LegendsLog:Troubling Trandosha Part 1
The Ebon Hawk has just landed, and its external thrusters begin to hiss out pockets of pressurized air after the weight settled on the landing skids. It did not take long for the ramp to come down, and the occupants to emerge. Surrounded by a small platoon of Republic troops, the Jedi are the last to exit and Bri takes the rear. The troops spread out along the landing platform just checking the ship while the village elder approaches with a small entourage of his own. "Good evening, friendssszzz" Hisses the Trandoshan elder, who stands roughly 6'6" and has grey scales and reddish yellow eyes. He wears a large robe but no shoes, his lizard like feet instead finding traction against the hard surface of the wood.
Brianna remains beside Meetra, but not in front of her like she normally was. Brianna turns her attention to their surroundings and watches the dark shadows of the tree peaks above, each waving with whispers of wind. The crackling of a brazier near draws her back, and she looks at the Trandoshan elder, who has regarded the Jedi.
Ok, to put it simply, this is her first trip outside of Coruscant, or even Tython in quite some time. Resmi is currently grinning kind of like the cat who took the canary as she looks around, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed as it were.
The green-skinned young woman looks up at the trandoshan, then up, and up and up a little more, blinking before giving a bit of a bow, then another smile and a bit of a wave. Yeah, Resmi is kind of the cheerful, up-beat type it seems. She fiddles a bit with her belt some and stands behind the others more or les, now putting her hands behind her back as she looks around, taking in the sights...
Resmi then tilts her head and asides to Syralana "Shoulda brought my holo camera." She mutters. Then is back to looking around while comitting the place to memory.
Syra was... still pretty new to the order. Her initial entrance and acclimation was still an on-going thing, and not yet fully picked up by a master meant she was a bit floating amongst those at the Temple. Her mouth pulled off to the side, she still had her flair of individuality mixed in. She was wearing the cloak (a gray one) at least? The Nagai wearing it over a navy blue shirt with an open back that looked like it more belonged at a club, and a pair of cargo pants and boots. Style, right? She ran her hand down toward a - oh right, it's a lightsaber. She stares at it a bit until Resmi talks to her, a shooting open of her eyes. "Wait, waht? Holo? Oh." She looked around again, taking in the scene once more, lost in thought again. "Right," She gave a sort of half bow, with a flop of her black hair (the bottom inch of it dyed pure white). An aside to Resmi, behind the two Masters, "What... planet is this again?"
"Hello. I'm Master Bri, this is Master Meetra Surik and two padawans Resmi and Syralana." Bri introduces the last two after turning a bit to regard them. She has a neutral expression but her blue eyes pour into the pair briefly before looking back at the Trandoshan village leader. "The Jedi Council received your message. Tell us more about these.. tribes and how they are terrorizing your people?"
The Village leader bows to all, then hisses a reply in typical Trandoshan fashion. "I am Dargussssz Cinn (Dargus Cinn), Village leader of Nevani and steward of our defensesssss." He turns from them and motions absently to the wall, where everyone can see a guard walking his patrol along the top walkway. Dargus looks back at them. "For the passst few weeksss, primitive beingssss have sssstormed our defensessss, trying to break down the wall. We are not aware of their purpossssssse, but they are vehement to take the village. We have sussstained heavy lossesssss, and will not be able to repel many more attackssss. Can your men aid usssss, ssssssssstop the attacksssss, and return ussssss to peaceeee?"
Resmi gets a look and she tries to look well as peacful as she can. The smile is still there though, as she looks around then she nods toward the village leader.... "Havn't a clue Syra." She says simply. They were told to go so well she went, didn't do a whole lot of research on the matter. The Mirialan was a little excited to be able to go.
Resmi continues to stand at a relaxed position, hands clasped behind her back, under her cloak at least for now. She also has her down, the girl still glancing and looking around, yup everything around here must be comitted to memory, for several reasons probably. She also studies the elder's face as they talk too, trying to pick up body language, or anything else that might give them more of a clue as to what's going on, not that she's really adept at reading Trandoshan body language.
Resmi then leans and smiles at Syra. "Just follow the Master's leads, take everything in and stay in the moment." She says with a grin. "Well for sure learn something this trip I think."
