Hello everyone and welcome back to a new chapter.

It's been awhile since September when I last updated this story, I was so busy that I couldn't get to writing out a new chapter. With what Free Man Writer and Jebest have been doing with Infinite Wars recently gave me the reason to get a new chapter out and what's to come in Infinite wars.

Huge thanks to urbinazation for helping me put this chapter together.

Without further ado, I hope you all enjoy.

Concentrate. Focus on the surroundings. Lend your ears to the dribble of the footsteps. Allow your nose to take in the scents of what is near you. Listen carefully, but not too intently; be yourself.

That's how Jedi Master Rahm Kota handled everything, and how he held his head up when the world felt like a pool of water he was drowning in.

The old man sat against the ship's floor with his legs crossed and his hands folded against the points of his shoes. His body was hunched over, and slow exhales left his body; Kota kept himself as composed as he possibly could in times like this. He needed every inconvenience that plagued his head purged, because equilibrium was important for the nature of the mission he received.

It felt like only yesterday that he had become a General of the Grand Army during the time the galaxy needed him the most; in the midst of his temporary leisure, the man had received word from an old war friend who now worked for the Republic Intelligence. And though he would much rather talk to him on better terms, he knew for a fact that there were rarely ever breaks in his jobs at times like this.

If nothing else, Kota was just happy that he grew from fighting as allies during a homeland's civil war to something bigger. Better. That friend now contributed to a cause that was even greater than he imagined.

Reminiscing aside, it was said that the Intelligence had located a secret droid facility on the forest moon, Suru; a variety of mechanical remnants as well as full blown bots were found at the scene alongside many others. There were rumors of tests being conducted in the area in hopes that the experimental battle droids would be primed and readied for integration with the Separatist Army.

And though it sounded like a walk in the park, the information Kota received quickly pointed out that it wouldn't be the case; it's not like it bothered him too much, though. There was no mission too risky or dangerous for the Jedi Master to simply refuse.

He had a well-trained militia, and he always felt like he had the authority to command and strategize as needed.

It's not like Kota wanted to dance with death every time he went to complete a task, but it's just how his life ended up from the beginning to now. No matter where he'd go no matter what he'd do, he was always met with blood on his hands, his weapons, or on the ground surrounding him. War was a touchy topic that caused him grief at the end of the day, but he would never show it to the others that admired him near and far.

It all started when he was a kid when he was just a drop of water in the sea.

He could never remember the planet's name (if it ever had one), but he could always remember that he wasn't even ten before he found himself nearly sliced in half or gunned down. He deftly dodged with ease though he couldn't say much about many of his peers in the long run.

He fought alongside them all and pulled as many punches as they did, and old Kota never realized how quick life could change when the renowned Master Mace Windu had arrived on the planet in hopes of negotiating a peace treaty of sorts.

They had become fast friends as time passed, and it wasn't long before Windu escorted him back to Coruscant to shape what he knew and to build it into something greater.

It was thanks to the man that he gained the courage to press on and become who he was today.

It was a rocky start at first; there were many eyes on him because of his age and his haphazard upbringing, but Kota proved himself worthy enough to the Jedi Order to the point where Master Yoda himself trained him. He ascended the ranks to the status of a Knight, and though his opinions were often odd and shrouded in mystery there wasn't a single soul in the galaxy who could say he wasn't loyal to the Order by any means.

The man accomplished much in his life, and always set out to accomplish more. He not only took his own Padawan under his wing once upon a time, but he crowd-sourced his own militia through old friends he had come into contact with. Three or four voices became tens of hundreds. It wasn't as large as many of the others by any means, but it was clear that they had all come together for a particular goal.

It did not matter if they were poor, if they were mercenaries, or even if they were prisoners of war. He recruited anyone and everyone able, and though initially outrageous they had proven time and time again that they were worthy enough to follow through any and every task that they were given.

And so there they all were temporarily residing on and around a well-hidden cave until the time to strike was right. Kota's meditation had drudged up memories he never wanted to come back, but if it helped to ground him in the midst of battle then the man would do all that he could to digest and learn from his past for a brighter future.

And just as Kota felt that he was at true equilibrium, the Jedi Master was snapped out of his thoughts by one of his men and a female Antarian Ranger dressed up in her standard brown and blue.

She herself bowed while his ally saluted, and all he needed to do was nod to let his comrades know that it was okay to speak whenever they were ready.

