Count Dooku had brought countless more battalions to the planet of Felucia than the Republic's
intel had predicted, much to Anakin Skywalker's dismay. Currently, they were more than 100km
away from the nearest outpost, outnumbered by the Separatist forces, pinning the Clones to their
cover.
"Master Obi-wan, we need to do something before the droids pick us off. Any suggestions?"
Obi-wan glanced to Rex, firing off beside him, then back to Anakin's position just ahead of them.
"Not at the moment. Reinforcements are another two days away. Unless you can figure something
out, we may have to retreat. Either way, we are going to suffer heavy casualties."
"We've been here for three months. Heavy casualties isn't anything new right now," Anakin
mused.
"Sir, I can't see the end of them," Echo reported. "These clankers just keep coming."
Skywalker wished he could just have a showdown with Grievous and Dooku right now, just to
get this over with. As his impatience overwhelmed what plans he was trying to conjure, Anakin
felt something strange in the Force, and it was moving closer.
"Anakin, did you feel that?" Obi-wan answered the 'Am I just going crazy' question.
"Yeah, what was that? I've never experienced anything like it."
A clone nearby screamed out his death, shot by the nearing droids, tearing Anakin out of his
thoughts. "They're closing in quick! Got a plan yet?"
"I'm working on it," Obi-wan snapped as two more clones fell next to him.
"General Kenobi, what do you suppose that is?" Fives called pointing out a nearby tree.
He searched for what the ARC trooper could mean when Obi-wan spotted it, a hooded figure in
the tree. Well, there are indigenous beings with sentience, including the Jungle Felucians. But this
one didn't quite look Felucian. Hopefully it was only a bystander with enough sense to run away
from the blasters. Kenobi's attention was pulled back to the battle at hand as ten Commando droids
made their way towards the center of the battle field.
"Anakin, you see them, right?"
One managed to make it past a few clones, leaping for Skywalker. "Yes, Obi-wan," Anakin said
as he dodged their first attack, pulling out his lightsaber, "I see them very well!"
Obi-wan made his way over to the Jedi Knight, blasts barely missing him, and started his own
attack on the Commandos. Some of the shooting had died down as the two faced off. The Jedi
could hold off the Commandos, even managed to put a few out of commission, but Obi-wan felt
the shift in the Force and glanced back at the tree Fives had pointed out. The figure was no longer
there.
"Master!"
Too late. Obi-wan hit the ground hard, rolling to a stop. A droid had taken advantage of the
distraction and now stood over the Jedi, lightsaber a ways away. Anakin, to his credit, tried to run
over, but the droids had seized the opportunity and taken a position between the two Jedi, creating
a blockade. Obi-wan looked up at the Commando, lowering the blaster even with his temple, and
closed his eyes.
The telltale vwoosh sounded above Kenobi and he glanced up in time to see the Commando's top
half slide off the body.
Behind the severed body of the droid, the figure straightened up, clothed in black and neutral
colors. The face was covered so only startling blue eyes were visible. But the most disconcerting
thing about the being standing before Kenobi was that they were holding two lightsabers. One
green and one...red.