Syra simple looks a bit lost in thought for the moment as she's looked back at, A shift of her hips off to the side, a plant of a hand on them and she starts tapping her foot and looking back to the other Padawan. "What do you mean? And why are you...? Ack" She catches that she's being watched and goes back to the usual - hands tucked up sleeves - sort of look. She's a proper padawan, she swears. She also gives another squint off to Resmi with a look that calls out traitor! before looking back to the elder and the two Masters. She was curious too about htis, her mouth pulling to the side again, and she mumbles out, "I wonder if we'll get a chance to talk with these attackers? Could be interesting." And she really didn't want ot get into a fight.
Meetra Surik WAS HERE.
SILENT AS SHE HAD BEEN, MEETRA'S FACE WAS STILL SHROUDED BY HER HOOD OF HER CLOAK. SHE WAS HERE, BUT BRI WAS TAKING THE LEAD FOR THE TIME BEING. THE 'GENERAL' TURNED MASTER SWEPT HER EYES OVER THE GATHERING AS CONVERSATION CONTINUED, LISTENING AND YET...SEEMINGLY DISTRACTED. SHE'S LOOKING FOR SOMETHING, BUT NOT NECESSARILY SOMETHING ONE MIGHT NOTICE WITH THEIR EYES AND EARS. THERE WAS A FINE LINE BETWEEN 'INSTICT' AND THE FORCE. SOMETIMES, YOU HAD TO TRUST A LITTLE OF BOTH...
LIKE RIGHT NOW!
MEETRA MOVES AT A BLUR, SUDDENLY SIDE-STEPPING AND WHIRLING ON THE SPOT AS HER WEAPON COMES TO HER HAND, UNIGNITED FOR THE MOMENT!
"We captured one of the them. They do not ssssssspeak basssssssic like you or me. These sentientssssss are ssssavage thingssss, using blunted weaponss, and jagged piecesss of metal to cut down our people. It is everything we can do to sssstay alive when they manage to climb the wallsssssss."
Just then, a loud whistle noise sounds and an arrow splits off the edge of the Ebon Hawk, its end on fire. Three more like it follow, each missing the Jedi who react too quickly for it. The Village leader is not so lucky, and is peppered across the chest with several of these arrows. Brianna is the last to react, moving Resmi from danger at the cost of her own safety. An arrow finds hold in the back of one shoulder. Crying out in pain, the Echani falls over and takes cover.
Dargus falls over wheezing for air as his entourage tries to cover him. One of the Trandoshans with him screams "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! MAN YOUR STATIONSSSS!" More arrows begin to rain in, catching bits of the village with fire that quickly begins to spread. There's a lot of yelling in the distance.
Syralana felt it right then, the presence of- MOVE! The Nagai simple reacts, sweeping herself low and to the side before tucking into a low roll and popping up to her feet with the lightsaber in hand. She's not really pointing it like a lightsaber - more like a blaster or slugthrower. She's already breathing a bit heavy, her head whipping to one side and then the other. "Resmi?" She jerks her head off to the side, seeing Brianna with the other Padawan in her care and then Dargus falling over. "Sithspit." Maybe she's not the perfect Padawan - by a long shot not the perfect. But she at least recovers herself and holds the lightsaber more lightsaber like.
Arrows were flying, Meetra actually almost hesitates just to come under attack from such a weapon. There would be a moment to curse Dargus getting hit, another to worry for Brianna, but she couldn't take those now. Instead the Jedi woman exhales a breath and raises her hand, trying to call upon the force to turn the arrows aside. "Protect the villagers!" she calls, narrowing her eyes. Noone wanted this to become a bloodbath, but the natives may simply not want to talk.
Resmi is dodging aside arrows, turning a bit here and there as they zip by her, really it's not all that graceful-looking, nope, she's hopping and spininning some, her hands flailing around some before she takes a deep breath and steadies her self. She pauses and glances up, not really igniting her saber but at least getting the thing off her hip. "Soooo ummm, we're doing aggressive negotiations then?" She asks curiously, not sure exactly what to do, considering they're up against natives and not psycopaths and sociopaths with red lightsabers or blasters for that matter...