"Master Kota, I bring Captain Cassami Roshot back from her scouting mission!" The man's voice was stern. Unwavering. "She has an update on the current situation at hand, and requested to speak to you immediately."

"Very well," Kota stood from his position and placed his hands behind his back, "you may go, soldier. I will speak to Captain Roshot on my own."

"Sir." He never needed to repeat himself; his faith in his fighters was more than enough for them all to stick together, and it was that same faith that reminded the man that he had never made a mistake when he picked and chose his men.

Antarian Rangers were special in their own way; they never used the Force to defend themselves, nor did they ever fear a Jedi's power. Historically speaking, they were always the type to support the Order in their times of need and the tasks were always something that the authority never seemed to have the people for.

They did the "dirty work," but not the dirty work. They were never on the frontlines unless the bodies were needed, and instead focused on doing a variety of tasks from intelligence to investigations. They were Padawan-lites when it came to their fields of work, and there were various ranks the paramilitary troopers could go through to be recognized for dedicated contribution in difficult trials and tribulations.

The Rangers were heavily vetted and not just anyone could get in, but if they had the fortitude to pursue the role then each troop would always find themselves in at least one situation where they were face to face with one of the Order's disciples. It was a symbiotic relationship that would fill the ancient texts time and time again.

Cassami or Cass for short was just one of the many militiamen that was loyal to her tasks and knew many ways of accomplishing tasks. She was the one in charge of the Strike Force team on Suru, and was a veteran that worked alongside Kota for ages. If formalities had to be given, she was Kota's second-in-command; she did not only make sure that every objective she was set to complete was done with perfection, but she also came up with different plans and emergency tactics to ensure that the job was done come what may.

As professional as the woman was, she was also a bit of a joker and a lot laxer around Master Kota than she was around anyone else. She kept this formal facade up in front of his troops, and threw it to the wind the moment they left.

Cass couldn't help the small smirk on her face. It was the same one she wore whenever she felt like something good happened in the midst of her day.

"Master Kota, the scouts have successfully gotten the full scope of the enemy base. You'll be rather pleased with the amount of detail put into it."

"Oh?" The Jedi Master gave her a slow nod, "go ahead, then. Show me what you've found."

Cass, after she proudly pounded her chest, took out the hologram from her pocket and placed it down. She gave it some time to boot up, and it wasn't long before a largely detailed hologram of the droid's facility appeared before both sets of eyes.

From first glance, Kota saw tons and tons of enemy turrets patrolling and protecting the facility while ground forces were made up of various types of Droids; was it overkill or was it all to keep a certain project confidential? The amount of B2s, Droidekas, Commandos, and even MagnaGuards seemed to be a bit too much considering the place looked like it was hiding in the middle of nowhere.

As Kota thumbed his chin, Cass took this moment to continue talking about the ins and outs of what she discovered.

"Security is very tight, as you can tell. It's not only protected by all those wacky goons but a shield surrounds it, too. It's as if they're trying to prevent any kind of orbital bombardment of sorts from taking the place down."

"Well, then. Whatever they must be building is well worth the amount of security they put in."

"No kidding. None of my team found any B1 droids on sight, either. Whatever they're hiding, they're making damn sure that there isn't a single suspect thing sitting out in the open on it." She shrugged. "It… does seem a little excessive, though."

Kota was quick to touch on another point of the conversation. "What else have you found? Were there any other odd details that looked like they were just sticking out?"

"Well once we detected the shield, I didn't hesitate to send a squadron out to locate where it was being powered. We were able to find it, pretty quick," the Antarian Ranger smiled, "Just say the word, boss. You look like you're thinking about a way to take care of this, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure your plan comes to fruition."

"Oh, I've got one, alright." He smiled in turn; it was very rare to see the man have such a soft disposition when he was planning his attacks like this, "We'll split into two groups. I'm going to need you to use your Rangers to set charges on the Shield Generator and blow it up. In doing so, it should if I'm correct set off the Droid Facility alarms and send reinforcements to the generator."

Cass was interested. She crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes as she listened.

"If you're wondering why I'm suggesting this, it is because the Rangers can act as a distraction and take on the small set of Separatist forces that are stationed there. Can you get a Fleet going to send in air support as well?"

"Oh, for sure! What are your plans to take action then, Master Kota?"

"I'll be taking my militia and engaging in a direct assault on the facility. We will gather enemy intel while we're there, and blow up the facility by the time we're finished with it."

