STAR WARS

THE CLONE WARS

REINCARNATE

THE GALAXY IS IN TURMOIL! THE SEPARATIST ALLIANCE

HAS DECLARED WAR AGAINST THE GALACTIC REPUBLIC!

THE JEDI ARE STRETCHED THIN, COMMANDING THE

GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC, AS GENERALS IN THIS

INTERGALACTIC CONFLICT. OBI-WAN KENOBI AND HIS

FORMER APPRENTICE, ANAKIN SKYWALKER, HAVE TRAVELED

THROUGHOUT THE OUTER RIM, TAKING THE CIS FORCES

HEAD ON. OBI-WAN'S NEW APPRENTICE, VAREN KRYZE,

HAS TAKEN COMMAND OF A SQUAD OF CLONE TROOPERS

FROM THE 212TH ATTACK BATTALION, AND IS ASSISTING HIS

MASTER IN THE SIEGE OF THE WORLD OF ORD TRASI. AS THE

BATTLE FOR GALACTIC DOMINANCE SURGES ONWARD, AN

ANCIENT THREAT LURKS IN THE SHADOWS OF WAR...

Varen Kryze knocked the droid out of the way, breathing heavily. He had been fighting for the past six hours, trying to push the CIS' left flank back. He felt half dead, and his lower right rib cage was burnt from blaster fire. He had to push his squad of forty-three clone troopers to keep going, they were all exhausted. The squad had originally consisted of sixty men, and they had lost seventeen already. They were on a plain, surrounded by mountains on the lush world of Ord Trasi.

His second in command, Lieutenant Halves, moved forward while firing his blaster at the enemy lines. He stopped beside Varen to relay information.

"Sir! Droids have been pressing in on Commander Tano's forces!"

Frustration swelled in Varen's chest. Ahsoka, Varen's best friend, was the padawan of Anakin Skywalker, his own master's former student. Varen had served alongside her for the past year of the Clone Wars, and the two had learned to work together through grueling battles and hair raising dogfights.

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he responded to his subordinate.

"Once our objective is complete we can assist her! But we can't spare any men right now!"

"Yes sir!" Came the exhausted reply.

The lieutenant moved forward, peppering the CIS with more fire. Varen pressed forward as well, deflecting blaster fire from battle droids and launching them back into enemy lines. Leaping over the cluster of mechanical soldiers, he spun in midair, cutting down several droids as he landed. He ran through a group of droids, flourishing his lightsaber as he demolished droid after droid.

The squad mowed down an innumerable amount of droids as they moved, littering the ground with oil and severed bits of droid. The conflict pushed them to the right flank, and they slowly made their way to Ahsoka and her squad.

"Well it's about time!" Ahsoka grunted as she kicked a droid aside and cut into an SBD.

Varen moved to her left, cutting through a line of droids. "Yeah, we got caught up on the left flank, they put up more resistance than initially expected."

"How do you get into this much trouble?" She cut down another droid.

"You're the one who got pinned!" Varen plunged his saber into a droid, and sliced through another as he pulled his saber from the first. Casting a serious look in his fellow padawan's direction.

"What are you thinking?" Ahsoka asked, glancing in his direction. "You have that look again."

"What we need is a surgical strike, a stream of destruction to melt their forces down to a pulp."

"Well?" She inquired.

As soon as the word left Ahsoka's mouth, Varen began ordering his troops to move.

"Form a line!" Varen yelled to the troops, "Heavy gunners on the front, troopers behind, shoot between shoulders! Move quickly!"

The troops sprinted into position, effectively forming a concrete wall of defense. Varen and ahsoka led the charge, the troopers mowing down wave after wave of droids, cutting them off from the main group. They boxed them in, pushing them in against the mountain range and quickly suppressing the hordes of droids with copious amounts of blaster fire.

