Except that AT-TEs are heavy weapons, and always deployed at the rear of an infantry charge. And seldom alone.

Two more AT-TEs note that their fellow is no longer under Imperial hands, and promptly turn their combined guns on it.

Now that the mercs are out of the keffing crossfire, the resistance can open up full-bore again.

The Commandos are ghosts. The others catch only glimpses of colored armor moving through the lines. An explosion here, and withering barage of Deece fire onto a vulnerable officer or weakened flank. They are constantly being pushed back by the tide, as are the other resistance fighters, but they make the Empire bleed for every step.

Jesska, by comparisson, is a maelstrom. Where she is, bodies begin to pile around her. Throats torn, heads crushed, limbs ripped from their torsos. The Trandoshan is a grisly engine of war unto her lonesome, and she moves through the debris-clogged melee howling for more blood.

She plucks up a trooper that had descended onto a resistance clone and flings him bodily into the sea. Whirls and grasps the neck of another that'd brought his rifle up to strike her, crushing his vertabrea in her claws. Dropping the limp figure and in the same motion lifting the resistance trooper onto his feet, she turns and fires her shattergun into an approaching cluster, diving head-first into the survivors with her scimitar blades flashing.

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