"That's a bit risky, but what the hey? You seem to know what you're doing and you look like you've had a fair share of your own crazy plans in the past," She bowed before the Jedi Master, "you can count on my support through all of this."

"Good. Captain Cass, go and fetch the others. I'm going to brief everyone on what we're doing, and we're going to set out as soon as everything is prepared."

"You got it!" The female Ranger had a little kick to her step when she left, but that's just how she was. Kota couldn't doubt her now, and she seemed as ready as ever to help him carry out this wild and (potentially) disastrous plan he held in his hands.

...

Everyone was in position by the time they had set out to the facility in question.

Captain Cass had her Rangers surround the premises with a little bit of stealth involved, and there was an aircraft in the distance that could come up for full-frontal support at any time. She had a handful of helpful men and women just waiting for the chance to jump, but the glint in her eyes as they darted around the building made it abundantly clear that she was just waiting for the right time to strike.

They had utilized the forces to take out a small security station that sat nearby, but it wasn't anything a group of three or four couldn't handle.

In this same moment, Kota and his men were also in position. There were a couple of his snipers acting as his overwatch, and they cleanly aimed the reticle into the set position they were supposed to. None of them were really expecting to get caught on the outside but the opportunity was present. Taking extra precautions so that they could immediately take down whatever could potentially spot them was the perfect hard read method to situations like these.

Cass' team was just in the middle of setting the Shield Generator's charge parameters, and were quick to send a message to the Jedi Master's squadron the moment she felt everyone was prepared.

"Alright, boss! Everything's ready to go, just say the word!"

Ever energetic as ever, it seemed. Well, he'd let the girl have his fun; youth was such a fickle concept, after all.

"Go ahead. Everyone in my parameter is at a safe distance."

She shouted at her team to trigger the charges, and everyone in the area felt the temperature in the area rise before the shield generator blew into bits.

Shouts and utterances of sheer panic flooded the room as expected. One of the Droids triggered the alarm, while another commanded each and every footman they could find to the direction of the scene. Cass pulled out her rifle and slung it over her shoulder.

"Get ready to move, everyone! We've got a bunch of angry boltbuckets coming our direction!"

Her team cheered at her outcry, and it wasn't long before they aimed and fired their rifles around the area, too.

What's going on? cried out a voice in the Geonosian tongue.

While Cass and Kota were making the rounds in the Droids' stomping grounds, several of those "angry boltbuckets" were doing what they could to hold down the fort.

A T-Series Tactical Droid was frantically using his resources to analyze the situation as he spoke in front of a hologram that was in usage of a humanoid every robot in that area knew as Gizor Dellso.

The engineer wasn't very pleased, but his hopes weren't trashed just yet. He was well aware that the area could have been infiltrated at any time, it was just the fact that it came so quickly that shocked him. His plans were for his secret project to have a first prototype soon, and the two of them had discussed the prospects and the benefits of the blueprints coming to full fruition. Had the alarm not rang, and the area shook to its core, they'd continue their discussions on that.

Instead, not only was Gizor unamused but the fact that the main droid he came to was now in a panic only set a little bit of anger off at his core. He merely watched a Commando Droid sprinted into the base to talk to the Tactical one.

"Status report." The tactical said.

"The Shield Generator is offline! Sources indicate that it suffered a massive outage all of a sudden."

"Figures. Sir, I apologize I need to attend to this matter. We will continue our discussion about this another time."

"Very well." Gizor was cordial, but he wasn't in any way pleased with the concept of doing so.

The droid had shut off all communications before he called a probe droid, to be exact. It wasted no time in showing off the minor attack force that had the audacity to take down the gadget while they weren't paying attention.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and ordered an assault force to charge towards the group and make them pay.

…

From the start, everything seemed okay on Kota's end.

When he said that he was engaging in a "direct assault" on the building, he wasn't expecting for it to go as simple as it did. In one moment, he saw a slew of droids chasing after him with weapons of varying degrees and the next moment they had cut them all down. Whenever he got to a part of the facility where a door prohibited them from stepping any further, his militiamen got together to take a couple of steps back before they slammed forward. Each entry was either broken down, pried open, or attacked with some form of weaponry and each Droid that went into combat ended up sliced in half by the time they were able to react.

The Master Jedi heard another set of footsteps trampling down the same direction they attacked from, and got his men to hide behind a nearby wall. It was about two to three battle droids that seemed to panic at going from one pristine clean room to another that was filled with cracks in the floor and holes in the walls.

