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Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 8/26
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This is a sequel to my past fics: "Jedi Conflict", "Loses", "Point of Vengeance", and "A Jedi's Calling"(Click my name for links). I intended to start this story long ago, but distractions and other priorities kept coming around the corner. Hope you enjoy.
Title: Coruscant's Stand
Timeframe: Traitor - Post Force Heretic
Summary: The former capital of the New Republic is now conquered, reshapened, and renamed by the Yuuzhan Vong. Yet hope remains in Jedi Misael Lerus, who continues fighting for his homeworld with a band of forgotten citizens from the planets invasion. Their resistance movement will be challanged everyday, until they either win or are all dead.
Dramatis Persona
Arial Jaun: resistant fighter(female human)
Beaumas Mey'lay: resistant leader(female Bothan)
Belira: resistant fighter(female Twi'elk)
Char: resistant fighter(male Dug)
Havan: resistant fighter(male Ongree)
Jiltha: resistant leader(female Zabrak)
Kinsey Ashtori: resistant fighter(female human)
Misael Lerus: Jedi Apprentice, resistant leader(male human)
Murey Brasul: resistant fighter(male Duro)
Musta: resistant fighter(male Gran)
Nas Choka: Warmaster(male Yuuzhan Vong)
Odyn Sabino: resistant leader(male human)
Ottis Zaroni: resistant fighter(male human)
Stamos Canar: resistant fighter(male Zabrak)
Tilsin: resistant fighterr(male humanoid)
Uma Kuan: resistant fighter(female Bith)
Zion Tresma: Supreme Commander(male Yuuzhan Vong)
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Chapter 1
It wasn't clear where the location was, but the immense vegetation and noises of animals left no doubt that it was a vast jungle. The time was for the dark, giving the stars its scheduled appearance in the skies.
There came screaming from a person, and another one joined in in the next second, followed by another and another. Eventually the sounds of hundreds yelling out in terror roared from an unknown place. There was now a different place in the jungle, where there were ruins, resting inside a wide pit.
Fire rumbled on it, with many debris in flames. There were also bodies; some more visible than others, of various species and ages, all just left there to burn and rotten away.
This image then disappeared as well, and in it's place faces of people flashed, one-after-another, all clearly terrified, and screaming of something. Then there was a Yuuzhan Vong, falling to his knees as he was completely engulfed in electricity.
The images came faster, becoming more forceful and overbearing.
Another Yuuzhan Vong was laying on a floor, dead, sinking in his own bloody pool that was oozing out from his torn up face. A dead human man followed, lying in the middle of a battle, face paralyzed in shock.
Numerous battles were taking place in space, within the skies, and on the earth's of so many worlds. All so much for anyone to take, but it had to be.
Then it ended and Misael Lerus woke up.
Wherever he was, it was dark, and voices sounded from outside the room. The only source of light came from a small lamp on the desk next to his bed. He laughed at himself for still having a sparkling fear from being a kid. He was a Jedi for Force's sake.
But then Misael remembered exactly where he was, and so the idea of monsters coming to attack out of the darkness wasn’t so far out there.
He sat up on the bed, feeling several aches come up from his lower back like it did everyday, courtesy of his stone-hard bed. When he tipped his neck to all sides they cracked rather loudly.
It took a few moments for his sense of smell to adjust to the otter, that was not welcoming at all, but he was used to it already.
He stood and walked only a few steps before his leg hit the locked door of his room. Another thing he was constantly disregarding was the size of his room.
And to walk into a door - again, he was a Jedi.
All this displeasure about his living conditions made Misael see how much he had been spoiled growing up. His parents had been longtime fighter pilots from the days of the rebellion to the current war, were well taken care of by the government that they helped establish. Plus being trained at a Jedi academy for several years was like going to a top Ivy league university.
But he wasn't complaining; these were the best conditions under the circumstances of living in an enemy occupied planet - a planet which had once belonged to his side.
After a minute of stretching himself out and scanning the base with the Force to make sure all was well for the moment, he sat down in the desk, picked up the datapad sitting there, and opened the recording program.
"It's day one-hundred and three of my time in the Coruscant resistance movement. In the last week, we have establish a new cell in a place I will leave unknown on this journal in the event that it ends up in the wrong hands. The cell is now occupied by several dozen operatives, who we have routine contact with them by various means."
"Since my last entry, we've also orchestrated three raids on Vong parties with no casualties, thankfully. However, we have sustained the loss of two resistant fighters; they both fell ill from a poison unknown to us, received presumably from the Vong wilderness. I am having everyone now make it a habit to check themselves for cuts and other wounds obtained by Vong biots. Also we're taking all types of the plant life to test and see how they each can effect us; by doing this we can also render what in the jungle is safe to eat."
He stopped for a moment when several people went running passed his door from the corridor outside. Their feelings were of subtle comfort and momentary excitement. The youngsters kept themselves occupied by playing various games, including hide and seek.
"Living conditions are the same, water supply is stable, and we check to make sure it hasn't been tampered with; the Yuzhan Vong are seeking any means to eliminate us. I am continuing to train all those who are fighting capable in every means of combat that I know. This includes the children, they have to be ready for the worst of scenarios."
"We have also worked on establishing underground routes across the entire city. It hasn't been easy with the sewer systems damaged heavily and the Vong's reshaping of the planet still crumbling through unknown places, including our base; we keep it away, but not enough to draw suspicious eyes."
He sighed , putting a hand on his face, and leaning back against the chair. It seemed to become quiet enough that he could hear the cracking noise of metal all around from inside the walls of the base that had been here below the surface of the since - who really knew when.
There was no sudden change in the Force presence of anybody in the base, and then his hearing caught the echoes of two or three children giggling somewhere close by. Still he always needed to check, for Misael knew they could be discovered at any time.
He continued with his report. "On a personal note . . . I'm still having the same nightmares on a lot nights. I know it's normal for everyone who has been in a war, but I know it's something I just have to deal with. When this is all over - and if I survive, I'll see a therapist, I promise."
Was he promising the Order, who would receive this recording, or himself. He didn't really know. "So that ends this journal entry."
Misael turned off the datapad, then took out it's data chip, and set them both down on the desk. Someone would come by to take the data chip to the communications room where it would be loaded into the system, ready to be sent into a HoloNet satellite that was hidden in the system, so far undiscovered by the Yuuzhan Vong.
The resistance knew that they had means of detecting HoloNet transmissions, so because they didn't want to risk getting caught they only made a transmission once every month.
The transmission would have his journal entries, along messages from others in the base for friends and family that the New Republic could hopefully find and deliver the messages - if they were still alive. Checking his chrono, Misael noticed that a small team of resistant fighters he had sent out over a week ago, to the new cell, were due back in just a few minutes.
He dressed in dark, light garment and left his quarters, stepping into the long corridor of light-gray paneling, some of which were cracked open or rouged. The bright white lights came from the ceiling and floor panels at the edge of the walls.
There were various people in the corridor as always; one man was working on mantling and dismantling a T-66 power blaster with quicker and quicker speed on each try. Then there was a group of four children sitting on the floor, playing some game of quick hand movement and singing.; they being watched by two people, who talked quietly a short distance away from them.
As Misael walked passed all them, they all said hello kindly, and he did the same. He tried to remember the two grown up's name, but couldn't recall what they were, but he had talked to them before. The base now occupied enough survivors from the invasion that he couldn't remember all their names.
