A blast rocked the dry scrubland surrounding the CIS fort. B-1 Battle droids squeezed off rounds with surgical precision, targeting the advancing Republic Artillery. Swarms of Vulture droids, Tri-Fighters, Y-wing bombers, LAATs, and attack shuttles fought it out over the heads of the infantry. And high above in space, CIS cruisers attacked the Venator class Republic ships.
The battle was heating up.
Exotically beautiful, Luminara Unduli sliced her way through battle droids with grace and ease, letting the Force guide her body, knowing when to parry, feign, and attack.
Some part of her missed the help of her old Padawan, Barriss Offee. With their attacks in tandem, they were an unstoppable team. But she was away on a mission to heal injured troopers near Mon Calamari.
She was on her own.
But she was perfectly capable by herself.
Suddenly, her com-link activated. Hoping it was good news, she listened in.
"General, package delivered."
She almost whooped with joy. "Very good Captain. Contact Kit Fisto and spread the word."
"Yes, sir."
The line went dead.
She sliced on through swaths of battle droids, trying to ignore the stench of burning metal and tissue that was slowly accumulating. The dust began to cloud her vision. She blinked dust off her blue eyes and fought on.
There was an unmistakable battle cry somewhere farther away. She risked a glance to her right.
Tentacles flying like an acklay in a metal-shredder and lightsaber flashing like a bolt of green lightening, Kit Fisto telekinetically threw a Spider-droid into an approaching tank.
"What kept you," she yelled above the din of the brawl.
"A rather resilient crab-droid." he responded, grinning in his usual style. He paused to Force-punch a battle droid, sending it caroming into its allies, and slice the arms off a B-2 before slicing it in half. "I heard our surprise package was delivered."
"Yes," she grinned. "The droids will be quite surprised."
"And the plan for us is…"
"Stay here until they can deactivate the shields."
Kit stared at her as if she had grown a second head. "Are you serious? The most cunning strategist of the Order told us to fight it out with us outnumbered five-to-one?"
Luminara grimaced in assent as she telekinetically launched a droideka through the side of a spider-walker. She didn't quite believe it herself. "We'll have to trust her."
The Nautolan frowned. "For her sake, I hope so. If I die, whatever is left of me, is going to throttle her."
And he was gone in a puff of dust.
She continued to slice her way through the droids, savoring their cries for help.
Her com-link again crackled to life in her ear. "General, the shield is too strong for us to breach. Should I order an analysis?"
"No, Commander Gree," she responded, parrying a bolt with ease and slicing through a battle droid at the same time. "Lets just keep them occupied until our friends have broken in."
"As you wish general. Gree out."
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the ground. Master Unduli was blown off her feet with a cry of agony. Clones screamed their last as the immolation spread. It seemed the Seperatists were rallying.
Determining that she still was holding her lightsaber, the Mirialan stood, and joined in the fray.
Shaak, she called into the Force, hurry!