Men along the walls are caught in a storm of flaming arrows. One falls off the side, screaming, and several others just collapse after taking too many. Republic soldiers with the Jedi begin to move down the ramp from the landing platform to help the villagers, just as Meetra ordered. Some of them are carrying extinguishers and others, medical equipment. Fearful cries from the helpless villagers fill the night as a distant sound of yelling grows louder now. From the Jedi on top of the platform, the brazier lighting is too bright for them to make out shapes past what's on fire in the village. From the distance, another yell follows. "They're climbing the walls! They're climbing th--UGH!" That didn't sound good.
Bri releases Resmi so she can start her dodging, but Bri stays under the Ebon Hawk nursing her wound a moment. Taking a deep breath, she yanks the arrow free from her shoulder and casts it aside. "We have no choice. Defend the village and get to the walls. We cannot allow them inside." Without any further warning, Bri presents her lightsaber and shrugs from her hooded robe revealing the dusty tan and brown robes beneath. Holding her lightsaber to her side, a piercing blue beam emerges from the hilt with a snap-hissing sound. Each subsequent movement it creates is accompanied by a soft humming noise.
Syralana flicks the switch, activating the lightsaber as she sprinted off. She really, really, didn't want to fight. But, she also didn't have the most choice in this. "Okay!" She says it with the most... confidence she can muster. A last glance as Resmi, then a burst of speed as she shoots off in the direction of the walls. She takes the steps at least two at a time, sprinting down them without a second though and through the village. It was only the ladder that gave her any pause, but she still took that with the same alacrity. Maybe, maybe if she gets there first, she can stop the fighting.
Resmi looks up and tilts her head "Yup, Aggressive negotiations." She mutters, and races toward one of the walls as well.. "Yup a fighting here we go." She mutters as she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and focussing just a bit. Resmi then races off toward a wall.. Soon enough she's skittering up a latter and at the top, well before a number of folks. She pauses and looks around curiously... She blinks a few times then ohs 'Yeah saber..." She mutters before igniting her saber and looking out over the wall.
Well, Meetra had her barrier up, but Meetra couldn't keep it going for long like this. She just needed to buy a little more time...
Then the call they were coming over the walls comes out and the former General hisses. She could -feel- the panic, the danger about them, but if she rushes towards the walls the front would just be overwhelmed. Backing towards the ship, she'll hold the barrier as long as she can...but eventually with an exhaled breath of effort the barrier falls and the woman wipes her brow of sweat before outright her lightsaber ignites. She's awaiting a charge from this side as the two Padawans make for the walls.
"Brianna? Are you okay?"
The sky was a marvel to look upon because of Meetra's strength with the force. Arrows with fire tips hover lifelessly above the village as people hastily find cover, and the padawans find points to defend. The northern wall is also home to the main gate, and it falls through. Warriors of all shapes rush forward to meet the village hunters in battle. Those fighting up north by the main gate include the following enemies: Aiila An, Aja Keler, Calla Vigil, Colandra Vadith, and Jendi Kenor.
Cresting the top of the wall on Resmi's side, Lara Reyalmid and Mith Arundel appear, both bearing weapons to attack her with no hesitation to stop.
Those on Syralana's wall crest to the top, which includes: Nelia Beto and Randyl Klusto. They too, charge after her intent to cause extreme bodily harm!
Republic soldiers begin to engage the remaining three: Satana Ghent, Tay Meckley, and Vora Paca, but it's unclear how they are holding up.
Bri emerges from the bottom of the ship after watching the padawans move to defend. Sharing a glance with Meetra, the Echani warrior nods. "I'm fine. We have to hold that front gate.. or this village is lost. Fight with me."
Down the ramp Brianna goes and toward the main gate. Her eyes connect with her first foe. It's Ailla An, who charges with a spear. Bri cuts through the spear and slices across the woman's torso, creating a wave of flaming sparks as her clothing was singed by the sudden attack. She spirals off to the ground, dying as Brianna takes a defensive stance and trudges forward.
