In the hanger bay, several of the gunships were undergoing repairs from the trips. Oddball, Kenobi's Wing Commander, was standing by a Y-Wing Bomber talking to General Kenobi via communicator.

Oddball: "General, most of our gunships are getting patched up, we'll be coming in with some Y-Wings any second now."

Obi-Wan Kenobi: "Roger that Oddball, it's more than welcome down here."

Oddball cut the chat short and boarded the yellow painted Y-Wing Bomber, making sure the rest of the squad was ready to go. Once they were, they lifted off from the hanger bay, in a V formation, heading right over the outpost.

Clone Pilot: "This place must be pretty important if they want to hold on to it so badly."

Oddball: "Cut the chatter boys, General, we're over the bombing site, commencing firing run now!"

The Y-Wings aimed down and fired their array of Proton Torpedos at the far trenches, taking a big chunk out of them.

Oddball: "That should take care of 'em, don't you think General?"

Obi-Wan Kenobi: "That should do it alright, good work Oddball. Jason, the path is cleared out, let's move in!"

Kenobi waved his saber forward, motioning to his troopers to move in.
@Zarkun


After regrouping and counting their losses, they only had about a hundred men left in total. Onyx squad was still MIA, all of their walkers were gone, all they had were their Gunships, the Juggernaut, and Hunter Squadron for support.

Commander Bronze: "General, droids approaching at mark 6, we're cornered here."

"I can see that Bronze, all troopers defensive positions. Lucky, have your men take the right, Bronze, you're on the left. Rigger, up high. Hunter Squadron, keep the skies clear."

A collective of yes sirs came through his comms channels as they rushed into positions. Then one unexpected comm came through.

Commander Scraper: "This is Commander Scrapper, heard you boys could use some help. Give us a landing zone, the fleet's got some mopping up to do before the Calvary arrives."

"It's about time, you all been sitting around watching shockball or something? Our LZ at Checkpoint Alpha is pretty much clear, we could definitely use the help."
@Apollosarcher

Quickly Onyx squad arrived at the check point. After brief but heavy rear guard fighting Onyx arrived at the rally point. "Haz radio the General... tell him we have arrived... Actually get some ammo, and some water... I will take care of Informing the General" Kais said as he pulled off his helmet and sat on some rubble. His Katarn-class commando armor, was scorched and burned, with part of his helmet cracked after a explosion knocked a piece wall into his face. As Haz went off to get more ammo and supplies, Kais examined himself.
He was tired, more tired then he had ever been. Kais and his squad had served since the start of the war, one of the few original Clone commandos,outside of his squad, to still be alive. After a few seconds he stood up and with helmet tucked under his arm he marched off to find the general. After a few moments he stood before the general and saluted before he gave a brief summery of events.

"Copy that, Obi-Wan. See you at the factory." He then turns and looks at his men, who had watched the bombing run with eagerness, and smiled. "Men, let's show the clankers what it means to face the might of the Republic. Forward!" With cheers and renewed vigor, Jason and his clones begin assault on the the next level of trenches from the front as Obi-Wan's forces flank them. Spinning his great saber around in front of him, he deflects a series of blaster bolts back towards their owners before leaping into the trench, his blade cleaving a super battle droid in half as he lands and rolls, coming up and slamming three standard droids into the wall with a Force Push.

Coming over checkpoint Alpha Scraper's ARCs began to move to jump. "Alright, you Commando's get back to the ship and drop off the data and dock the ship. Navy will kill us if we lost this ship, it's one their favorite toys. We can jump out here, Spanner get the gear lock with repulsorlifts and shove it out with the boys." As they jumped, each team of two carrying a crate of supplies as they descended.

