Part 2:

It came from nowhere. After days of inaction, the Separatist threw everything at the Republic frontline trenches and though it was day, all light was eclipsed by the dirt and sand that hung in the air. The sound of artillery fire and blood curdling screams echoed through the smoke.
Farwell, surrounded by his men, fired upon the hordes of droids that came through the mist after the first bombardment. Constant blaster fire screamed over their heads like rain, it didn't matter since the trench that they made their stand gave them plenty of cover.

"Bet you're loving this, Solus?" he shouted over the sounds of war.

"This is what we live for, General."

The Jedi frowned "I wished I did."

Like an unstoppable tide, wave after wave B1 and B2 battle droids hit the besieging forces. Each wave cut down as if they were Rumble-pins. The intestacy of the attack was wearing Seth's blaster down.

"Fraaaag, don't do this to me!" he shouted as his weapon began to jam. Every time the Jedi pulled on the trigger, nothing but smoke and sparks departed from his weapon.

"Use this," said Solus as he threw a DC-15s side arm blaster at him.

Just as the fresh weapon reached the Jedi's grasp, his attention was captured by something through the Force.

"Get down!"

As the words left his mouth, the trench was hit by mortar fire. The ground shook with intestacy like never before, the sky was at its most illuminated, soldiers where thrown about. Sand, rock, blood, and fire rained down on the inhabitants of the trench.

For a few second Solus lay on his back, slightly dazed and paralyzed by a burning stinging sensation. Shrapnel pierced his suit in places; they felt like small rusted daggers against his skin, the pain was nothing new; he had been use to it since Geonosis. Blood masked his camouflaged armour. Solus didn't know if the blood was his or not, but that was an irrelevant thought and he knew it.

The clone looked up to see the battle still raging, fresh troops reinforcing the breach. What they were reinforcing looked more like a mass open grave than a trench, dead clones, and torn limbs everywhere. The dead resembled grotesque pieces of art to Solus, and the ones that could still move looked no better.
He took some sick pleasure at seeing his fallen brethren; he didn't and wouldn't mourn their deaths like his brothers would.

"A few less of me, in the universe" Solus thought.

He caught a glimpse of his commanding officer, just as a doc arrived to tend after his wounds. If the medic wasn't blocking his view, it was still hard to make out how the young Jedi was holding up through the haze. Solus called out to him but his own voice was not audible, He couldn't even hear the medic speaking either.
Pulling himself upright, the clone tried to reach out to Farwell. But there was no way he could have; the Jedi lead a spontaneous charge into no man's land.

Somehow he was still standing. Somehow he was still alive. Shock etched on his face, Seth Farwell stood knee deep in dead troopers. The sight of it brought back painful memories of past battles on countless other words. His hand went straight to his mouth to stop himself vomiting. After all this time he still wasn't use to the sight of the dead, at least not on this brutal scale. The Jedi stood for what felt like a lifetime finding it hard to look away because when he did, he was bombarded with more ghastly images.
Snapping out of it for a second, Seth remembered his new brother in arms but was reluctant to use the force to search for Solus but he managed to spot the Lieutenant some way down the trench, he didn't seem to happy being harassed by the medic.

As he led the reinforcements to the breach, a Clone Sergeant shouted "General, get down!" The trooper wasn't ordering the Jedi, but shouting out of concern for his commanding officer.
"Sir, if you stand there any longer, you'll get yourself killed." The sergeant paused next to Seth, and looked at him funny "Are you alright, Sir?"

"I'm," Farwell struggled to get his words out "fine."

There was a sick, wet, thud. The clone's head whipped backwards before his body slumped to the ground.
Seth Farwell simply looked down at yet another dead clone, unaffected. He stood still for a few moments longer, his right fist slowly tighten as the rage within him became too hard to suppress.

"There is no emotion, there is peace. he repeated over and over in his head. Little soothing as the fire storm that engulfing him from within.

The Jedi Knight turned to face the next wave of droids, and let out a mighty bellow that almost drowned out the sound of fighting "Let's go!"
His lightsaber was in his hands and activated even before he could think about it, and before he could reconsider Farwell furled himself into the battle field shouting "Charge!"