#Jerenru

[accursedkaleeshi]

can we see some of the wives with kids I love them all so much

Taa’yn! Giant mom (7ft 9) takes pups for a shallow splash.

ft. Jerenru, Rondaja, Alīka, ígira, Vangolla, Ki’qarn, tiny Fyerri & Y’tyrim (Blys’aan’s 1st)

[37-battle-droids]

@accursedkaleeshi I Made Kaleesh Child

Born near the middle of 33BBY, Jerenru jas Viiatur is Jyada's third child. Lots of info under the cut lol

As such, Jerenru was a bit difficult to keep track of during the first years but since she didn't fall off the roof and die she grew up to be very curious and observant. Didn't particularly ask many questions, but she'd always be looking at something, or trying to go investigate it. When she was young, she didn't tend to fare well with competitive and kinda crazy nature of other young pups and so would usually play alone, with cool looking rocks and objects or with any of the pets around the house.

She has deep reddish brown skin, gold eyes and dark navy blue hair that she keeps trimmed short. Blind in her left eye, her ingdorè has a strap made from the hide of a piinyur that covers her blind eye, and the beast's smaller teeth on smaller strips of hide below it.

Ever since she knew what her hands were, she'd be off climbing something, whether it be the kitchen counter or the shelves on the wall or whatever else looked in any way climbable to baby. This also occasionally included parents.

Getting older, she continued to love climbing, and once old enough to not be constantly supervised she could often be found perched somewhere up on top of the compound doing kid things or just chillin up there. Once the kids her age were no longer awful feral creatures, she opened up socially a lot more, loved joining into whatever other kids were doing and was very kind. She didn't take it well if anyone touched her collection of cool rocks and other likewise keepsakes though.

Upon getting old enough to have access to weapons, she was always very excited about making the world a better place and Bryaru was very much an enabler. Twarxii and the other hunt mothers taught her how to use a javelin, of which she'd carry two on her back for hunts n stuff.

As a teen, probably around fourteen, she would go along with things other teens would do and as such could be found messing around with technology the kids weren't supposed to have. At one point they got ahold of a blaster while unsupervised and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time when one of them overloaded the power bank, injuring her badly with shrapnel and plasma, taking out her vision in her left eye. This was pretty devastating for someone who primarily used javelins.

She had a wonderful laugh, bright smile and was always there for the people she cared for. Very kind person, although at times could spend more energy than she had trying to help people that were difficult to help. Loved her family a lot, and losing family members hit her hard every time.

She switched to a similar handheld spear, and continued training with that. She could still climb, and grew into quite a good hunter, and thus the ingdorè she had as an adult was from a piinyur she hunted in the jungle.

I shall write more on this later my brain peaced out teehee

[accursedkaleeshi]

Fyerri’s Last Stand

TL:DR: Here is how the rest of Fyerri’s life turned out. Stormtroopers learn the fear of god when the trees start talking. Bentilias san Sk’ar guest stars as blazing hubris.

·     11 years old when dad exploded

·     14 years old when Clone Wars ended

·     18 when Weyla disappeared

·     19 when Bryaru left planet to form her intel group (Thrummer network)

o  Worked with mom for a couple years. Got homesick

o  There was more imperial activity on Kalee than when he’d left

·     22 years old formed his own rebel cell. The name translated to Storm Sirens.

o  Initially they monitored stormtrooper activity & warned communities, hence like sirens for the storm(troopers)

o  Eventually, inconveniencing them was not working well enough & the Imperial leadership was getting cocky about it.

o  The Storm Sirens switched to straight bodying troopers at any opportunity.

o  Fyerri had come to embody the nickname his father had given him, being the main hub of many communication networks on-world. He picked this up with his mother’s dealings then, upon returning home, got Ìgira & Ayaan to teach him about comms.

o  Fyerri also had a reputation as a trooper killer. He used mainly at least one blurrg-1120 won from an imperial officer, but was pretty handy with improvised weapons. He wore decorated pieces of their armor & scavenged tech. His ingdoré was the skull of the ground commander that was part of a platoon deployed to establish a presence in Mertenzi’s home ports to the Jenuwaa Sea. He also wears Commander Stibbens’ high-viz shoulder pauldron & usually has his helmet on his person. They only know his name was Stibbens because it was written in his helmet.

·     By the time Fyerri was 28 the Imperial activity waned & had almost no presence on the planet thanks in large part to the Storm Sirens & their influence. Not that it took much sway to convince kaleesh to protect what was theirs.

o  Fyerri had been watching a straggling imperial holdout in the west’s rocky southern tip. He grew suspicious of the Empire leaving their secret-whatever-the-fuck operation without local intervention.

o  Not long after they received word that the kaleeshi colony on nearby planet Oben had been snuffed from orbit by an Imperial Star Destroyer. That was the colony settled by Bentilias san Sk’ar’s brigade shortly after he had miraculously returned from the dead. Not unlike Grievous had. From the same wreckage.

o  For months the Sheelal family had to believe all kaleesh on Oben had died. This included hunt mother Twarxii, sister & bataar to Sk’ar. Until Bryaru received reports that Sk’ar was alive & a newly minted imperial general.