Last out was Commander Scraper, hitting the ground with his boys as the stealth ship, slipped back up into orbit to safety. As he landed Scraper walked over to bronze. "Mud Jumpers on deck, for the record we came as quick as could but I had to break the blockade before we could join the party." He patted Bronze on the back. "You got comm's to the fleet? I can get about five thousand soldiers down here along with a few walkers if you just say thanks for saving my ass Scraper." He smirked pulling off his helmet. "Either way Kiana will arrive with the main force soon. My boys brought extra rations, medical supplies, and munitions. So where do you need us?" He said politely, giving the grin only a clone eager for a fire fight could have.

Commander Bronze: "Well of all the clones in the galaxy, Scraper it's been too long! I wish you and the old Mudjumpers could come at a better time, but we definitely need the help here. We can catch up later, for now we need boys up high and front lines, spread your guys out as you see fit, and pass me a Z-6 clip out of that ammo cache!"

Bronze grabbed a ammo clip from the crates, and picked up his Z-6 Rotary Cannon with his cybernetic arm to reload it. Once he had the clip in, he revved it up and hurried back out to the battle.

Rolin had pulled back after seeing the small reinforcements to gather his wits and figure out the best plan of action now. He was still clueless how they were getting out of this, then something startled him. His comms systems screamed to life, bringing in messages from the fleet's heated battle in orbit. Then he heard Spade 1 called out in the chat.

"Hey, Ace, that you up there? I think we've got comms back up and running!"

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The Excalibur was easily plowing through the remains of the droid fleet after one of the Lucrehulks had gone down. With the arrival of the 224th Fleet, the battle was slowly turning. The droids seemed determined to hold their ground, though, so it would still be some time before they were through to the planet's surface. Spade Squadron was clearing the Excalibur's area of Vultures and Tri's when Ace picked up a transmission.

Ace (Spade 1): "General, that really you?"

"Yeah, good to see you all have finally joined the party! Where you been, drinkin' on Nar Shaddaa or something?"

Flush (Spade 2): "Good to see your sense of humor is intact, along with the rest of ya. We'll be down pretty soon, this blockade is tougher than she looks. I'll patch you into command... Admiral, we've got someone on the line!"

On the bridge, Admiral Millon received a transmission passed through from Spade Squadron. He was relieved to see General Rolin standing there.

Admiral Millon: "General Rolin, it's good to see you still alive down there. Sorry we're late, but the Excalibur needed some waxing."

"I get it, just hurry up and get down here, we really need some help here."

Admiral Millon: "We'll be down as soon as possible General, just hold tight and stay alive."

The transmission ended and Millon returned to the battle at hand.

@Apollosarcher @Lord Coake @caliban22 @mattmanganon

Scraper smirked as he pulled out his communicator, contacting one of his Captains. "Launch the dropships and get me three regiments and some damn walkers down here. We need wreck some clankers. Tell the the General to get the bulk of army together. We got ourselves a real good fight down here!" With that he cut the channel, signaling his boys the grabbed ammo and rushed up to join the others. "Alright Mudjumpers, lets fly!"

Two dozen Mudjumpers hit the switch and zoomed up above the cover, throwing droid popper as they landed. "Come on boys! Push them back, we've got to make room for the reinforcement!" He yelled as more Dropships came over head, dozens of clone paratroopers dropped in. Scraper was up at the front blasting his way through as more and more as men took up positions around him. This was fourteenth regiment, some of the Corps best and veteran soldiers, they were Scrapers personal regiment. Finally a couple of walkers were dropped off as the the other two Regiments of Mudjumpers hit the ground. Scrapper let one of his Captains take the lead as he pulled back.

Moving over to Bronze he smiled. "Get your wounded ready to go on the dropships. Tell General Rolin to transmit co-ordinates for a mass deployment. We don't have much in the way of armor but what we got is yours Bronze, plus a couple of Commando squads if you want them." He smiled as he fired out at one of the few remain droids with one of his DC-17's.

Quickly it became apparent that the battle was falling apart for the Droid Army, if something was not done the entire fleet in this sector would be reduced to scrap metal. Fleet Commander TX-47 had to make a last second decision if his remaining forces were to survive.