He continued through the series of corridors and passed across the middle of the base's largest room, where various resistant fighters were sparring in hand-to-hand, or with staffs made out of wood. Misael walked by without interrupting. This was now constant, someone was always passing their time preparing for the next fight.
Finally, he made it to his destination: the entrance to the underground tunnels that were connected to the base. Two guards were standing at the newly built durasteel doors that accessed the tunnels.
"They should be arriving in two minutes," he told them.
"Sir," one said, both nodding. The two men adjusted their holds to their blasters t present a better stance. They were looking to impress him, a lot on the base did, but Misael didn't like it very much.
He checked his chrono again to make sure he had it right. Yes, it was two minutes now. Like always, it was unnerving to wait for them to return, there had been times when somebody wouldn't come back. When that happened, Misael had failed as a leader to this movement.
Three minutes passed until there was finally a knock on the doors from the other side. "X-A-six-nine-four-five," said a voice. One of the guards turned and slid open a small panel on the door; a moment later, he opened it.
First to come through was Odyn Sabino, roughed-bearded and well-tanned, with a vibroaxe held over his shoulder; he looked like bantha farda, as always. Behind him, several others passed through, each as exhausted and dirt-covered as the rest.
"Looking complex, as usual," Odyn said, not really sounding humorous, but only because he was bad at it. The others only nodded to Misael and walked down the tunnel, probably to where they procured water for a quick bathe.
"How was the mission?" Misael asked.
"The new cell is secure. They'll be having guards in all their entrances, round-the-clock, and they've made use of the plants and trees around them for food and weapons, like you said."
With a nod to the two guards, Misael and Odyn started walking through the tunnel. "Though, I have to say, again, I don't think daggers, darts, or bows and arrows will do much good against the Vong."
"The weapon hardly matters as much as the person who wields it, Odyn" he explained.
Odyn snorted. "Jedi wisdom."
"No, common wisdom," he corrected.
Neither of the two men spoke for a few minutes, and walked through numerous corridors where others greeted Odyn, obviously happy to see him returning safely, then Odyn said, "Misael . . . the Vong are making more frequent patrols on the lowerlevels, raiding every bit of abandoned buildings that are still intact."
"I've read the reports."
"Well, those patrol parties," Odyn continued, "they're coming in closer to the base. What if they end up finding us."
"We can't think that won't happen," Misael said without eyeing him.
"Then we might want to think about a possible evacuation." Odyn waited for a response to this suggestion, but Misael just looked down at the floor which continued making cracks as they walked.
"People feel safe in here, but the idea that we might be forced out scares them," Odyn added.
Misael eyed him this when speaking. "We're fighting in enemy territory now. We have to prepare for every scenario, no matter how unpleasant it feels to think about."
They rounded a corner where several women were coming from the opposite direction with containers of cloths; they all nodded to the two of them and continued on down the corridor, but Misael felt flattered over what they projected about him and Odyn through the Force..
"We have to start working on evacuation procedures then," he said once the women were no longer within an ear-shot distance. "Have ways of alerting everyone at once that we've been found, figure out where to escape from and what to do once we're out of the base. Our next assembly is tonight."
"Good, because I'd hate for everything that we've done in the last three months to end up amounting to nothing." Odyn scratched his beard, which Misael couldn't help to think funny-looking, with it's ginger color. In their situation, humor had to be found in any way.
They reached Odyn's team at the entryway to the small cavern where the water pipes were installed for them accessed their one constant nourishment. A young Bith, Uma Kuan, was rocking her large head from side to side impatiently.
"After eight days of trotting through the jungle," she was crocking, "we daresay deserve to get rid of this smell."
Inside the cavern, a large group of children were standing in a line, each was holding a wooden bowl, and taking turns in approaching the extraction pipe, and have their bowls filled up by Kinsey Ashtori, who gave each one of them a loving smile.
"Now what do you say?" she asked the boy who had started for the doorway after receiving his filled out bowl without a word.
"Thank you."
She nodded. "You're welcome."
"The kids come first, Uma," Misael said solemnly to her.
She just nodded and scratched her large skull, blinking several times, implying her discomfort. This was what she seemed to have the biggest problem with living in an underground base, the lack of opportunity for attending to their high gene.
Once all the children received their water and had filed out of the room, Odyn's team grabbed the wooden buckets that were laying on the ground to one side and took turns filling them with water for their bathing.
"It's good to see you all made it back." Though Kinsey smiled, she was no longer fighting back the aching wound that she always buried away when around those kids.
Odyn hugged the teenage girl and padded her back. "Did you have any doubt."
"It's just hard to know if it will be the last time one of us sees the other."
"We've adapted pretty well to this new Coruscant, I'd say," Uma commented, already with a bucket of water at hand. "Or Yuuzhan'tar, as the Vong are calling it."
"It's still Coruscant to us," Misael said very sharply.
The three looked at him pensively, but didn't give a response. Uma left the room, with the rest following, leaving Kinsey, Odyn, and Misael alone; Kinsey sat down on the ground next to the pipe line and poured full another bowl; she offered it to Odyn, who took the bowl and drank all of the water in two long gulps.
Misael shook his head when Kinsey offered one to him, so she took a zip herself. "How did it go in the new cell?"
"It's not very spacious, but they'll be able to stand it," Odyn told her.
"I hope the Yuuzhan Vong don't find this one." Kinsey rested her head on the wall, which was the one wall in the cavern to be made of bricks, at least not making it so rough to lean on. "I can't forget the faces of the few people who made out from the last one they found. Those people thought they had been safe."
"This cell is more well-hidden." Misael leaned on the doorway. "The Mon Calamri Cruiser was covered up by the building that tipped over it and now there's a canyon to keep it in the shadows. If the Yuuzhan Vong were to spot it, they would think by the outside appearance that it's just ship-wrecked."
Maybe Kinsey did't argue because there was no strength left in her to, but he hoped it was because she believed him. They needed to keep high spirits, but unfortunately that was on short stock nowadays. Odyn, bless his heart, patted his shoulder.
"Our Jedi leader hasn't let us down in this resistance, so far, has he?"
Kinsey shook her, and then stood up, grabbed the last remaining bucket from the floor to fill it up with water, and handed it to Odyn. "You get yourself cleaned up."
Without arguing, Odyn took the bucket of water, gave her one more warming smile, and then left the cavern. Now with the two of them, Kinsey leaned her back against the doorway, opposite to Misael. Neither of them said anything at first.
"So how have you been sleeping?" she asked after a few minutes.
"Fine."
"Don't lie." She crossed arms over her chest and kicked at a small clump of dirt. "I've seen you tossing and turning in your sleep when we sleep out during long missions. Level with me, here."
This girl was blunt with the truth. When she wanted honesty, Kinsey didn't stop until she got it. Truth be told, she very much reminded Misael of his grandmother; she had never accepted a person's silence either. He was actually glad that she had died months before the Yuuzhan Vong had arrived.
Now Kinsey was tapping her foot on the ground, still waiting for him to talk. Misael rubbed at his face, sighing . What was he supposed to say to her? Who said he had to tell Kinsey anything?
But of courser, she was only someone who was concerned for him. "It's been this dream."
"A prophetic dream," she asked, not showing any fear over what his answer might be.
The girl always tried to be fearless around him, thinking that's what he expected from others, which was true. In this resistance they didn't have the luxury to let fear control them.
"I don't know. I need to meditate on it," he said, that being the only comforting answer he could think of to give.