·     Bryaru would come to regret telling Fyerri what had become of Sk’ar. She was just so mad. She had always shared her outrage to those around her & her first born son had always hung on every word.

o  But Fyerri had his father’s anger. He made himself sick with indignation. He obsessed over Sk’ar. He put the family in danger by feverishly searching imperial chatter without proper comm blocks. They had a bit of an intervention for him after there was a firefight at the stables & Kevanru had to crunch a man to death with his own speeder.

·     Fyerri agreed he was out of line. His solution was to strike out on his own with the most dedicated of the Storm Sirens. While Bryaru was usually the first to start a riot, she had learned a lot about what leading people meant. This time, instead of the burning glory of justice, she was met with a cold pit in her stomach. It was too dangerous. Sk’ar was a new toy, too close to the Empire’s watch. Fyerri’s small band would just be a footnote in the guard logs.

o  He could not be swayed. He wanted to make sure Sk’ar knew what he was forsaking & he was willing to tell him with his dying breath.

o  He & Jerenru were close, having been born in the same year. He gave her his helmet & told her to look after Stibbens.

o  He told Ìgira & Ayaan to watch out for everyone.

o  He told his mother it was his highest honor not to be the son of Grievous, but the son of Bryaru. Then he left.

·     Fyerri & his men spent over a year maneuvering through the outer territories where the Empire was unleashing General Sk’ar upon unsuspecting populations. It was 3 BBY & he was 30 years old when the Storm Sirens finally got the jump on Sk’ar’s fleet.

o  They sped to the next planet on his list. It took too long to convince the planet’s ambassador to believe the news of impending invasion. The people would remember their warning as altruistic but Fyerri knew that Sk’ar would make contact with the leadership first, whether to negotiate a change of guard or to make a bloody example of them.

o  So there the Storm Sirens were, on a completely foreign planet fighting alongside its foreign people against an unreasonable amount of firepower. Fyerri was good enough to scramble their ground frequencies, having held out until he was sure Sk’ar was on the surface. It was not hard to tell. Even from a klick away Bentilias san Sk’ar was an imposing tower of sheer muscle, standing nearly 10 feet tall like an obelisk of rage among his new, shiny white brigade of little men.

·     Fyerri sent one last call out to the enemy comms, demanding Sk’ar. General Sk’ar was a bit confused as to why there were kaleesh here. For him? There was barely a kamen of them with the mewling locals. What did they think they were going to achieve?

·     “General Bentilias san Sk’ar-“ Fyerri began in native kaleesh, calling out Sk’ar’s entire formal title as it had been before giving his own, “I am Fyerri Spine-of-Fire, Commander of Storm Sirens, Soldier Scorcher, & Son of Grievous. I come here to make sure you know: Though you are the Empire’s biggest dog, this path will still see you die on a leash. Just like my father before you.”

o  That was all he said before killing imperial ground comms. Sk’ar did not like that. Sheelal’s spoiled little boy wanted to play with the warriors he will die like a warrior.

o  The Storm Sirens fought ferociously even as the outcome became clear. Sk’ar’s stormtroopers had no idea what was going on. The one’s that put a couple pieces together were definitely intimidated to be fighting other kaleesh. But as with the Separatist army before them, the Empire had numbers.

·     Fyerri had taken several bolts by the time Sk’ar had steamrolled his way to the front line. Fyerri took one charged shot with his blurgg-1120 that knocked Sk’ar’s helmet askew atop his fearsome ingdoré. Sk’ar bellowed a roar & snatched the younger man up by the neck, dashing Fyerri’s mask to the ground & stepping on it.

o  “Your empty-souled family sent the crooked-tusked runt to put me in my place?” Sk’ar had rumbled in Basic, with a painfully fake sympathetic tone. Fyerri gazed unblinking into the behemoth’s blazing red eyes. Eyes he had shared with Twarxii’ma.

o  “My ancestors will accept me without shame, Uncle Benny, can you say the same?”

·     Those were Fyerri’s last words. Sk’ar snapped his neck with no effort & threw his body into the only two remaining Storm Sirens.

o  “Deliver that child home dishonored. Tell his family he failed,” Sk’ar shouted.

·     Sk’ar went on to fatally punch the ambassador & takeover his assigned planet with no further problems. He never spoke of the incident, even with prodding from higher up officers. It may well have never happened as far as the Empire was concerned.

·     The Sheelal family put their boy in their temple. His friends told them everything. They assured him he did not fail.

·     Bryaru was pissed.