Commander TX-47: All orbital defenses return to the ships, all remaining cruisers prepare to make the jump to lightspeed.

The republic forces continued their barrage as the separatist forces pulled back, and the cruisers began to turn and run.

Admiral Millon: "General Rolin, the separatist blockade is in retreat, they are broken. Prepare for reinforcements immediately!"

Millon watched as the ships of the 224th began descending on Solus 4, bringing with them much needed troops and supplies. Millon would not be landing with them, as he had his orders to return Rolin to Coruscant. He would wait for the ships carrying Rolin and his surviving troops then make the jump to Coruscant.

@mattmanganon



As the forces of the 224th began landing their troopers, Rolin readied his survivors for departure. General Kiana had not yet arrived yet, so he would have to talk to Commander Scraper, her second in command.

"Commander, we thank you for the assistance. Unfortunately I cannot stay to see this campaign through to the end, so we're handing over control of this mission to you and the 224th. We're already in control of Solus 1 through Solus 3, as well as Solus 5 and Solus 6. There's still a lot of droids here on Solus 4, and they have complete control of Solus 7 through Solus 9. I wish you good luck Commander, and may the force be with you and Kiana, in many ways."

No one else knew what he meant about that, but he had known that Kiana and Scraper had a relationship that surpassed the battlefield. He never told, not even Kiana. He himself believed that love and marriage could not lead to the dark side, but none dared oppose the rule publicly.

The Gunship doors on the gunship he and Hailfire Squad were riding on closed, and took off for orbit and the Excalibur. They had lost the bulk of the companies they had there, but the survivors were Hunter Squadron, Onyx Squad, Hailfire Squad, and a few scattered troopers here and there including Rigger, Rewind, AT-RT group Falcon Squad, hell they even managed to keep their Juggernaut intact. As the remaining forces boarded the Excalibur, the hanger doors closed, and the Excalibur made the jump to lightspeed.

@Apollosarcher @caliban22 @Lord Coake



As Kenobi and Je'and approached the entrance to the base after clearing out the front lines, the door opened in front of them. The stood ready for attack, but a lone battledroid fell out of the doorway and the Commando Teams that Je'and had sent in stepped out.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: "Good work, looks like we have our first outpost secured. The first of many I hope. Let's establish a defensive perimeter, Cody, bring some forces with you and follow me. Je'and, It's up to you if you want to come with us, or help defend the outside."

Cody gathered up Waxer, Boil, Crys, and a few other troopers and joined General Kenobi inside. They made their way to the command room, where the ground lay littered with the still freshly disabled droids.

Commander Cody: "You gotta give them some credit, Commandos do their jobs well. Let's see what we can dig up on these sep consoles."

The clones went right to work powering up the consoles and looking for any data that could help them in their mission.

@Zarkun

Commander Scraper nodded to Rolin. "Keep yourself safe sir and call if you need us, my boys and will put the 501st to shame and nobody works faster." He smiled and waved them off as men rushed around getting a command center set up for Scraper to begin ordering units and leading the offensive.

The capture of Solus four happened quickly as the soldiers of the 224th struck hard and fast hitting dozens of bases the droids could scarcely recover from the lightning attacks and precision. Within less than a day the planet had been captured by the unexpected reinforcements. Scraper and Kiana moved their base over to Solus six along with the fleet, they began to launch low level strikes hitting supply lines and transports. The hoped harassing the droids would cause the Separatist leaders to pull back their forces and cut their losses.

Kiana and Scraper rarely saw each other as Scraper lead most strikes personally and Kiana had meetings with other commanders to discuss strategy. In truth Scraper was worried that he she would be reassigned, she would do more good on another front. He hoped he was wrong but he still he kept trying to find time to be with her, though it was getting more difficult as the droids ran lower and lower on supplies.