"Okay." Kinsey curled the side of her lips, indicating she was not satisfied with his desire to keep this to himself. So this meant she wouldn't be dropping it.
"Remember to watch the kids tonight," he told her, hoping to draw away from the subject of his sleeping condition for the moment. "I don't want any of them sneaking over to the assembly."
Kinsey didn't answer right away. "Alright, now can you help me with that neck grip that you were teaching us yesterday."
Misael grinned, makinh himslef appear as if he thought she was joking. "Do you really think you can even get around me to do that?"
Kinsey's mouth fell open, then she grinded her teeth; he had decided to sound very negative towards her. That little remark would help her with the lesson faster.
"I'll mole you over, Jedi."
They walked together down the corridor, with Kinsey attempted to thrust her arms passed him very lightly., but Misael easily pushed them away. So like that, the subject of his dreams were forgotten, for now.
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Misael Lerus: Jedi Apprentice, resistant leader(male human)
Been a long time 
It wasn’t clear where the location was, but the immense vegetation and noises of animals left no doubt that it was a vast jungle. The time was for the dark, giving the stars its scheduled appearance in the skies.
There came screaming from a person, and another one joined in in the next second, followed by another and another. Eventually the sounds of hundreds yelling out in terror roared from an unknown place. There was now a different place in the jungle, where there were ruins, resting inside a wide pit.
Fire rumbled on it, with many debris in flames. There were also bodies; some more visible than others, of various species and ages, all just left there to burn and rotten away.
Great opening  I loved the whole thing!
With a nod to the two guards, Misael and Odyn started walking through the tunnel. “Though, I have to say, again, I don’t think daggers, darts, or bows and arrows will do much good against the Vong.”
Interesting choice 
“The weapon hardly matters as much as the person who wields it, Odyn” he explained.
Odyn snorted. “Jedi wisdom.”
“No, common wisdom,” he corrected.
Misael seems to have grown up a lot.
Inside the cavern, a large group of children were standing in a line, each was holding a wooden bowl, and taking turns in approaching the extraction pipe, and have their bowls filled up by Kinsey Ashtori, who gave each one of them a loving smile.
I think I remember her
“We’ve adapted pretty well to this new Coruscant, I’d say,” Uma commented, already with a bucket of water at hand. “Or Yuuzhan’tar, as the Vong are calling it.”
Wow, didn't see that coming. Awesome!
I guess I should have though. I remember Misael's last mission to Yuuzhan'tar way back when.
Great post, FORCEBlLADE Been a long time. Looking forward to this new story and the adventures of Misael 
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Been a long time
I know it's been a long time, but I've always intended to continue Misael's story. Expect to see a lot of differnce in the Misael from the past fics to this one. He's a leader now with a lot of responsibilities. Kinsey will have a main role here. Also when living and fighting in a jungle, you use what you have available to you(bows and arrows and such).
Glad you liked the start of it.
Chapter 2
"Too close," one of Beaumas’s teammates, Belira, said behind her.
There were six of them, lying on their bellies at the edge of a cliff dwelling; the grass around them and offered good cover. Beaumas looked through the grass down to the dirt road where a patrol party of twelve Yuuzhan Vong was marching on, amphistaffs at hand. They were clearly on a routine hunt for Coruscanti in hiding, like them.
"This is the best spot we have to mark them," she said without room for debate. "Snipers ready."
The three people in her team handling blaster rifles, Ottis, Char, and Stamos, placed them over their shoulders and positioned them down towards the patrol party. Beaumas closed her eyes and smelled the cool breeze that was passing along at the moment, the feeling of the wind pushing through her fur almost made her forget the situation she had been in for the past nine months.
“Wind current is good."
“The party is close to turning the corner,” Belira said.
“Wait,” she instructed, they needed to be perfect in their execution. If there was simply one miss, the mission could be blown, and they could all would be in deep trouble. If the team’s snipers didn‘t take out this entire party, and another Yuuzhan Vong group arrived, they would be in for a fight they wouldn‘t be able to win.
That was of course only one of the possibilities; Misael said they needed to think of every possible scenario. It was all about expecting the unexpected.
Three more seconds, they had practiced, they could do this. Two seconds, if they failed it would be a run for their lives. One second, it was now or never.
"Fire," she ordered in a faint murmur, and wasn’t sure if she had been heard.
But the soft swipes of the three blaster rifles then brushed into her ears. She almost didn’t want to look down towards the dirt road at the patrol party, afraid of seeing them all still on their feet, and throwing razor bugs at them in retaliation. The second line of shots were then fired.
Before her snipers fired their third shots, Beaumas finally forced her yes open and looked down to the dirt road - to her delight, half of the patrol party was lying down on the ground, motionless. The remaining members were now scattering to take cover behind the trees and bushes.
Her snipers fired once more, but this time only one of their shots hit its mark. Beaumas’s ears stood up straight when hearing small flapping wings, and in the next second, she caught sight of a small insect flying in the direction of their hiding spot.
“Razor bug,” she yelled. In unison, they all pushed themselves flat against the ground.
The razor bug zoomed over them, and Beaumas dared to turn her head to see it as the razor bug turned back around in their direction, and closed in on one of her sniper’s heads. Beaumas merely acted on impulse when moving her arm out over her teammate’s head. The feeling of the insect snapping itself into it made her scream, though she fought to try and hold it back.
There was then the roar of a Yuuzhan Vong’s battle cry, but it didn’t come from the five remaining members of the patrol party they were attacking: Beaumas clutched her arm where the razor bug was still attached to, and she poked her head out from the cover of the long grass.
She cursed, as there was now an even larger party of Yuuzhan Vong advancing towards them from a hilltop only fifty meters away, at least.
"We need to move," she yelped over her arm’s jolting pain.
All six of them jumped out from the cover of the grass, turning on their heels to the opposite direction of the advancing Yuuzhan Vong. Beaumas took a deep breath before grabbing the razor bug on her arm, and pulling it off, along with a bit of her own flesh. Despite Beaumas’s best efforts, she groaned loudly, and threw the bug aside.
“Don’t stop running,” she yelled when they started into the high trees of what they knew the Vong to call the Charda Woods.
More razor bugs were now being thrown at them, several flew passed only to make a turn back, but everyone managed to avoid them, luckily. Beaumas looked back behind her while continuing to run with all produced force; there were close to thirty Yuuzhan Vong in pursuit, including the surviving party of their nearly successful attack.
Ahead of the team was Char, being a Dug he was on all four limbs, galloping across the woods, which went on for miles; he could’ve been going much faster but he obviously didn’t want to leave his fellow comrades behind.
When they reached the edge of a pit Char hopped doown into it by means of large tree trunks and stone fragments in ease, while the rest followed in a much slower pace, but nonetheless as quick as they could manage;
Havan, however, tripped over a wide tree trunk and fell the rest of the way, one of his knees hitting the ground before the rest of his body in a strong impact. When he didn’t get up, Belira instantly took him by the arm when reaching the bottom and started to support his now limping leg.
They continued across the wide pit to the other side, but several razor bugs beat them to the stone and tree trunks that they would need to climb over.
“Stop,” one of the Yuuzhan Vong shouted from behind them in basic. “There is no point in running!”
Everyone stopped like he told them to, just a few paces away from the edge. Beaumas turned around in a cold stare. On her side, her hand was holding a blaster very tightly. Char, Stamos, and Ottis raised their blaster rifles, and in response, half the Yuuzhan Vong raised more razor bugs.
They were at a stand off, prefect.
