The battle for Kashyyyk continued to rage, and it seemed there would be no end in sight. The Republic, though their numbers were dwindling remained steadfast in their commitment to keep the Wookiee homeworld free. For that to happen, nothing less than a victory would do, thought Master Yoda as he observed the ongoing bloodshed with a grim look on his weathered face. The venerable Jedi remained anything but idle, scouting alongside defense lines and tree bastions. Wookiee berserkers accompanied him everywhere, not fully convinced that Yoda's clone bodyguards would do for the perilous surroundings they all found themselves in. There was something to be said for strength in numbers, even if there was a Grand Jedi Master spearheading a small troop of native and Clone forces. One could never be too certain, in war.
Serena and Tia, both ducking fierce barrage of friendly and enemy fire, worked hard on the ground below. Smoke, sweat, grease, blood - all stained their robes and faces ali