(ooc: background threads: -...Establish Justice...-, -Separatist Beginnings-)
Trandosha: Hsskhor
In a large city like Hsskhor, the capital city of Trandosha, there are many places one could hide. However for individuals like Rissonik, leader of the remaining members of the K'Satikur and co-leader of the Separatist Movement, those hiding places seemed to be few and far between. While having their group be scattered like it was prevented Hyossk's forces from making any real dent in their numbers, it prevented Rissonik from effectively communicating with them and thus couldn't organize any resistance against their pursuers.
We need to reorganize... Rissonik thought, looking wearily out of the window of the basement he was currently making his 'home'. The problem of course was finding all of his supporters. He knew members of his Clan by sight: he already found two of them a warrior and K'Satikur warrior who were in the room with him, but non clan members were a problem when it came to identification. Very few of them, like the ones in the communications building, he knew he could trust. I need to find at least one of the Ekirta or Keshur we have running around as covert agents...
If he could find them...he would effective become connected to the spy network he and Naosha set up when the movement started. The problem of course was that he couldn't go looking for those individuals very easily: his face was too well known and the Council had eyes everywhere. The two warriors with him wouldn't have a much easier time of it either...
"Sha'tor." He heard one of his warriors call to him. "I hear someone coming."
"Great..." Rissonik grumbled.
A moment later two Trandoshan marines kicked open the door to the basement. At first they could see nothing, but decended the steps to give a more thorough search.
"Someone's been here recently..." One of them growled. "I can still smell their spore."
"Actually...we are still here..." A voice said behind them. As they turned around they both got clobbered over the head by the two warriors. They didn't kill them, at least...not yet. Rissonik had them stripped of their clothing and equipment, then he put on one of the uniforms, the K'Satikur warrior putting on the other. The other warrior then killed the two marines cleanly and wiped his blade clean. Rissonik wished there was a third marine so his second warrior could disguise himself, but knew he couldn't have everything: he was improvising a lot now as is to keep himself alive.
The two of us that would be most recognizable are covered at least... Rissonik thought as he and the two warriors calmly exited the building.
Council of Elders: Hyossk's private chambers
"You mean to tell me...that you haven't found them yet?" A none to pleased Hyossk growled.
"It is difficult to track down rebels that have scattered to the four winds Councilor." Besk said calmly. "But with them scattered as they are...it will be difficult for them to make any moves against us. We have time."
"But not as far as Naosha is concerned." Hyossk hissed. "Who...if I must remind you...was last seen leaving on a Wookiee shuttle!"
Besk had to fight to keep the look of surprise off his face: it would seem the Councilor was better informed then he thought. "The attack on the Wookiee's ship left it heavily damaged Councilor, with it's long range communications systems and hyperdrive disabled according to the scans from the surviving two ships of our fleet we sent in." Besk said calmly. "It would have been too risky for them to try to make a run back to Kashyyyk, which means they likely set down some where close by. It will be only a matter of time before they are found and finished off."
"There is also the matter of the rogue Destroyer Besk." Hyossk sneered. "There has been no sign of where it ran off too...and could reappear at any time to assist them."
Ah yes...the 'Bloodfang'. Besk thought. "I can assure you that I have every put every effort in finding the Bloodfang sir. It's..."
"'Only a matter of time'...Time we don't have Besk!" Hyossk growled. "The public is already restless and there has been growning dissent amoung them. The sooner we can eliminate those threats the sooner we can start to repair the damage. Do not come back here until you've made some actual progess! Like Rissonik's head on a platter!"
"As you command...Councilor Hyossk." Besk bowed and took his leave. Fool. Besk thought bitterly. It may already be too late to repair the damage...
***
Tissuss
It wasn't everyday a Republic Class destroyer was forced to land on a planets (in this case 'moon') surface, so the Triton looked very odd indeed perched as it was, half of it in a forest...the other half over a large meadow. The first order of business was not only repairing the ships communication lines, but 'freeing' the Captain and the rest of the bridge crew from their sefl imposted prison.
The combined effort of the Trandoshan, Wookiee and human engineers aboard the ship managed to get one of the bulkhead doors open: the breeched hull above them now let in a lovely cooling breeze, however the combination of bulkhead and blast door was giving them headaches. They had no doubts the people on the other side were starting to get a bit stir crazy...
...
Outside Silliss and his warriors made themselves useful by hunting for fresh meat for the crew and tending to those that were injured as well as burying the dead. Naosha herself couldn't be of much help in those areas, so helped the nurses keep an eye on the kids instead. Naturally...Trissan was proving to be a handful: Naosha had lost count on how many times she had to get him out of those damn trees....