“We’re not surrendering,” she declared, surprising even herself with her high-tone voice.
“You should know that you can’t win,” the same bushman Vong who seemed to be the leader said to them.
This time, Beaumas grinned. “Says you. We actually planned ahead for this.”
The Yuuzhan Vong cocked his head sideways in confusion, then he seemed to almost laugh at the idea that they had something up their sleeves - which they did.
“Now!” Beaumas shouted.
Her three snipers raised their rifles up into the air, firing one shot each. All the Yuuzhan Vong followed the shots within that instant it took them to reach their targets: Three large nets were hanging from the trees directly above them that they were each holding boulders and rock fragments from the size of blasters to half the height of humans.
The team of resistant fighters took their cue and scurried up the edge of the pit as the nets tore open and all the boulders fell onto the party of Yuuzhan Vong and covering most of the pit.
While climbing up the edge, Beaumas looked back to the Yuuzhan Vong, as the boulders came down on them. Their leader’s head was crushed down onto the ground; the others tried to run out of the way, but weren’t fast enough to avoid the falling boulders.
When they made it out of the pit, the team looked back to the mess; the boulders now covered a good part of the pit, and only parts of the Vong could be made out under all of them.
“Well that was definitely worth the hours of setting up those things,” Char remarked happily.
“Let’s get moving,” Beaumas said, turning away from the scene. “More of them will be coming around soon enough.”
As hey continued forward; Belira and Stamos supported Havan and Char followed at the rear, keeping watch for any Yuuzhan Vong that suddenly showed up behind them. Ottis stayed beside Beaumas at the front, silently scanning the area from side-to-side as they continued through the woods that became darker and darker as the trees covered up the daylight the deeper they went.
Though she couldn’t speak for all the others who had now spent close to a year living in Coruscant’s new environment, Beaumas had adapted to the nature of these surroundings. Yes, she missed the city-beauty of the former capital, but there was no longer that sense of nerves when looking at the Vong’s reconstruction.
She supposed it had to do with all that time exploring the growing jungle to map out the new surroundings and setting up routes for the resistance to take when traveling through the jungles.
Still, despite her easing comfort with it, Beaumas hated herself for losing her dislike of the Yuuzhan Vong’s environment. They had invaded, conquered, and warped this planet, along with countless others in their campaign to make this galaxy their own twisted vision of how everything should be.
But there had to be some length of comfort with this, otherwise she would be putting herself in a heavy state of displeasure that wasn’t needed as she fought these enemies.
This was the Yuuzhan Vong’s territory now, their new home field where they knew how to work with the surroundings for advantage in this war. To beat them, Beaumas knew that they would have to become familiar with Yuuzhan’tar and discover what its advantages were.
“Our scheduled return is at o-seven hundred,” Char said, checking his chrono. “We’ll be about a half hour late.”
“I’ll be slowing you guys down,” Havan huffed. He seemed unable to support his limping leg at all. “You should all go ahead-”
Belira cut him off “Forget it, Havan. How can you even suggest that?”
“He thinks he’s being selfless,” Stamos answered for him. He was continuingly knocking ankles with Havan, accidentally, as he had to stick closely next to him to support the side with his limp. “You’re being stupid if you think we’ll leave you out here on your own.”
“Other patrol parties might catch up because of me.” He groaned from the slight pain of dragging his leg.
“We’ll figure that out if it happens,” Beaumas assured him. There wasn’t going to be any room for debate. Either they all made back or none of them would.
The idea of leaving Havan behind brought back the drowning memory of Aalor, who sacrificed his life months ago to hold back a cadre of Vong warriors so she and several others could get away. That terrible moment when he disappeared into that gathered mountain of Vong and then a large explosion from his thermal detonator played out in her head often.
And since then, on several occasions, others had done the same. A fellow Bothan, Mesur, had been injured in a raid, that they chose to eventually retreat from because of the Vong’s strong numbers; he wasn’t able to keep up due to his injuries and ordered the rest of the team to continue while he turned back towards their many pursuers, who were closing in.
It had been pointless, of course, his scream ware all Beaumas had wanted to know of, she hadn‘t dared to look back behind her and continued to run for her life.
Since then, though, she was now faster, stronger, braver; if Beaumas looked back to a year before at the persons she used to be, the one she was now would have little similarities.
“How much longer until we clear the woods?” Stamos asked her.
“Another fifty kilometers.”
“If they’re waiting for us at the end, that’s fifty more kilometers of peace,” Char remarked, flipping his rifle with his chest hands several times. He sounded like he was rather hoping for the Vong to be waiting for them. Dugs were known to be fighters in one way or another.
“Don’t start making wishes,” Ottis told him flatly. He always stayed in a serious manner, which was a good thing to have in a resistance movement, Beaumas thought.
“Don’t hold it against me for being born with a need of thrills,” Char said with enthusiasm.
This time, it was Belira who scolded at him and gestured her head to Havan, then waved at their surroundings. “You have a desire for this. An invasion on your home and millions killed, with more following as time passes. People living underground, scared.”
Everyone looked at her in surprise; she had never raised her voice like this before. The young twi’lek who was not even in her twenties yet usually kept quiet.
“Belira, cool down,” Havan said, stepping away from hers and Stamos’ support, and staying standing on one foot. “He’s just being-”
“-A Dug.”
She glared at Char with much disdain on her face; he in return looked away. Everyone had now stopped walking, they were all now in a momentary silence. Beaumas brushed her head’s sweat-covered fur, trying to figure what was the right thing to do in this situation. Was it better to stop the argument at the beginning or see how it went?
“So what’s that supposed to mean?” Ottis asked, though not letting his neutral manner dissolve away. He looked at Belira with curiosity in regards to her statement rather than anger.
“It means he’s like a lot of his species.” She it spoke without suppressing her callous. “You hope for violence like this so you can be a part of it.”
“I didn’t mean it like . . .” but Char couldn’t finish what he was trying to say, Beaumas thought he might not even have anything to say in his defense.
Belira, though, still had more on her plate. “My dad was around Dugs a lot, he told me how you guys are in nature.”
“I . . . I can’t deny that.”
Now this nobody expected: Char was admitting to a fault, often Dugs pointed out the flaws in all others but themselves. Now Belira’s attitude towards him seemed to disappear, because of this.
“Okay then,” she finally said calmly.
“Okay then.” he repeated.
So like that, it was over, for now at least. Arguments between them were common, of course; being forced into tight living arrangements and having all these unresolved issues of various kinds didn’t go away, not even during a war sometimes. Their Jedi leader had explained this and advised on people to find some common ground to settle their personal problems, or at least put them aside.
“Let’s keep it moving now,” Beaumas siad aloud.
She and Ottis led the way through the woods once more, with Belira and Stamos supporting Havan in the middle, and Char returning to his position at the rear.
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He's a leader now with a lot of responsibilities. Kinsey will have a main role here. Also when living and fighting in a jungle, you use what you have available to you(bows and arrows and such).
Yeah, you did a tremendous job of establishing that right off the bat
Stamos
John?!
When they made it out of the pit, the team looked back to the mess; the boulders now covered a good part of the pit, and only parts of the Vong could be made out under all of them.
“Well that was definitely worth the hours of setting up those things,” Char remarked happily.
Loved the whole sequence here with the snipers. Great stuff.
“How much longer until we clear the woods?” Stamos asked her.
“Another fifty kilometers.”
That's quite a run!
“Don’t hold it against me for being born with a need of thrills,” Char said with enthusiasm.