After a quick sparring session with Teela, Rolin had gotten a taste of her style. She had the face of nervousness and shyness normally, but in battle her strong side spoke clearer than that, revealing a certain grace and style about her. Now it was time to see if he could contact any of the four generals he had wanted to.

"Hmm, it seems Skywalker has responded, let's see if I can get him on the holocom."

He typed in the codes for Skywalker's command ship, a Venator class Republic Cruiser dubbed the Resolute. A Naval officer answered.

Officer: "This is Republic Attack Cruiser "Resolute", Identify yourself and what you request."

"This is Jedi General Kelen Rolin calling from Coruscant, I wish to speak to General Skywalker if possible."

Officer: "He is available, I'll patch you through immediately. Standby."

Rolin tapped his foot while the tone of the standby signal from the console rung and echoed in the room. Finally, the image of Anakin Skywalker, Jedi General of the 501st Legion, came on the screen.

Anakin Skywalker: "Kelen, it's good to see you again. What do you need this time?"

"Yoda and Windu gave me control of a big gig, I'm getting a small Army together for this one. We're going after the big three after all this time, you want in?"

Anakin Skywalker: "You know I do, and you're lucky. I'm all freed up now that I chased the seps from Salucemi here. We'll be on Coruscant within the hour. I look forward to seeing you again."

Rolin nodded, and the transmission ended. Just as Rolin was about to start on the terminal again, another message came through, this one from Rhen Var. That meant only one thing... He accepted the transmission, and on the screen stood a fairly tall Human male with grey hair and emerald green eyes. This was Amon Rictor, Rolin's former master.

"Hello Master, long time no see, I see you've gotten yourself a new unit."

Amon Rictor: "Good to see you as well, my old Padawan, and yes, I have taken command of the 514th Defense Legion. And by you contacting me I'm guessing you need something."

"Yes, master, I've been assigned to head a task force to hunt down the big three, and I'm assembling the task force myself. Would you like to be a part of it?"

Amon Rictor: "And be a part of the force that will end this terrible war once and for all and restore peace to the galaxy. There is no doubt in my mind, I'll join you. As soon as I'm finished here on Rhen Var we will be heading for Coruscant."

"I'll be waiting master, see you then."

The Transmission ended, and Rolin checked his messages to Sarrish and Hypori. Neither had responded yet, but he'd wait and see if they'd respond within the hour.

@Urukhai @Zarkun

The battle for Sarrish had been long and difficult, with the casualties still higher than Jason was comfortable with. He always did his best to keep his men safe and out of harms way during a battle, though he knew there would always be losses. In fact, he had been discussing plans to commission a new, heavier version of the clone armor when the call came through from Coruscant. Saying good bye to Master Kenobi, he turned to the holoterminal and answered it, sending a call to the frequency given to him. "This is Jedi Master Jason Je'and, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

Silas Stood next to the comms officer as the holographic form of Krayt buzzed in and out of existence

"- downed *static* mission *static* time, with minor *static* continue *static* I repeat continue *static that eventually just cuts off*"

Any way to reestablish connection and clean it up?" Silas asked the officer who shook his head.

"No sir, my best guess is that the clankers are jamming our long range comms, short range still works however."

Silas nodded "Right, good to know. Thanks for letting me know, no rest up soldier. We've got a war to wage tomorrow."



Hypori's sun rose slowly it rays shining slowly over the pockmarked wastes, in a silence matched only by its odd beauty. A beauty that was shattered in an instant as the whistling bang of a CIS heavy Flak cannon as it spat out its massive shell, the low rumble of the gun soon being joined in concert by the other gun emplacements that guarded the approach to the mesa where the separatists had built their droid factory. All in all a well defensible position, as the mesa was surrounded on all sides by large wide open, flat, plains. which provided the Flak Guns ample opportunity to shred anything that tried to cross to the factory. A fact that Jedi master Silas had to both give the seps credit for, and also curse them for as the smoke and fire that was an AT-PT billowed towards the sky, it's twisted wreckage spinning through the air from the force of the impact. In response to this opening salvo, the large contingent of the 419th that was becoming ever more clear in the morning sun, drove faster towards the mesa, fanning out like a tide of walkers and troops.

