“There’s too many of them! We have to fall back!”
“NO! Hold the line, we can do this! No surrender, no retreat!”
Lakay’la held a gleaming sword high above her head to accentuate the inspiration, the light of its metallic blade glittering in the hot sun. The blood of the tyrants she slew dried...
Ord Mantell, Spaceport
The galaxy was in turmoil... and she was standing on her head.
It seemed that her training had only just begun when everything had erupted into chaos in frankly typical fashion for Lakay'la's life. Yavin had been a nightmare of blurred panic, dying friends, and blazing...