This time, it was Belira who scolded at him and gestured her head to Havan, then waved at their surroundings. “You have a desire for this. An invasion on your home and millions killed, with more following as time passes. People living underground, scared.”
Everyone looked at her in surprise; she had never raised her voice like this before. The young twi’lek who was not even in her twenties yet usually kept quiet.
“Belira, cool down,” Havan said, stepping away from hers and Stamos’ support, and staying standing on one foot. “He’s just being-”
“-A Dug.”
She glared at Char with much disdain on her face; he in return looked away. Everyone had now stopped walking, they were all now in a momentary silence. Beaumas brushed her head’s sweat-covered fur, trying to figure what was the right thing to do in this situation. Was it better to stop the argument at the beginning or see how it went?
“So what’s that supposed to mean?” Ottis asked, though not letting his neutral manner dissolve away. He looked at Belira with curiosity in regards to her statement rather than anger.
“It means he’s like a lot of his species.” She it spoke without suppressing her callous. “You hope for violence like this so you can be a part of it.”
“I didn’t mean it like . . .” but Char couldn’t finish what he was trying to say, Beaumas thought he might not even have anything to say in his defense.
Belira, though, still had more on her plate. “My dad was around Dugs a lot, he told me how you guys are in nature.”
“I . . . I can’t deny that.”
Now this nobody expected: Char was admitting to a fault, often Dugs pointed out the flaws in all others but themselves. Now Belira’s attitude towards him seemed to disappear, because of this.
“Okay then,” she finally said calmly.
“Okay then.” he repeated.
I'm worried here about the tension between Char and Belira. I think this could be the seed of a larger problem in the resistance that tears it apart.
Great post, FORCEBlLADE Loved all the guerilla tactics of the resistance and the camaraderie between the team. You did a great job of showing the personalities of these new characters.
Can't wait for the next post
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You'll have to wait and see if that tension gets bigger.
Chapter 3
Another day, another struggle. That was the motto Kinsey and others had adopted since the Yuuzhan Vong’s occupation on Coruscant. At least this struggling day was over and she would get to rest. Kinsey had just managed to get the toddlers in the base asleep in their quarters, and these days, they would fight their tiring bodies.
“What if the bad people come when we’re sleeping?” a four year-old had asked her a few days before.
“The adults will protect you,” she assured him. “Don’t worry about it.”
But of course they stayed worried; it was a shared feeling by all in the base or who were hiding in the most secluded of places in the planet. No matter how much some of them, liked to pretend - and this included Kinsey - that fear never went away.
But Kinsey kept up the allusion of courage firmly, not just for those kids, but for herself as well. She actually was able to fool herself a bit, sometimes, and for those brief moments, it was an escape, a temporary retreat from this nightmare.
But in reality the only real light in this dark nightmare she had was Misael, their Jedi leader, the man who came back from the outside galaxy and entered her -
No, I won’t think of him that way.
“Kinsey,” someone called from behind her. She jumped, as if her thoughts had somehow leaked out of her mind and became readable to all eyes. Kinsey turned around, Jiltha, a zabrak was walking up from the opened doorway to her quarters.
“I heard Odyn’s team came back,” she inquired. “How are they?”
“Alive, thank the Force.” Kinsey couldn’t help but huff in anxiety. “They’re resting now, so no one should bother them.”
“Right, are you alright? You look like you need a drink.”
“I’ve had a drink, thanks.”
“Well the assembly will be staring in an hour, make sure to be with the kids and-”
“I know.” Yes, she did know, Misael had given her the instructions more than a dozen times. “Don’t let any of the kids wander off into the meeting.”
Kinsey waved goodbye to Jiltha, continuing down the long corridor, now feeling frustrated rather than nervous. Though she wanted to be at the center of the resistance movement, her duties to the children came first. Being a fulltime nanny had not been her dream job, but somebody had to look after them - especially sense most of the children living in the base were orphans, thanks to the Vong.
You have a duty here, and a good one.
Plus Misael would always fill her in right away on what had been discussed and the decisions that they had made. He always remembered to include her . . .
THUMP - it came without warning. The ceiling shook and dust busted out from it‘s cracks. Kinsey froze momentarily, all the worst scenarios instantly played out in her head of what could happen next. Had the Yuuzhan Vong found them? Were they all now doomed?
The others in the corridor were in the same state as well. The loud thump came again above the base, making it clear that whatever was on the surface was huge and was possibly meant to be.
From Kinsey‘s side, a tall man named Tilsin skipped passed her to the end of the corridor where he slid open the middle panel on the corner and pulled out the end of a cylinder of a telescope, giving view to the surface above them.
Her paralyzed state dissolved and Kinsey caught up to him as he set his eyes into the lenses, slowly rotating the telescope .
“Well?’ she asked with a thin breath. The heavy thumps on the ground continued and the lights slightly flickered. “What is it?”
“See for yourself.” Tilsin stepped away from the telescope, and Kinsey took his place.
The reflected mirror showed a wide cavern with streams of light coming out from above, and she saw several Yuuzhan Vong in the area walking in a well formed line; at first Kinsey didn’t see anything that could be making the continuing noise, but once she moved the telescope she spotted two large flat feet, green-scaled and with three large yellowish nails on each one
Kinsey grabbed a circular handle on the telescope and turned it, raising the other end of the telescope to see the rest of this thing. The creature looked to be the size of an AT-AT, with a large horn just under it’s small-beady eyes and she was surprised the thing managed to drag it’s heavy and flapping stomach.
“I’ve seen one of those before,” she hissed as if the Vong and the creature above them would be able to hear her. “Let’s hope they don’t know about us.”
“Just stay put,” Tilsin said, then looking to all the people in the corridor, who were now looking up at the ceiling, as it continued shaking from the creature large steps. “Nobody start running through this base like a crazy person. Let’s just wait.”
The loud thumping continued on and on, and everyone was doing as Tilsin instructed. Kinsey was now remembering back a few weeks into the Vong’s takeover of the capital. She had been hiding in her family’s apartment complex when the same creature crashed into the building, sending it down against another building, luckily, giving Kinsey enough time to escape by means of swinging away on a cable - but only her.
Her family and the rest that had been hiding in the apartment complex were gone once the creature had finally toppled it over. Kinsey ran away from the scene in tears, not looking back. Would this creature claim her life this time?
The thumping began to fade away, and soon it was gone. Everyone in the corridor waited for another minute or two, though, fearing that there would suddenly come and attack from above, then they all slowly went back to their former business.
“I never get less freaked out when that happens,” Tilsin said quietly enough for only her to hear him. He patted her shoulder before disappearing down the next corridor.
Kinsey slid the telescope back into the wall and placed the panel back on. The strength in her body faded away without warning and she slid down with her back against the wall, and pulled her knees to her chest.
How she wished she wasn’t so scared all the time. Kinsey thought that organizing, and even fighting on several occasions in the resistance that she had shed away a bit of the personality of a frightened little girl.
How could she be part of a resistance movement to take back an entire planet if so much fear still boiled within. Others like Odyn and Beaumas were now skilled, clever, strong, and courageous soldiers in this war. They had change from the inexperienced civilians they used to be before the invasion.
Why couldn’t she change as well?
Maybe there just wasn’t a fighter in her, but Misael often said that everyone progressed into what they had to be in their own time. Her own time could take too long, and Kinsey might get killed - or cause somebody else’s life. Even though she missed being Kinsey Ashtori, a Coruscanti teenager, that person needed to go away so Kinsey the resistance fighter could play her part.