"Please, don't! DON'T!" Syralana sees Nelia and Randyl closing on her though, charging even, and so she steps to the side. As she does the blade is whipped about in an arc of green that sweeps through them and she gives a shake of her head - already bringing the blade back toward Randyl. "Stop! Put down your weapon or I'll have to attack you next. /Please/ stop." Syra shakes her head from side-to-side.
Res frowns "Nonono, don't..." She doesn't get to finish what she was going to say as she's sudenly spinning away from an attack. Then leaping another, her movements are deceptively efficient and graceful. Then suddenly she's dodging another incoming attack, a sword swipe at her head. She ducks under the attack, kicks off part of the rampart, and is flipping... There's the whining sound of her saber as it hums through the air and three hisses, that sword? Well it is no longer in one piece, but 4, having three cuts through the thing in nearly an instant, leaving Lara looking very suprised.
Mith? Well she attacks Res again and Res dodges aside, and spins, cutting the spear in half, and using her spinning momentum to strike Lara across the temple with the pommel of her saber, sending the attacking woman off the edge of the rampart and outside the village. Res ducks again as the other woman uses the butt of her spear to try and strike Res, before Resmi slides inside the stick, pulls it away from the woman and ducks while spinning the pommel of her saber upward, this one catching the woman under the chin and instantly knocking the other attacker out... "Aaand yeah, bad idea." Resmi says and sighs.. She peers over the edge... "Well I think they're allive..."
It's all the answer Meetra needed, her companions were up and moving. Her eyes turn now towards their charging foes and the former Exile brings her saber up, flashing through the primative weapon and crouching low in a downward cut that passes right through her first target. Even as the foe falls she rises, sweeping the humming blade towards her second foe who seemingly had learned from what he'd witnessed and manages to leap away from the strike.
Sweat still on her brow, the woman grips the hilt firm. Her companion was right, they had to hold the line and so they would.
THE BATTLE IS IN FULL SWING, AND EVERYTHING IS LOCKED IN CHAOS. THE VILLAGE TURMOIL ESCALATES AS FIRES GROW. THE TWO JEDI TO THE NORTH ARE LOCKED IN THE HEAT OF IT AS THE VILLAGE HUNTERS PROVED NO MATCH FOR SEASONED WARRIORS. THAT SAID, THE REPUBLIC SOLDIERS WERE NOT DOING WELL EITHER. THE THREE THEY HAD TO CONTEND WITH WERE UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL, MAKING IT DIFFICULT FOR BLASTER FIRE TO BE EFFECTIVE AT ALL.
BRI HAD JUST RETURNED TO HER DEFENSIVE STANCE WHEN SHE WAS STRUCK SUDDENLY ON THE FACE BY A ROCK THROWN BY A NEARBY WARRIOR. SHE STUMBLES OFF TO ONE SIDE, HER LIGHTSABER WAVING FROM ITS DEFENSIVE STANCE AS SHE MOVES AWAY AND INTO A NARROW ALLEY BETWEEN BURNING HUTS. HER ATTACKER PURSUES HER, AND JUST AS HE CHARGES SHE RAISES HER HAND AND EMITS A POWERFUL WAVE OF FORCE ENERGY.
HE WAS PLUCKED UP OFF THE GROUND AS IF SCOOPED BY SOME INVISIBLE HAND AND SLUNG BACKWARD WHERE HE COLLIDED WITH A BURNING HUT. PIECES OF FIERY DEBRIS LAND ALL AROUND HIM, BUT HE SEEMS RELATIVELY FUNCTIONAL STILL.
NEAR RESMI, THE SOUNDS OF THE BATTLE BELOW MAY HAVE ALERTED HER THAT THE REPUBLIC SOLDIERS WERE NEARBY. ONE ARMORED MAN RAN BENEATH HER PLATFORM AS ANOTHER, WHO IS CHASING HIM, WITH A MASSIVE HAMMER AND SCREAMING.
"Please!" Syralana pleaded with the man, holding her lightsaber low - which was her mistake. Randyl lunged and Syra twisted to the side, but it wasn't quite fast enough. The blade still cutting into the right side of her abdominal, leaving a gashing line along the pure white skin. "HELLS!" She brought the blade up, fainting toward his weapon and ultimately bringing the blade about to separate the head from the rest of him. "Sithspit..." She grabbed her side with her right hand, still holding the lightsaber in her left.