"Ugh! Where did they go?" One of them cried as he fired around in the air. "There is absolutely no way they could've gotten out of the area that fast!"

"They've gotta be hiding in one of the rooms. Quickly, the hallway to the left seems the perfect opportunity to escape through," another droid was already running before they could respond, "all the other teams are occupied trying to restore the Generator. We cannot disappoint Dellso!"

Their frequent pitter-patter footsteps soon faded in the distance, and it was then that Kota turned back to his men and gave them a brief nod.

"It looks like everyone here isn't sure of where their priorities are supposed to be. That's more than enough to work with, you lot!" He reached for his communicator to signal towards the rest of the group, namely the one that was manning an AV-7 Antivehicle Cannon, "Sector A, status!"

"All clear, Master Kota. Give us the word!"

"Aim the thing towards the very center of the building! The Rangers should have done all they could to initiate a retreat, so firing off in the area shouldn't pose any threats as we get rid of the turrets nearby!"

"On it, sir!"

A loud boom resounded in the area, and that along with various electrical zaps from broken wiring and debris was more than enough for the group to work on going forward.

"Men, prepare yourself! We're charging into the base, and we're not letting up without a fight, you hear me?!"

"Yes, Master Kota!" Each and every one of them rallied in unison over their comm systems before they got to work.

Foot by foot, shot by shot every single militiaman involved in the mission got the job done in the best ways possible.

Kota had taken note of the potential B2 Battle Droids that were bound to come crawling like spiders, but he should have realized that they would be gunning them down with some of the prototype Droidekas in the area, too. It wasn't too dangerous by any means; most of the men slipped by them unscathed and were able to knock them out in a single hit or two.

The issue was that it was an inconvenience, and although Kota wanted to save heavy artillery for later they would have to pull out the big guns to efficiently remove and take care of enemy forces before they proceeded any further.

When they weren't using heavy weapons, they utilized thermal detonators they threw without much caution into the wind. It worked long enough to eradicate each and every hunk of metal that trashed the territory though.

It grew quiet a little too quiet. And while Kota was sure he blasted through most of the forces, it was too early to tell if everything really was fine for the rest of their mission. He couldn't just stand around and gawk.

"Alright. Effective immediately, I'm splitting you all into three groups: A will remain the same, while B and C will be entirely new and even," it wasn't often for the Master Jedi to be as tactful as he was, but he had to be from here on out, "A and B will cover the remaining hallways and ensure that the remaining droids are beaten to a pulp. C will take care of the Rangers; your priority is to make sure that they're safe and sound. Am I clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Well? Get going, then! We will meet outside when everything is said and done. I will make sure to contact you all when this place is about to blow."

They all got into formation and went their separate ways. Kota wasn't sure why, but there was something in his gut that told him retrieving the information wasn't going to be as easy as it sounded.

…

The Tactical Droid had to admit: Kota was quick to catch his attention both by how he was capable of taking down the entire area, but also by the fact that this wasn't any old Clone Force coming out of the woodwork to take care of business.

No, if anything, seeing a conventional force led by a Jedi was like a mythic legend happening before his very eyes. He was always under the impression that those buffoons were stiff and only held up traditional practices for the sake of maintaining order.

He decided not to waste any time debating on what to do, though; he sent some of his last few Commandos and MagnaGuards to the scene knowing full well they wouldn't last too long in battle. They'd be eradicated in seconds. They wouldn't get another chance to lead themselves to victory.

The Tactical Droid made haste to the command room, the one room he knew for a fact that any other formation outside of Kota's current location wouldn't be able to get there unless they knew their way around the area. He had hoped that he could secure the data before the Master Jedi made his grand appearance, but...

Well. Bolt debris flew across the room, and the metal melted at the sensation of the lightsaber dancing against its body. Seconds later, and the Droid's remaining men went the same way too.

"Good eye, soldier," the Jedi Master gave the girl a small pat on her back, "how were you able to tell that he was the one in charge of it all?"

"He had held some sort of weird chip in his hand, but it looks like we've denoted it," the timid girl spoke out, "I think he was gonna try to wipe the systems knowing full well that we were going to come looking for the information we need."

"A victory for us, a shame for him. Come on, grab your friend and let's get to work extracting the information."