Okay then, what do you have to do now is get up.
The strength in Kinsey’s legs returned; so she slowly rose back up, and straightened out her clothing before starting for the children’s quarters. The kids were already sound asleep, thank goodness for that, so she sat down on a metal chair at a corner and took out a datapad.
Only ten minutes, at least, passed peacefully when Tilsin stepped into the room, and waved her over to the door. Once Kinsey closed the door to the room, he asked, “Is Browler in there with you guys?”
“No, I thought he was with his parents tonight.”
Tilsin shook his head, became worried. “He left their room after they fell asleep. No one’s been able to find him. Are you sure he‘s not in there.”
Kinsey once again nodded. “I made a head check, and would’ve noticed him He’s not there.”
“Then he’s probably snuck into the meeting.” He sighed, rubbing both hands on his face. “Come on, we’d better go look for him there.”
First Kinsey looked into the room for a moment to make sure all the children inside were still sleeping, and then walked with Tilsin to the assembly room.
“If he is eavesdropping, Misael is going to kill me,” she said nervously.
“You’re exaggerating,” Tilsin reasoned.
“None of the children are supposed to listen on what’s being said in those meetings. They talk about serious battle plans and how best to kill the enemy. Those are things kids can’t be hearing.”
They turned a corner into a long hall that was deprived of light, despite their best intentions of trying to get the electricity flowing through it again.
“True, but don’t assume the worst will happen with Misael.” Tilsin was now eyeing her, and though it was nearly completely dark in the hallway, Kinsey could see that he was grinning.
“What is it?” she asked, frowning. “I know you want to get something out.”
“You’re always so concerned over what Misael thinks,” he said bluntly. “Why don’t you just kiss him already.”
Kinsey stopped walking, standing completely still. She could not believe what he had just said; she wanted to skin him alive for suggesting an idea like that.
“You need to check whether you’re suffering from delusions, Tilsin.” With a shake of her head, Kinsey started to walk again, but noticed that the man’s grin didn’t fade away.
“Oh come on. You’re not good at hiding how you look at him,” he said, staying a few steps behind her, possibly out of fear of a physical retaliation, “or the way that you don’t look at him.”
“You’ve been making the wrong readings.’ Even though she said it, Kinsey felt the words coming out of her being very hallow.
“I know what I read out of other people.” It sounded like he skipped a step, as if purposively taking pleasure in her supposed infatuation with their Jedi leader. “You have it in for him.”
Stopping again, Kinsey turned around to look at Tilsin straight in the eye to say, “But out, nerf hurter.”
Tilsin stayed where he was while Kinsey turned around and continued on. “That only confirms my suspicions even better,” he called out saying.
Kinsey bit her lip, hoping nobody was close by to have heard them.
At the door to the assembly room, Kinsey saw Browler, who was a small Chandra-Fang, peaking his small eyes through the slightly ajar door where Misael could be heard speaking, though Kinsey didn’t bother to try and listen.
She easily put a hand on his shoulder, which caused him to jump, and she turned him around, nodding over to the direction from which she came from. He walked beside her with his head down, though whether in shame for breaking the rules, or anger in getting caught, Kinsey did not know.
“You shouldn’t have snuck away, Browler,” she said very kindly.
“I know,” he replied faintly under a growl.
“You’re parents were worried, so you’re going to have to apologize to them for sneaking away.” They met Tilsin where she had left him and the three walked down the dark hall together.
“Got it?”
Browler nodded his head at least a dozen times. “Yeah.”
So they continued through the corridors together silently, and in that time Kinsey kept dwelling on what Tilsin suggested to her, and was glad nobody - especially him and Misael - could see into her dreams, which regarded this manner in many different ways.
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Kinsey grabbed a circular handle on the telescope and turned it, raising the other end of the telescope to see the rest of this thing. The creature looked to be the size of an AT-AT, with a large horn just under it’s small-beady eyes and she was surprised the thing managed to drag it’s heavy and flapping stomach.
Rakamat?
How she wished she wasn’t so scared all the time. Kinsey thought that organizing, and even fighting on several occasions in the resistance that she had shed away a bit of the personality of a frightened little girl.
How could she be part of a resistance movement to take back an entire planet if so much fear still boiled within. Others like Odyn and Beaumas were now skilled, clever, strong, and courageous soldiers in this war. They had change from the inexperienced civilians they used to be before the invasion.
Why couldn’t she change as well?
It's nice that she's able to hold on to a little of her innocence.
“You’ve been making the wrong readings.’ Even though she said it, Kinsey felt the words coming out of her being very hallow.
“I know what I read out of other people.” It sounded like he skipped a step, as if purposively taking pleasure in her supposed infatuation with their Jedi leader. “You have it in for him.”
Stopping again, Kinsey turned around to look at Tilsin straight in the eye to say, “But out, nerf hurter.”
Tilsin stayed where he was while Kinsey turned around and continued on. “That only confirms my suspicions even better,” he called out saying.
lol. Busted.
So they continued through the corridors together silently, and in that time Kinsey kept dwelling on what Tilsin suggested to her, and was glad nobody - especially him and Misael - could see into her dreams, which regarded this manner in many different ways.
I bet 
Great post, FORCEBlLADE Nice seeing more of Kinsey and getting more of her thoughts on what's going on. The whole underground movement is kind of reminding me of that movie Reign of Fire (Yeah, I'm sorry to compare it to a terrible movie, I don't mean it in a bad way! ).
I really liked the part with Tilsin teasing Kinsey
Can't wait to see what happens next.
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I liked Reign of Fire, so I take it as a compliment. Also there's been a slight addition to the dramatis persona.
Chapter 4
He watched the flimsar plant slowly crawled itself over the duracrete wall, but wasn’t satisfied with the state of the area beyond this spot. This sector of the galaxy’s former capital still was very much dead with the lifeless structures of it’s former inhabitants, but Zion Tresma was comforted with knowing that within a week, the skeletons of Coruscant would be buried.
“Supreme Commander,” one the warriors behind him called. “We have lost contact with Commander Yoka and his party.”
Zion Tresma faced him, his stare stone-cold. “That means the infidels have struck again.”
All twelve warriors facing him growled with disdain. These raids had become frequent over the last few months. Like all in his caste, Zion too was frustrated with their constant attempts to make themselves a fighting force.
It was ridicules really; there were a substantial amount of infidels left behind on their former capital when the Yuuzhan Vong took over, and they had retreated to the deepest levels of the city planet to hide from them.
Many of them were captured for enslavement or were shipped away to New Republic worlds in a clever technique to torture the infidels by giving them countless refugees they wouldn’t be able to handle. Before the Yuuzhan Vong were confident that in taken their capital, the war would end, but sadly that wasn’t the case.
Many of them still remained on Yuuhan’tar, and some were willing to fight back. Zion found it almost admirable. The infidels thought they had a chance against his people, with little to no resources or weapons. Yet they were still coming, no matter how many died or were captured in their attempts.
But their activities were becoming more organized, raids on small Yuuhan Vong parties were quick and productive. These attacks were made with not just the use of their technological abominations, but also primitive weapons, bows and arrows, daggers. The infidels were suddenly capable of fighting a handful of warriors at once.
For a while now there had been a handful of traps setup on populated areas that these infidels managed to sneak into unnoticed. These traps were simple things like falling debris, or nets, but only recently they were evolving into bombs and construction sabotage.
