equipment in these burned out hulks of buildings. But be honest, had you attacked us, could we have repulsed you? Could we have forced you to surrender and return those that you had captured? These fakers, they were dishonorable. They were not warriors of what Mandalorians should be.
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Nov 18, 2014 8:05:41 GMT -8
Post by Crom'nen on Nov 18, 2014 8:05:41 GMT -8
Elections were held for the new members of the Twi'lek clans, even as demolition and recovery efforts continued in the city. Just as Crom'nen had hoped, the elections went smoothly, and the people he projected were elected. The five newly elected Clan leader where Anoon'necarthi, Alask'sivron, Jart'fortuna, Pol'secura, and Bril'fenn. A temporary structure was built near the old capitol for them to meet until the new one could be finished.
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Nov 1, 2015 22:11:55 GMT -8
Post by staviik Valentine on Nov 1, 2015 22:11:55 GMT -8
Dropships hurtled from the sky dropping squadrons of cultist warriors on the ground. Each squadron consisted of five warriors. The first was a squadron leader followed by a heavy gunner and a secondary gunner, next comes the marksman, and finally the demolitions specialist. These warriors were dressed in black completely with medium combat suits and visored helmets. Each soldier's combat suit was painted to resemble a skeletal chest, and the commander of each squadron sported a red visor instead of the standard black. These cultist troopers carried weapons dependent upon their position in the squadron. The heavy gunner in each squadron carries a heavy repeating blaster with a power generator on his back. The secondary gunner carries a standard blaster rifle and the tripod for the repeating blaster, as well as this he carried five power cells for the repeating blasters good for 20 shots each. The marksman in each squadron carries a modified tusken cycler, with improved optics and barrel modifications for accuracy. The demolitions specialist carries a TTT-54 thumper grenade launcher, these were generally set to fire fragmentation and concussion grenades, but each specialist carried a separate cylinder for firing thermal detonators. The squadron leader of each unit carries a conscript blaster carbine and has a H.U.D. built into their helmet to relay orders and receive them.
As cultist landed they were met with heavy resistance by the twi'lek warriors at first, but slowly began to push them back. As the cultist soldiers fought their way into the city square the dropships the came in on became mobile gun platforms raining death upon the defending faction below. Staviik stepped out of his dropship and strode forth onto the battlefield his personal guard in tow.
"Kass and Val I want you two with me, Darik and Zask each of you take a squadron. Darik I want you to sweep the left side and take those apartments, Zask go to the right and sweep the storefronts. Go door to door and kill anything that raises a weapon. I do not want civilians harmed Daekhar needs test subjects and converts." Staviik said as he continued walking forward. As Staviik marched he signaled to a squadron of cultist getting them to fall in line behind him and the two women he walked with.
"On it Staviik" Darik said as he took over for a squadron of cultist and moved to left. As he approached the door to the apartments he signaled for the squadron leader to take point. Kicking the door open the man rushes into the hallway gunning down the first two twi'lek that peek from a covered barricade. The squadron leader is then ripped down by blasterfire screaming as he falls. "Fire that launcher into the hallway and give them time to set up that MG" Darik yells as he blind fires into the hallway. Stepping out for a brief second the sound of the grenade launcher was heard sending concussion grenades into the hallway as the heavy repeater was set up on its tripod. The heavy gunner yells loudly as he lets blaster bolts fly down the hallway shredding cover and twi'lek alike as screams of panic and pain echo in harmony. "Hold your fire" Darik yells before taking point and leading the squadron in to clear the rest of the apartments.
At the same time this was happening, Zask and his squad had charged the storefront. A twi'lek squadron had set up a machine gun emplacement and were dug in opening fire on anyone who moved forward. Zask had the MG lay down suppressing fire on the storefront as he spotted for the marksman. Every few seconds a shot would ring out and a new splatter of blood would coat the back wall of one of the shops. Eventually Zask ordered the squadron to move forward and the demolition specialist and secondary gunner were mowed down, a blaster bolt nicking Zask's cheek as he dropped to the ground. The twi'leks were still holed up tight in hopes of surviving long enough for reinforcements that would never come. Crawling over to the dying demolition man Zask drives his knife into the man's windpipe to end his suffering before rolling him over and taking the specialized vylinder for thermal detonators out of his bag. Fixing the cylinder into the newly appropriated grenade launcher Zask lobbed six thermal detonators into the storefront watching as it exploded in a mass of debris, fire, and body parts.
