Malastare, capital city Pixel, underground command center of the local resistance.
The planet's provisional government and the military commanders of the Gran and Dagg were all gathered in this exceptionally sturdy underground command center. The two species had originally fought separately, each on their own, but through Obi-Wan Kenobi's efforts, they had finally grudgingly agreed to set aside their prejudices and fight together.
That said, neither side had actually merged their forces. They still looked after their own troops.
Obi-Wan Kenobi stared at the tangled, dizzying situation displayed on the holographic battlefield map. Rubbing his forehead, he said, "All right. Yesterday, our Clone Army captured the commercial district, but the Separatist army has been constantly harassing our flanks. We need to resolve that problem. Also... where exactly did they come from?"
The Gran Grand Commander hesitated before saying, "Beneath the city, there is an extremely vast and complex network of drainage tunnels..."
Obi-Wan's expression changed. "Then those tunnels are under our control, right?"
The Gran Grand Commander and the Dagg Grand Commander exchanged glances, then lowered their heads without a word.
"All right, so if we can't get those underground tunnels under control, the Separatist army could show up anywhere in the city? Fine. Then how are they getting supplies underground?"
The Gran Grand Commander replied timidly, "They should be obtaining supplies locally... During yesterday's battle, we lost a residential district. The Separatists should be moving food and medicine from there right now..."
The Dagg Grand Commander said disdainfully, "When have you Gran ever been reliable? Don't worry! I've already sent a thousand men over there. They're fighting fiercely against the Separatists in the residential district. There should be results soon!"
Just then, the communicator rang. The Dagg Grand Commander glanced at the caller ID, smiled, and answered in a