Zion also believed them to be adapting to the new conditions of the planet. They made quick appearances and then vanished without a trace. Clearly there were still many secret routes from the Yuuzhan Vong’s pre-occupation that they didn’t know of.
All these small bits of progress made Zion wonder what had changed with the infidels. They were slowly but surely becoming a capable force. They were now very strategic and coordinated, not to mention creative in their activities.
A week ago, one of them was captured, who declared right to him in person that his people were now making a resistance movement. Zion could remember the captive laughing ridiculously, until he had crushed his skull onto the ground with his foot.
So they were truly thinking they could make a movement to retake their world. How entertaining it seemed that the infidels held themselves in such high regard, even within this terrible situation?
No, they weren’t a threat. The infidels were more of an irritation to the Yuuzhan Vong, like bugs that continuingly bit at the body, or a fly that amazingly avoided the swings of an arm and zoomed around the face.
“Do you know what their patrol route rout was?”
“Yes, commander.”
“We are going on a hunt,” The moment Zion said it, all the warriors grinded their teeth happily.
So they were off, into the wonderful living world they had created over the horrid city the infidels wanted to recreate, but that would never happen.
The infidels were known to appear at the Charda Woods for it’s cover. Just outside of those woods they found a pile of Yuuzhan Vong bodies, killed by laser fire, mostly likely rifles, as Zion inspected. He had studied the weapons of this galaxy to familiarize himself with the abominations he would be fighting in this war.
“They will be avenged,” he declared to his party. They all simply nodded together in agreement.
With closer inspection of the area, they found the footprints of several different species, including their own leading the Chandra Woods, where inside a pit they found an even larger number of their dead kin, under the pieces of boulders. Yes, just like Zion already saw, they were becoming organized, but by what? What suddenly triggered their movement?
For the next several hours, Zion led his warriors through woods, over canyons, to a river that would go for miles. They followed it into a long valley and walked on a route seated into the high cliff wall.
“There are half a dozen at the end of the valley,” one of his warrior announced.
Zion looked into the direction he was pointing to. There was a group of infidels, trekking out of the river of water, all dripping in water and looking to be gasping for breath. Yet the Gran, who was seemingly the leader, waved for them to continue.
They were now making their way for the high trees where Zion was sure to lose them if he didn’t go after them now. He signaled his party to move and they quickly climbed down the cliff wall, and running beside the river once on the ground without even stopping to catch their breaths.
This was their nature, who they were. Exhaustion, quitting: these words that were so common within the natives of this galaxy did not exist to them.
It only a few short minutes to close in the distance between them and the infidels. Though they were running, no sound came from their quick moving footsteps, so even as they came near, the infidels did not turn.
Zion had his amphistaff raised, ready to attack the first one within his reach. The human walking at the end of the group turned, not shocked by their quick appearance at all, and with his arm coming up swiftly with a blaster at hand.
A single laser bolt came towards Zion’s head, but he ducked to the side a miller second before contact; the bolt didn’t continue much further, as it hit one of his warriors that had been running right behind him. His name Zion hadn’t bothered to learn, nor did he watch him fall back in a loud stomp, and no other bushman Vong did either, but continued forwards, going around his body.
The infidel that made the shot was about to fire once again, but Zion was already in front of him. His amphistaff slammed onto the human‘s face, it’s fangs sinking into the his flesh, but there were no screams. When Zion pulled his weapon off, the infidel fell to the ground, motionless.
The Gran shouted out something in an unknown language; clearly it was a command, though, because the other four infidels jumped to either side, all taking out several different types of weapons: Two with blasters, another with a bow an arrow, and one with a dagger.
One of the ones who was wielding a blaster was a Falleen, and fired at Zion, who positioned himself so that the bolts harmlessly burned away on his vanduum crab armor. The Falleen began to move back, but continued to fire. No matter what different firing position he tried, Zion managed to avoid every one of his shot.
The Gran threw himself at another warrior without any sort of weapon at hand; he and the warrior took a hold of one another’s arms, and struggled with each other, barely moving, as they were both heavy in size and equally matched.
The female human with a bow and arrow managed to hit another Yuuzhan Vong in the neck, but another followed and tackled her onto the ground.
Another warrior took out his couffee and began a duel with a Duro, who held the dagger; both showed great instinct and precision. Despite Zion’s warrior cutting into one of the Duro’s arms, he continued on swinging the dagger.
The second human, who was carrying the other blaster continued firing at the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong party, managing to shoot down one before a trio of razor bugs all hit him square on the chest, in which he instantly fell onto the ground, without so much as stuttering afterwards.
Meanwhile, Zion closed in on his opponent, who tried but failed to shoot him on a vulnerable spot. Zion was too quick for him, he reached out with a swing of his arm to grab his shooting hand.
The infidel tried to hit him in the face, but Zion grabbed that hand as well. The infidel then tried to kick him, but he swung him around, tying his arms together. Zion then smashed his spiked forehead onto the back of the infidel’s head.
By this time, the female human had been able to stick a bow into the neck of the warrior who she had been struggling on the ground with, and she managed to get back on her feet, take out another bow, and shoot it into the waist of another.
The Gran head butted his opponent and then took a hold of his head in both hands. Zion heard the quick snap of his warrior’s neck. Zion advanced on him, but barely avoided another arrow shot by the female.
In that quick second, the Gran took out a thermal detonator from his pocket and activated it.
The noise of the detonator being turned on distracted the warrior who was battling with his couffee, the Duro took that advantage by taking his dagger through the warrior’s neck.
Another arrow also passed right in front of Zion’s eyes in that same instant, only to hit another in the face.
The Gran dropped the thermal detonator as two of Zion’s warriors advanced on him, but before Zion could shout out a warning, the detonator was activated, and the Gran was jumping clear out of the way before it went off. The small explosion sent the two warriors rolling away on the steep ground.
Zion turned back to the three remaining infidels who were regrouping, but the Duro took out what at first appeared to be another thermal detonator, but instead when he threw it onto the ground, a cloud of smoke covered of Zion’s sight.
He ran without really knowing where he was moving to, but relying on his instincts. He came out of the cloud after a minute, taking almost no time in coughing out the fumes from the smoke. He darted around the visible area, no one else was in sight.
The smoke soon cleared and his two remaining warriors came to him, neither as pleased with themselves as he was.
The infidels were gone. Now there was only them and a dozen newly dead.
Yes, there was indeed a resistance movement now, and it was now a number of flies.
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I liked Reign of Fire, so I take it as a compliment.
Oh sorry 
A week ago, one of them was captured, who declared right to him in person that his people were now making a resistance movement. Zion could remember the captive laughing ridiculously, until he had crushed his skull onto the ground with his foot.
Gotta love those Yuuzhan Vong
One of the ones who was wielding a blaster was a Falleen, and fired at Zion,
A Falleen, eh? So this isn't a group of resistence fighters we've seen yet.
The infidel tried to hit him in the face, but Zion grabbed that hand as well. The infidel then tried to kick him, but he swung him around, tying his arms together. Zion then smashed his spiked forehead onto the back of the infidel’s head.
Ouch!
Nice move though...
The smoke soon cleared and his two remaining warriors came to him, neither as pleased with themselves as he was.
The infidels were gone. Now there was only them and a dozen newly dead.
Yes, there was indeed a resistance movement now, and it was now a number of flies.