During all of this Staviik had moved forward to the central courthouse, the closest thing the city had to a town hall. "I WANT DEMO CHARGES ON THAT DOOR NOW" Staviik roared to the squadron behind him. Rushing forward the specialist in the squad placed multiple charges on the door falling back behind a shield barricade the rest of the squadron had set up. Detonating the charges allowed the two MG's Staviik had set up to cross fire directly into the town hall, but he ordered them to hold fire, Signaling to Val and Kass to activate their stealth field generators Staviik ordered the rest of the squadron to remain outside and to make sure no one else followed. Walking in Staviik found the city council seated and six guardsmen with blaster rifles aimed at him. The guardsmen slowly encircled him closing rank as Staviik stared down the council in front of him. Finally, Staviik spoke "My name is Staviik Valentine and your city and very soon your world will be under the control fo the order of O'lim".
"Staviik, you may sack our city but our world shall stand, furthermore you will not be leaving this room alive" one of the elderly Twi'lek said. A slight smile appeared on Staviik's face, a sight which was made all the more terrifying by the horrid visage of a skull his tattoos portrayed. Without warning Staviik launched himself to the left his massive scythe arcing around at an almost inhuman speed to catch the twi'lek guard's neck. The man didn't have time even scream as his head was ripped free of his body the remaining five began to raise their weapons, but before they could fire Val and Kass fired multiple spikes into each of their chests. The seven inch spines their rifles launched punching through the twi'lek armor almost laughably well. Moving forward Staviik handed Val a knife and had her dispatch of four of the five elders. Dragging the last elder to the steps outside the courthouse, Staviik proceeded to beat him brutally with blunt end and shaft of his scythe. Before throwing a kick that landed with a sickening crunch on the man's ribcage and sent him rolling down the steps. "THIS CITY IS OURS!" Staviik yelled to the rest of the cultist around him. Small firefights still happened in some spots of the city as what was left of the guard fought to the last, but the city was taken all that was left was for Daekhar to do his work.
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Nov 24, 2015 1:33:46 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 1:33:46 GMT -8
Daekhar's transport came flying down through the planet's atmosphere, breaching the clouds that had started to gather over the city, and was soon followed by 6 TIE/IN Interceptors with a pair of missiles each. The 7 craft pass low over the city, before the TIE's pulled off and dropped the missiles across various parts of Lessu where the resistance was strongest, whilst Daekhar's transport headed for the Clan Council building where Staviik was waiting. As the bombs impacted the ground, they started to release a green mist amongst the Twi'lek ranks, causing the start of the infection, an infection which was borne from a similar design to the Rakghoul plague that had ravaged Taris years ago. At that same moment, Daekhar and his Death Guard exited the transport at the base of the stairs, the Grand Shaman looking down upon the broken form of the Clan Council member that Staviik had left alive for him.
One leader was all it really took, he thought to himself as he tossed back his hood and his cloak flew about him in the wind, revealing glimpses of the skull talisman he wore attached to his chest. He then offered a hand to the Council member, pretending to aide the suffering man, as he helped him to his knee's, before his left hand began to glow with a brilliant green flame which he thrust upon the man's forehead. The old mans eyes widened as he was shown glimpses of what was to come, before his individuality was wiped from existence by the plague and replaced by a willingness to serve Daekhar's will
You fell down these steps as a disgraced ruler, now rise as the first born amongst our new army!
Daekhar stepped back as the last moments of the transformation completed, before the new beast rose to it's feet and let out a bloodcurdling roar, before the beast raced off towards the city streets to find it's first victim to spread the plague to. Daekhar then turned towards the last of the guards in the square and tossed a blast of green flame at each of them, turning them all into newborn Rakghoul's to further help increase the size of their army and the chance of the infection spreading. As it stood, it was still at least another 6 hours before the rebels would be turned by the bombs, and he did not contain the strength to hasten the whole cities transformation, so for now they could do naught but use the forces they current had. It was then that Daekhar looked up at his brother in spirit
O'lim smiles upon us this day. Our tribute pleases him...