As the battle raged on, the number of droids dropped, until it dwindled at a couple hundred in the whole battalion. Varen swung his lightsaber through several SBDs (Super Battle Droids) and cut down every other malicious machine he saw. As reinforcements from the carriers overwhelmed the CIS' mechanical soldiers and brought the battle to a close, Anakin and Obi-Wan Joined Ahsoka and Varen in tearing through the remnant CIS. As the last droid was destroyed, the four jedi sat down by a gunship, physically and mentally exhausted from the battle.

"I think I won this time snips," Anakin chuckled, "Eighty-nine kills in total."

"If this is a contest," Obi-Wan interjected, "Ninety seven." He said with a smirk.

Ahsoka laughed "One hundred and three." She stated.

Varen laughed, his head propped up by a crate.

"What's so funny?" Anakin inquired.

Varen turned to face the three, his face a broad smile. "I have one hundred and twenty-two consecutive kills, not including the ones from my squad."

Anakin laughed. "Well then," He stood, followed by Obi-Wan. " It looks like we have a winner."

Anakin and Ahsoka walked off to their own battalion, while Obi-Wan and Varen stepped into the gunship. As the ship took off, Varen looked out over the battle worn landscape of the plains of Ord Trasi. The world was arid and cool, and mountains surrounded the plains.

Now they were peppered with wreckage and blast marks.

Varen turned back to his master, disgusted with the destruction he had helped to bring to the once beautiful planet.

Obi-wan frowned at his student's expression.

"What is bothering you, my Padawan?" His master inquired.

Varen sighed, shaking his head. "We have been fighting for three years master, the whole outer rim is being torn apart, and for what? What do these separatists have to gain from this? What could this possibly fix?"

Varen was overcome with mixed emotions, his heart dismayed by the lives lost, and this world fought over, only to be stripped of resources. The world of Ord Trasi was a beautiful world. With lush plains and forested mountains, it was the perfect home. But instead of fighting for the good of the world, for the homes of innocents, it was to be used for resources to fuel an already blazing war.

"My dear apprentice, I only wish I knew," Obi-wan sighed. "These are desperate times, which calls for desperate acts. We can only hope that the galaxy will recover, that we will move forward to peaceful times. But we must focus on the present, though mindful of whatever may come in the future."

"But what of those in the past, those we have lost? Do they become obsolete? Would we forget those who have laid down their lives?" Varen asked, his voice softening.

"Varen-" Obi-wan closed his eyes. "We will not forget. Alright?" He opened his eyes and looked at his apprentice. "We will honor those who have passed, and we will move forward, without falter."

Obi-wan looked away, eyes taking in the landscape, sadness furrowing his brow.

Varen sighed, silencing his thoughts.

The fifteen year-old mandalorian stood somewhere around 6 feet tall, with dark hair and icy blue eyes.

He was athletic in build, broad shouldered and lean. He wore a simple tunic, with gauntlets covering his forearms. His hair was longer than most padawans, as it hung around his ears, and his bangs hid some of his brow.

As the gunship's doors sealed, the atmospheric control kicked in and the ship broke free of the planet's orbit. The gunship slowed, making a bee-line for The Negotiator, Obi-wan's flagship.

The gunship glided through the pressure field of The Negotiator's hangar, depressurising to adapt the troops to the atmosphere of the venator class assault ship. The doors to the ship slid open, allowing the two Jedi to step out into the bright light of cruiser's bay. Obi-wan's comm let out a shrill sound, signaling an incoming transmission.

"Well my padawan, I must answer this. Go clean up, and get some food."

"Yes master," Varen replied, "Don't exhaust yourself." He warned the elder Jedi.

"Of course, Be safe." Obi-wan bid him farewell, and left the bay.

Varen began walking towards his quarters, a thoughtful expression on his face.

A/N

Hello fellow Fanatics! I Have updated this year old Fic, It had too many continuity errors, but i am back! I should be updating weekly now, and I hope that the fickle and short tempered fanbase that we have- *Dodges various weapons and attacks* - doesn't kill me for my idiocy. Thanks loyal fans! *Cricket noises*

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