Trandosha: Hsskhor
In a large city like Hsskhor, the capital city of Trandosha, there are many places one could hide. However for individuals like Rissonik, leader of the remaining members of the K'Satikur and co-leader of the Separatist Movement, those hiding places seemed to be few and far between. While having their group be scattered like it was prevented Hyossk's forces from making any real dent in their numbers, it prevented Rissonik from effectively communicating with them and thus couldn't organize any resistance against their pursuers.
We need to reorganize... Rissonik thought, looking wearily out of the window of the basement he was currently making his 'home'. The problem of course was finding all of his supporters. He knew members of his Clan by sight: he already found two of them a warrior and K'Satikur warrior who were in the room with him, but non clan members were a problem when it came to identification. Very few of them, like the ones in the communications building, he knew he could trust. I need to find at least one of the Ekirta or Keshur we have running around as covert agents...
If he could find them...he would effective become connected to the spy network he and Naosha set up when the movement started. The problem of course was that he couldn't go looking for those individuals very easily: his face was too well known and the Council had eyes everywhere. The two warriors with him wouldn't have a much easier time of it either...
"Sha'tor." He heard one of his warriors call to him. "I hear someone coming."
"Great..." Rissonik grumbled.
A moment later two Trandoshan marines kicked open the door to the basement. At first they could see nothing, but decended the steps to give a more thorough search.
"Someone's been here recently..." One of them growled. "I can still smell their spore."
"Actually...we are still here..." A voice said behind them. As they turned around they both got clobbered over the head by the two warriors. They didn't kill them, at least...not yet. Rissonik had them stripped of their clothing and equipment, then he put on one of the uniforms, the K'Satikur warrior putting on the other. The other warrior then killed the two marines cleanly and wiped his blade clean. Rissonik wished there was a third marine so his second warrior could disguise himself, but knew he couldn't have everything: he was improvising a lot now as is to keep himself alive.
The two of us that would be most recognizable are covered at least... Rissonik thought as he and the two warriors calmly exited the building.
Council of Elders: Hyossk's private chambers
"You mean to tell me...that you haven't found them yet?" A none to pleased Hyossk growled.
"It is difficult to track down rebels that have scattered to the four winds Councilor." Besk said calmly. "But with them scattered as they are...it will be difficult for them to make any moves against us. We have time."
"But not as far as Naosha is concerned." Hyossk hissed. "Who...if I must remind you...was last seen leaving on a Wookiee shuttle!"
Besk had to fight to keep the look of surprise off his face: it would seem the Councilor was better informed then he thought. "The attack on the Wookiee's ship left it heavily damaged Councilor, with it's long range communications systems and hyperdrive disabled according to the scans from the surviving two ships of our fleet we sent in." Besk said calmly. "It would have been too risky for them to try to make a run back to Kashyyyk, which means they likely set down some where close by. It will be only a matter of time before they are found and finished off."
"There is also the matter of the rogue Destroyer Besk." Hyossk sneered. "There has been no sign of where it ran off too...and could reappear at any time to assist them."
Ah yes...the 'Bloodfang'. Besk thought. "I can assure you that I have every put every effort in finding the Bloodfang sir. It's..."
"'Only a matter of time'...Time we don't have Besk!" Hyossk growled. "The public is already restless and there has been growning dissent amoung them. The sooner we can eliminate those threats the sooner we can start to repair the damage. Do not come back here until you've made some actual progess! Like Rissonik's head on a platter!"
"As you command...Councilor Hyossk." Besk bowed and took his leave. Fool. Besk thought bitterly. It may already be too late to repair the damage...
***
Tissuss
It wasn't everyday a Republic Class destroyer was forced to land on a planets (in this case 'moon') surface, so the Triton looked very odd indeed perched as it was, half of it in a forest...the other half over a large meadow. The first order of business was not only repairing the ships communication lines, but 'freeing' the Captain and the rest of the bridge crew from their sefl imposted prison.
The combined effort of the Trandoshan, Wookiee and human engineers aboard the ship managed to get one of the bulkhead doors open: the breeched hull above them now let in a lovely cooling breeze, however the combination of bulkhead and blast door was giving them headaches. They had no doubts the people on the other side were starting to get a bit stir crazy...
...
Outside Silliss and his warriors made themselves useful by hunting for fresh meat for the crew and tending to those that were injured as well as burying the dead. Naosha herself couldn't be of much help in those areas, so helped the nurses keep an eye on the kids instead. Naturally...Trissan was proving to be a handful: Naosha had lost count on how many times she had to get him out of those damn trees....