Three sets of people were now in the process of obtaining all the logs available: it was this girl and her counterpart, the engineers of the group, and Master Kota himself. The two girls were well-versed in computers to the point that they were practically hackers. They were able to solve codes, bypass AI identification measures, and could overall tell a person how to fudge numbers using strings of number generation and pure math calculation. And while accessing the mainframe wasn't as complicated as it looked, it was kind of a hassle to have to disable the password keycode after they had spent several minutes longer on unlocking it the first time.

The engineers, meanwhile, were split up into separate divisions in the area. Ones were walking across the building to set their own detonation timers and devices while the others extracted codes and patch files that would allow them to get through just about anyone with anything. Once they were able to locate and open the files, Kota took the initiative to decipher them. Sure he was fully capable of doing most of what everyone else was, but a lot of them also couldn't read outside of literature or short stories. Some of it was in a language different from one another (Geonosian, it seemed), while other bits and bobbles spoke about the crisis in the areas in the common language.

At first, it seemed like nothing special; the files contained bare minimum blueprints of the weapons, the droids and the objectives, but when Kota saw a hidden file on the bottom left he knew for a fact that he located the information he was looking for.

He wanted to do a little celebratory sneer, but people were around and he was supposed to be a role model for the entire Order. He would just have to do it when the rest of the people weren't watching.

The engineer pulled up even more information and called the machine in question the B2 Grapple Droid, and the graphic alone made the Jedi's eyes widen.

It wasn't too different from the others, but its larger size made it easier for the creature to carry weapons, armor, and other nifty things onto the battlefield. Instead of having hands, it had pincers that were similar to scorpions and other mutated sea life. Further analysis and it was clear that the only reason it carried unconventional, electrical pincers was so it could crush and impale anyone who might have stood in their way. Talk about cruel and unusual.

"By the Force, we've hit the jackpot..." The Jedi Master flipped through some of the notes on a nearby desk. Maybe he could find some more information?

"The Grapplers were better at handling close-quarters, hand-to-hand combat than any other Droid that we've had in this era," one of the girls exclaimed, "do you know how much power these fools could have if they utilized them in a formulaic way? They could devastate an entire city like this!"

"The fact that you can use them to crush any sort of wall barricade is... also something I'm kind of interested in," Kota hummed. "Anything else we're missing?"

"Well, they'd kick a Jedi's behind if they weren't aware."

"...Besides that, soldier." He was glad that he had hired the more efficient interns, but he really needed to teach them some respect and manners at some point.

"Sorry, Master Kota ignore them," the head engineer came over to his computer and switched the screens to an image of General Grievous and a Geonosian that he hadn't really seen before, "this is the information you're probably looking for, is it not?"

Kota's eyes widened. He slumped back in the nearby computer chair. "Do tell."

"According to some of the notes in the schematics, the General and this Geonosian by the name of Gizor Dellso personally looked into this Droid's creation. The parts that they planned on using, alongside the programming that we could muster out of the system, proved that it wasn't an organic way of handling a Droid by any means."

"That explains why the Separatists were hiding it, huh..?"

"Correct and that's not all. If we allow this facility to stay any longer, they intend to release an even stronger version of the droid. It's red, and can hypothetically send high-frequency energy blasts against the ground towards their respective target. He doesn't plan on taking us down in the least painful way possible."

Kota pursed his lips. The way that he attacked the facility was relatively minor in comparison to what Grievous and his cronies could do. They were gonna pull all stops, and the Jedi Order as much as it would typically be considered a last resort would have to consider doing the same.

The man stood up from his chair and cleared his throat. He nodded towards the engineer.

"Good work. Do me a favor, and wipe the systems after you've extracted every single file, network, and sliver of information you can find on these computers. Disrupt any other programs trying to do the same. We only have a matter of time before I decide to blow this place into non-existence and relay every little bit of information we've received today from the others.

"You got it!"

The older man sighed as he stepped away from the scene. He knew for a fact that the wars were not going to be clean, nor did he believe they could end in simple negotiations and talks. The time for that had passed. It was the fact that the enemies were willing to go through all sorts of slimy ways to make sure that the upcoming battles would only fall into their hands.

He even genuinely considered using the blueprints for themselves, but how different would they be? No. They will look into the information later, grab the theories and ideas they can reach from it, and decide on how to handle the situation from there…

Kota's second squadron spent the rest of their time focusing on calibration charges to what little they could control of the Shield Generator before they decided to detonate the place. By futzing with the fuses, there was a 100 percent guarantee that no information would be left behind, but they needed to make sure that everyone was out of the building before they triggered its reactor again.