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Jan 27, 2016 20:03:24 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 20:03:24 GMT -8
Southwestern Lessu
Ayy'teska had not wanted to leave the Fire Temple, for doing so felt as though she were abandoning the worshipers and other citizens of Lessu who had come to the Temple seeking refuge or comfort, but her responsibilities as Sou'kiva require that she think beyond the Fire Temple alone; as one of the advisors of the Head Clan, she must think of all of Ryloth, and so when the trio of weary and battered Sesk'vati had come to tell her that they had come to see that she was made safe, Ayy'teska had not argued the point with them. Two of the Fire Temple's Sesk’nabsilai, Force sensitives pledged to serve the Temples, had insisted on accompanying the small band to ensure her safety, and Ayy'teska later had cause to be glad she permitted them to do so; the Sesk'nabsilai's abilities proving invaluable when the party encountered a swarm of Rakghouls which they very nearly did not escape from.
The supposedly secure location the Sesk'vati bring her to - an unassuming looking industrial building in the southwest of Lessu - had been badly damaged during the assault upon the city, though fortunately the damage did not extend to the lowermost of the structure's subterranean levels where some of the surviving Sesk'vati had set up a make-shift headquarters. Ayy'teska allows herself to feel little relief when they reach the tentative safety of the building's lowermost levels; for not only can she see that far too few Sesk'vati are gathered in the makeshift HQ - with nearly all that are looking physically and mentally exhausted, with many wounded - but can also hear from the panic and uncertainty in their voices as they speak that the situation in the city is far, far worse than she had hoped. Saying a silent prayer to Ryma'at that all hope is not yet lost, Ayy'teska shakes off the despair threatening to paralyze her, and asks to be taken to whoever is in command of the city's remaining Sesk'vati so that she might offer her counsel.
Karawn'doneeta, a mid-ranking Sesk'vati who has found himself in command of the city's warrior caste, at least until they find a more highly ranked member of Ryloth's military caste, welcomes Ayy'teska's counsel, trusting that she would not have been elevated to her position were she not possessed of sufficient, and together with other Sesk'vati who have not yet permitted their present circumstances - dire though they undeniably are - from bleeding all fight from them, they set about seeking the means of turning the tide of the battle they have found themselves in. Scouts, who set aside their distinctive weapons and armor so that they might pass for mere citizens rather than members of the Sesk'vati, are sent out to the upper levels of the city to try and track their enemy's movements; and some Sesk'vati in their group are tasked with trying to contact other surviving Sesk'vati groups so that they might coordinate their efforts; and others still are instructed to try and establish contact with Kala'uun, to determine whether or not that city, too, was attacked, and whether or not the Sesk'vati of Kala'uun are coming to their aid.
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Feb 3, 2016 6:57:37 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2016 6:57:37 GMT -8
Central Lessu - Shield Generator
Eight Sesk'vati set out to secure the city's shield generator on Elav'passik's orders. Only three reach their objective alive.
The small Sesk'vati group had suffered their first losses when they encountered a pack of Rakghoul while advancing stealthily through alleyways, side streets, and hollowed out ground floors of buildings damaged in the bombardment of Lessu. Three of the Sesk'vati had fallen in the brief battle that had ensued, and a fourth was killed when it became apparent that the bite he had received from one of the Rakghoul had transmitted an infection to the poor soul that would transform him into one of the vile creatures. An enemy patrol conducting a search not far from the shield generator had killed the fifth Sesk'vati before being defeated, leaving the remaining three to secure the shield generator and prevent it from falling into enemy hands. The leader of the small band, recognizing that they may not be able to hold out if a large enemy force moves on the generator, had ordered his comrades to set charges on the generator; better that it be destroyed if their defeat seems imminent than it fall into enemy hands and prevent the Sesk'vati inbound from Kala'uun from coming to the aid of Lessu.
In other areas of the city's ravaged surface, Sesk'vati moving alone or in pairs use their intimate knowledge of Lessu to move unseen into high vantage points on the upper floors of structures on the city's surface level, and begin to relay enemy positions and movements in their native Ryl over secure, encrypted comm channels to the Sesk'vati inbound from Kala'uun. All the while, citizens of Lessu, accompanied at times by small Sesk'vati groups to defend them, continue to flee into the subterranean levels of the city, hoping to escape the enemy as well as the Rakghol hordes that have begun to grow in number as the infection spreads.