Oh how he underestimates them 
Loved getting the Yuuzhan Vong perspectives on what's going on on Coruscant Great post, FORCEBlLADE Is this Gran Musta?
I wonder how the Yuuzhan Vong will react to knowing there is a legitimate resistence movement against them
Can't wait to find out, post more soon
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FORCEBlLADE
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Date Posted:
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RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 6/22
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Back from vacation and continuing the story. No this is a different team from the one in chapter 2, and the Vong I'd say would be really agitated that the infidels haven't given up.
Chapter 5
For Odyn,, the condition of his living arrangements were no different than his home from before the Yuuzhan Vong invaded Coruscant. He had been a total slob. Cloths laid all around the floors, dishes were left unattended, and there had been stains of different sorts that went from the floor to the ceiling. At the very least he had always been smart enough not to take dates home.
So the prospect of living in an ancient underground base effected him to a small degree. The noises of creatures screaming out, and passing over them were like the traffic sounds of what the planet once was.
Right now, he was at peace, lying down on his bunker with the white ceiling light on. It was the middle of the night, tired, cleaned up, and feeling refreshed,. There were no disturbances. His life had been like this before.
Like others who were soldiers in this resistance movement, Odyn came from an ordinary single man’s life of a middle-class job, small mediocre apartment, and may frozen dinners.
Yes, he had been the product of a normal life. No part for him to play in this new galactic war. The battles that were broadcast on the HoloNet would seem like high quality action holos. Still Odyn would get on his own case about feeling so little about the war, he argued to himself that there was no role for him to play in it.
Then a role came, along with the Yuuzhan Vong. Odyn could remember every detail of that horrible day down to it’s seconds.
Odyn made a run for the nearest transport hangar from his home, then the Vong flotilla was all over the skies, over Imperial City. The first coralskippers he saw from a window dropped their plasma bombs on a building, destroying it’s high levels in seconds.
He continued on and made it to a hangar, but to no avail; by the time that he was there all ships were gone, and making matter worse Yuuzhan Vong warriors arrived to slaughter those who were left stranded.
So then it became a chase of the preys - those preys being Odyn and numerous others. They ran down to the lowerlevels of the city, having to climb at various points, because of passageways being destroyed.
Some of them weren’t able to keep up, and were taken by the Vong, or caught in an attack from the Vong ships. Where now, Odyn would have gone back to try and save them, then simply continued running for his life and didn’t look back.
Eventually after hours of running, avoiding attacks from coralskippers, Odyn and some others found themselves in the deepest parts of the city, not stopping anywhere, and with nowhere to go.
Weeks past, and Odyn had wandered the dark alleyways and sewers with groups of people; someone would disappear or die almost everyday and the rest just kept going, avoiding the Yuuzhan Vong at all corners.
A man named Barten then showed up and led them to the base, where they finally felt a measure of security. Overtime Odyn was one of the people who silently became one of the band of survivor‘s leaders. Each day was a struggle, with no real goal in mind but to survive it.
Then Misael came, and the young Jedi brought with him a movement. Now Odyn was a leader, a soldier, and that gave him hope for a brighter time to come, eventually.
He could have only been asleep for an hour or so before there was a knock on his door. He grudgingly got out of bed to unlock the door. Kinsey was outside standing in the otherwise empty corridor.
“Please tell me we were just attacked,” he groaned, barely forcing his eyes open, and supporting his still awakening body against the doorway. “Otherwise I won’t be happy with being woken up.”
“Musta’s team is back.” The chilling manner in which she said it got Odyn completely awake.
“What’s wrong, they were due back at o-three hundred,” he said.
Kinsey’s eyes crystallized, she couldn’t seem to be able to speak. This only meant bad news, and despite all the bad news that came their way, it was never easy for any, including Odyn.
“They’re getting water,” he assumed. She nodded.
He took her into his arm as they walked together in the empty corridors, almost everyone was asleep, so luckily there would be time before they had to spread whatever new blows there now was.
Had Musta not made it back. He and Odyn were now close friends; he didn’t want to think about it, but whether it was him or somebody else, or it was more than one who they wouldn’t see again, Odyn would now be carrying their deaths on his shoulders.
They arrived at the cavern where Misael and only three others were talking while sitting in a circles. Musta was among them, along with Arial, and Murey.
When they noticed Odyn and Kinsey standing at the entryway, they all only had to look at Odyn so that he knew where the other half of the team was.
“They fought the good fight,” he said, though the words sounded hollow to him.
Now Kinsey was whimpering softly against his chest. Odyn could only admit it to himself tat he wished he could let the tears drop, but that wasn’t his style.
“They’re one with the Force now, Kinsey,” Misael said.
She moved her head away from Odyn. “That doesn’t make it easier.”
“I know.” Misael looked down to the ground for a moment, then stood up and walked over to them. “Maybe you should take her to her room.”
“I want to talk to them. Would you?”
He nodded, and Kinsey allowed him to direct her out of the cavern. Odyn took Misael’s spot in the circle with the three returnees. What was there left to say but pointless words about the newest casualties. Luckily it wasn’t Odyn who spoke up first.
“It’s times like these that I wonder what we’re doing,” Musta said in a low tone.
“A whole lot more of us could be dead by now,” Murey reasoned from his right.
“”I think what Murey means is if all this fighting’s worth it?” Arial said.
That was a good question, one which Odyn asked himself as well. This movement was dangerous, in some ways they were putting themselves more in harm’s way than they if they were simply hiding.
On New Plympton, the Vong decided to make the planet completely uninhabitable as an endgame to the resistance movement there, but they wouldn’t be thinking of doing that to Coruscant; they had turned it into their new homeworld.
Still, what if they failed and were all killed.
“We have to make it worth it,” he finally said.
Though the trio didn’t say anything, they all nodded, but Odyn wondered if they really took his words to heart. He had come to learn that half of being a leader was giving the right speeches.
“I’d say you should clean up and get some shut eye.” Odyn and to head for the cavern’s entryway. “Kinsey told me Beaumas’s team made it back an hour earlier.”
“Are they all back?” Murey asked.
Odyn nodded, bid them goodnight, and then left the cavern.
So that hopefully ended the torment for a short while. The entire time that he walked back to his room Odyn fought through his horrid memory of the past year to remember the names of Musta’s team members that hadn’t returned.
Where had they lived before the invasion? When did they arrive at the base? What had they done as part of the resistance since it started?
Odyn couldn’t think of an answer to any of those questions. This wasn’t the first time he struggled with this. The base was now so heavily occupied and the resistance now widely grown in numbers that he no longer knew everybody by heart.
He also asked himself how it was that he was still alive.
Before he thought that it had to do with his role in the resistance, perhaps he had a great purpose, but eventually Odyn realized that to be him being self-centered.
There was no definite center of action; danger hailed from all direction, each one as worse as the next. Heroes were needed by the full load these days.
In action holos, it was often that the main protagonist was the one who does it all and survive it all when the other, less important characters died at the second laser bolts started shooting. The main hero, on the other hand, would miraculously dodge all those bolts and get to kill all the bad guys.
Yes this had actually been the case for him on one or two occasions, but it wasn’t reality that he or others who played primary roles in the resistance - including Misael - would make it out of this war alive..
Those who were now dead in this war were no less important than any who were still alive. Odyn was not one bit more special than the three who didn’t return tonight with Musta.
But they were gone now. Whether because of fate or random picks for casualties.
Then finally, their faces came to connect with names.
Keylok, Urila, and Sorh. I wish I had taken the time to know you guys better.
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