The Master Jedi took his time in evacuating everyone out of the room though the biggest dilemma came up when he ended up meeting Cass and the remainder of her Rangers not long after.

The dilemma, in this case, revolved around the men and women that were strung across the room during the battle. For the most part, Captain Cass relayed that they had fended off the enemy just fine. Nothing was really going on, and they were under the impression that they were winning the battle up until some higher forces came in and curbstomped the lot of them. While her remaining team were able to take them down before they depleted their resources, they took a lot of bodies with them, too. Those bodies belonged to many families and friends; it was a natural tradition to have a proper burial for all of them, but how were they supposed to carry all of them out before the building went off.

Though it devastated the Captain, she was also not unreasonable. She knew sacrifices had to be made, and decided for the sake of the survivors it would be good to get them out of here and take out this place so that it was officially off the radar. The denotation was triggered, the remaining Rangers soldiers scrambled out, and pretty soon the once large hunk of grey and brown rusted and imploded into nothing but metal fragments.

There was something beautiful about it, but neither of them could really put their finger on why it appeared this way. Perhaps they could discuss it at a later time when the chaos was all said and done.

The two of them found themselves in the remaining wreckage picking apart the burned bodies and deteriorated droids for anything that might have been useful. As hard as it was, Cass took this moment to actually pep up the conversation a little bit. Just a little.

"I've gotta admit to those Droids: they really knew how to handle the technology that was given to them," Kota knew that she was just trying to be as cheery as possible, but the wavering in her voice was too obvious, "I wonder how many of the engineers took some of these scraps home? Maybe we could look into using them to up the ante on our weapon and maybe even some of the robes and armors some of the Rangers like to wear. They could, uh… they could use the extra protection."

"That's not a bad idea, Captain. Just exactly how much do you think everyone is going to need? The lot of you looked like you were busy doing a job well done."

"Honestly?...Not sure. We'll figure out the logistics later," she walked towards Kota after tucking some of the larger slivers of burnt metal beneath her arm, "It might seem rude, but may I request that we change the subject? To Be honest, I don't think I have the mental fortitude to think about how we're going to bury them and observe everyone we've lost at funerals…"

"Understood, but do know that they will be remembered, and they will have their proper funeral."

Though her smile faded, her gratitude shined bright. "Thank you…" she cleared her throat, "a-anyways, enough of that. did you find anything particularly interesting during your intel scavenging?"

Yes, I did. You wouldn't believe what I found." He had relayed to her the information that he discovered, and that alone made the girl's eyes widen with surprise.

"Really?! Tell me more!"

He wasn't very brief with the information, but then again when were situations like this ever brief? Maybe Cass was getting a little too excited at the prospects of seeing blueprints of a prototypical droid, but she also expected this base to only exist as a weapon farm or something.

"So… there's more bases similar to these, aren't there? Do you think each and every one of them is holding a prototype like this one did?"

"Not only that, but if that Geonosian, Gizor Dellso, is overseeing this confounded Grapple Project then we need to take him down, too."

"Sounds good to me! The more practice my sharpshooters get, the better!" There was a twinge of vengeance in the back of those words, but Kota decided not to think about it too much. Getting excited about missions like these was just how the girl was. She would never stop talking about it if she and her Ranger squadron was assigned.

"So? Where do we start? What do we do? C'mon, Kota, ya gotta give me the details!"

The man raised a hand and gently ran his fingers through her hair into a simple head pat. They could talk more about it once the schematics were sent in to the others…

For now, their priority was getting out of the area, loading up the remaining equipment onto their shuttles, and discussing future plans on how to handle the situation next once they left the area…

And that's a wrap.

The planet Suru is made up planet I created for this one shot tale along with Cassami Roshot as an original character.

I always wanted to see the Antarian Rangers come into story as they are a unique group from the EU that were always an allied to Jedi Order, I had them working with Kota Militia to give them the Jedi General much needed help to ferry his troops across the galaxy and knowing he has an all volunteer military organization having his back.

I said before that I would do twelve chapters per season but I changed my mind and instead I'll do only eight chapters as it's a lot more flexible for me. It also makes it easier to figure out what stories I'll be able to tell. That means only two chapters will be left in season 1. So be on the lookout for the next chapters when they come out.

If any of you have questions, leave a comment and review which is very much appreciated.

Everyone, take care