Eeli Surik
Jedi Guardian
Eeli ran her fingers through her red hair for a fifth time, a reflex borne from frustration. She stared down at the holo-display as a battle simulation took place. She'd been stuck on this problem for close to two weeks now; 'I'm better than this' she thought to herself. A natural strategist and tactician, Eeli enjoyed devoting herself to this method of training. Whilst no stranger to practicing her lightsaber forms, for her, however, this form of meditation through critical mental application was always renewing. Unless she was stuck. As she was now.
In a cozy yet large room in the Jedi Library, Eeli sat alone, her face illuminated with the light blue glow of the holo-projection. The occasional fellow padawan walked past every now and then, but they had all long since learnt that offering their help was often more of a hindrance than a help to Eeli.
Staring down at the display she couldn't see why her attack was failing. She had the flanks of the enemy restricted and there shouldn't be any supplies reaching the fortress, the enemy should be completely cut off. Granted, their anti-air batteries were still operational, so that ruled out an airstrike, but typically in this situation the enemy would either reach starvation or would simply surrender. Removing a target's mobility and supply chain is a fundamental tactic to overcome the enemy. 'So what's preventing their surrender?' she thought to herself.
'Maybe it's something to do with the people inside the fortress?' She glanced over the readout again that contained all the information for this simulation.
<Defenders: Human's, primarily adult males. Since the assault began 20% of these perished, but were immediately replaced by women of similar age or teenage males>
'Well that's odd' she thought to herself. 'Why are women and children filling the places of the dead? That makes no sense whatsoever, rather than surrender they would sacrifice that which they would protect?' She runs her hands through her silky red hair a sixth time.
"What would make them do such a thing? Why would they not resign and accept their defeat..." she whispers aloud with a tone of frustration. A warm, quiet voice appears in Eeli's left ear: "Well, if you look again, the read-out says that they are not soldiers, but rather a militia of the local populous..."
In a cozy yet large room in the Jedi Library, Eeli sat alone, her face illuminated with the light blue glow of the holo-projection. The occasional fellow padawan walked past every now and then, but they had all long since learnt that offering their help was often more of a hindrance than a help to Eeli.
Staring down at the display she couldn't see why her attack was failing. She had the flanks of the enemy restricted and there shouldn't be any supplies reaching the fortress, the enemy should be completely cut off. Granted, their anti-air batteries were still operational, so that ruled out an airstrike, but typically in this situation the enemy would either reach starvation or would simply surrender. Removing a target's mobility and supply chain is a fundamental tactic to overcome the enemy. 'So what's preventing their surrender?' she thought to herself.
'Maybe it's something to do with the people inside the fortress?' She glanced over the readout again that contained all the information for this simulation.
<Defenders: Human's, primarily adult males. Since the assault began 20% of these perished, but were immediately replaced by women of similar age or teenage males>
'Well that's odd' she thought to herself. 'Why are women and children filling the places of the dead? That makes no sense whatsoever, rather than surrender they would sacrifice that which they would protect?' She runs her hands through her silky red hair a sixth time.
"What would make them do such a thing? Why would they not resign and accept their defeat..." she whispers aloud with a tone of frustration. A warm, quiet voice appears in Eeli's left ear: "Well, if you look again, the read-out says that they are not soldiers, but rather a militia of the local populous..."