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Feb 9, 2016 6:11:49 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2016 6:11:49 GMT -8
Eastern Lessu
Olm'amersu drops from the LAAT and hits the ground running, his heart beat pounding in his head loudly. Louder still than the drum toll of Olm'amersu's heart beat in his head are the constant, harsh staccato beats of laser cannon fire being exchanged overhead as incoming Sesk'vati gunships are engaged by enemy ships intent on their destruction, and the heavy thuds of laser fire slamming into the ground or the sides of buildings as it seeks out the Sesk'vati running for cover on the ground. The continuous, menacing buzz of enemy blaster rifle flicking through the air, coming from somewhere ahead of their LZ adds to the chaotic medley, the occasional sickeningly wet punch as a laser or blaster bolt finds a target almost, but not quite, drowned out by the symphony of noise that threatens to drown out all rational thought in Olm'amersu's head as he runs for where his squadron has been sent to adopt an overwatch position to cover another squad acting as a maneuver element.
Clouds of sand spray upward beside and ahead of him as Olm'amersu runs, dodging a spray of duracrete as laser fire impacts a wall seconds before he reaches it, and then flinches, tucking his head down between his shoulders as the thunderclap of a ship exploding somewhere overhead splits the air. Slamming into the side of the low wall he and his squad mates had been running for, Olm'amersu breathes raggedly as he shoulders his A280 blaster rifle and rises from cover to fire towards the enemy position ahead, dreading the moment he knows is coming when his squadron will exchange places and become the bounding section.
The enemy position falls after a brief but intense battle, and the Sesk'vati advance into dimly lit entrances to Lessu's subterranean levels only to find that they have done exactly what the enemy had wanted them to; the rakghoul hordes under the control of the enemy leaders waiting for them in the shadows. Olm'amersu and his squadron are acting as the maneuvering element when the first wave of rakghoul boils forth from the shadows and rushes forward like a wave crashing towards them. Blaster fire, screams, harsh growls, and the wet crunching and tearing of teeth and claws rending flesh fill the tunnels, the strobic flickering of laser fire illuminating frozen glimpses of the hellish scenes around him as Olm'amersu fights alongside his comrades, his existence shrinking until it becomes only the pinpoint focus of covering his assigned area of responsibility so that he does not fail his fellow Sesk'vati.
How long they fight through the seemingly endless waves of rakghoul, how many of the Sesk'vati fall to their teeth or claws before the rakghoul's numbers at last begin to thin, Olm'amersu does not know, and he has no time to even ponder the questions for, as soon as they emerge from the subterranean levels after maneuvering to their intended position near where intel suggests the enemy leaders have set up their command center, the Sesk'vati find themselves engaged in a fierce battle with the faceless, black armored soldiers standing between them and their objective.
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Feb 15, 2016 12:29:45 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 12:29:45 GMT -8
Ayy'teska, while not a fighter herself, had nonetheless felt compelled to persuade the Sesk'vati which had brought her from the Fire Temple to escort her to where Elav'passik could be found. It was not bravery, or caprice that led Ayy'teska to argue so fervently, but the conviction that she would bring the leader of the Sesk'vati something that he would need before the day could be won. Nor was Ayy'teska so arrogant as to believe that her counsel alone would somehow turn defeat into victory. Having been listening to the fragmented, often confused bits of reports that were coming into the temporary base of operations the small group of Sesk'vati had established from other Sesk'vati operating throughout Lessu, Ayy'teska had been able to gain a general sense of the shape of the battle taking place both below and above ground, and also learned that the leaders of the enemy forces were Dark Side Force users belonging to a group known as the Order of O'lim. Those leaders, Ayy'teska had also learned, were standing strong against the Sesk'vati led by Elav'passik, their abilities enabling them to prevent the Sesk'vati from shattering the invading forces last lines of defense.
And so Ayy'teska had, after persuading the leader of the Sesk'vati group that had taken her from the Fire Temple that she must be escorted to Elav'passik's position, taken up a blaster rifle of her own and fought alongside a trio of Sesk'vati and the two Sesk’nabsilai from the Fire Temple that had insisted on accompanying her. One of the Sesk'vati had fallen as they made their way into the subterranean tunnels beneath Lessu, and another had been wounded as they fought their way on the surface streets of Lessu to Elav'passik's make-shift headquarters in the ruins of what had earlier been a merchant's shop.
Elav'passik had not been happy to see that the Sou'kiva he had ordered to be secured and kept safe from harm on the very front lines of the battle to retake Lessu from the hands of the invaders, but once Ayy'teska explained that she had come so that the Fire Temple's Force sensitive guardians, the Sesk'nabsilai, could join his men in battle, the blue-skinned Rutian Twi'lek had set his ire aside, focusing instead on how best to adjust his strategy now that the Sesk'nabsilai had arrived.
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