Res sighs.. "NOt good, but eh.. Pro..." She stares as one of the troopers is being chased by a guy with a giant hammer... "Professional soldiers allright." She mutters. Knowing full well blocking with a saber won't work. She looks around then litterally jumps off the platform. Dropping down to knock the Repulic soldier away from a swung hammer, as she attempts to swipe at the attacker with her saber and misses narrowly.
A hair's breath of a pause and Resmi is rolling aside from another swing, then litterally running up the wall and flipping over another, before leaping again, her motions really looking much like someone's been practicing Ataru, or some other kind of acrobatic lightsaber form maybe. Soon enough, the man throws another combo of hammer blows at Resmi, forcing her to flip, jump and roll out of the way.
It's when she flips over the hammer swing another time that she attacks at the man's now exposed upper body, slashing the fellow with her saber as she litterally flips over the top of him. As the man falls, a long slash through his head and upper skull, Res sighs... "NOpe not good." She mutters. She really didn't want to kill... She stares at the body a bit and frowns, before looking to the soldier "Call in to the rest of your guys, I'll go to help where I can."
The battle is beginning to wind down now, the Jedi are simply overpowering the warriors. Two outside the wall, who had fallen after being disarmed by the Jedi Padawan Resmi, have fled into the forest, screaming. Meanwhile the Republic soldiers aren't fairing well. The one Resmi saved nods his head. "Yes ma'am, RIGHT AWAY ma'am." And he runs, leaving her there.
That's when Syralana spots (Santana) creeping up behind Resmi poised to stab her in the back. Additionally, there's a Republic soldier who is looking at a rock being held by his foe Vora, who intends to use this to crush his skull in.
At the front gate, another Republic soldier is run through by Jendi, who seems to be their leader. She screams a warcry, and bats a flaming shield before charging right at Meetra and Brianna.
Syralana looks between one and the other before she hops up onto the railing and dives off in the direction of the rock-wielder. She lands in a roll, popping up to yell out to Resmi, "RESMI! BEHIND YOU!" And even as she's calling that out, she swipes the saber up up toward Vora. And just then there's that twinge in her side catches her off guard, the saber swings wide, and it misses her intended target. And just like that, there is a stone that crushes the soldier below. "Fierfeck."
Res is smiling as the soldier runs off, she was able to at least save him.. Then well there's something she's sensing behind her? She tilts her head some and then Syry screams and Res spins...
She uses her bracer, glove and the pommel of her blade in one hand to deflect and slide that blade meant for her back to the side, pinning the attacker's blade long enough for her to kick it further out of the way. She uses her spinning momentum to whip around and strike out.
There's a hissing noise ande she slices through Santan's middle and upward at an angle. Resmi sighs and looks at the body saddly before she moves on, looking for more troopers to help "Thanks Syrie!" She calls out cheerfully, offering a slight smile to the other.
Syralana grabbed her right side again as she kept the blade in her left. And that's when Vora lunged. "Really?! REALLY!? You kill that guy and decide oh I know, I'll go after the chick with the saber?!" Syralana steps to the side as Vora tries to tackle her, it's a woefully sad attack with a stumble at the end of it. So much so that Syralana just - just shook her head. "It's not justice, but it's not vengeance either." The lips of the Nagai form a thin line as she draws up the saber with her own body making most of the movement, sinking under the rising hilt and then whipping it back down with a careen of her arm. It cuts down through Vora from shoulder to hip. A shake of her head, dismay, regret... it lingered in that strike that cut Vora down."You... were such a waste." Syra mutters to the corpse, thumming the lightsaber off.
The final foes are struck down rather quickly and all that's left is the crying voices of surviving villagers, and the frantic orders of Republic soldiers who are trying to tame the flames before they reach the ship platforms. Brianna and Meetra are near the front gate, and both women deactivate their lightsabers. "Nice throw, General." Brianna offers before turning from the wreckage and tucking her weapon to safety. "Girls.. are you alright?" Bri steps into view of the other two.
"Come, we have a lot of work to do to save this village, and I doubt this fight is over yet!" (fin)