From his vantage point on top of the Juggernaut (affectionately called betty by the crew) near the front of the column, Silas could make out the flashes that gave the heavy guns away, touching the com on his left arm the Jedi spoke as clearly as he could in the cacophony of the battle. "Leutenent Echo! Get your TE's into range, and target their main guns at the large hole to 20 degrees across the slope." Silently Silas gritted his teeth as three of the AT-TE's in the charge broke ranks and accelerated to as fast as their six legs would take them. A few of the smaller walkers followed them in a loose formation to screen their approach. Unsurprisingly the heavy guns began to target this group, resulting an a couple of the lighter walkers being taken out in an instant. With one AT-PT being flipped onto its side, due to the blast wave.

Silas knocked on the Juggernaught's hull "Keep moving! I'll be back in a moment!"

Launching himself from the wheeled vehicles top, Silas twisted his body and landed softly on the hard packed dirt. Darting off with as much speed as his force augmented legs could carry him, the Jedi mast wove his way through the wave of clones, coming upon the downed PT. Igniting one side of his saber staff the echani jumped onto the side of the walker, and began to cut his way into the smoking hull. After cutting a crude hole and throwing the cut out hunk of metal with a simple force shove, Silas reached into the walker and pulled the slumped form of a clone. Keying his comm the Jedi called for a medic as he pulled the injured man to the dirt. "Dont move to much, it'll be alright soldier." The clone groaned in response as blood ebbed from beneath a tear in his armor, a sound that was almost lost as the mass driver cannons of the three AT-TE's that had split from the main group opened up, resulting in a thunderous detonation as a couple of the rounds struck true into one of Flak Cannons.

Finally the medic arrived and began to treat the injured pilot, freeing the Jedi to begin another sprint to catch up with the Juggernaut that had made considerable head way, despite becoming the target of a few flak guns. Catching a ride from a passing AT-RT, Silas was able to see out across the now sweeping offensive, smoke, fire and bodies strewn here and there. "Damn it Krayt, we need those guns down now." he swore under his breath as the fast moving walker caught up to the wheeled juggernaut. Thanking the driver, Silas jumped to the top of the Juggernaut as two cannons in the distance trained the large barrels towards the roller. Silas felt the guns sights, felt the rounds being loaded by the auto loading mechanisms, felt the impending launch of the molten, burst shells. Yet just as he was about to let out the order to abandon the craft the most unsual thing happened... nothing.

The cannons did not fire, indeed it seemed that all of them stopped firing altogether. A new silence filled the air, mixed with the shuddering anticipation of the clones, which was replaced by a triumphant cry as far off in the distance a fireball of massive proportions filled the sky. Silas allowed himself a grin as he shouted out "Alright boy's looks like the slog's over! Now, lets get us a factory!" . with a surge the 419th moved forward at an invigorated pace. Even as a rumble began to emanate from the factory as a massive amount of droids were let loose to try and halt their advance, the 419th pushed on, once more earning its nick name as the "Warhammer". Atop the juggernaut, Silas opened up a com channel to Krayt, reveled to find that it was no longer jammed. "Krayt you magnificent piece of work, I dont know weather to reprimand you for being late, or hug you for saving my skin."

The tired voice of Krayt responded with a low chuckle "If its all the same to you sir, ill take the reprimand. A hug might be a bit awkward."

Silas laughed "Too right. Can you get over here before we clean house?"

"I recon we can sir, just called for a gunship. Seems the AA grid when out with the heavy cannons. We'll be over there ASAP."

"Right. See you then." Silas closed the channel and opened a new one to the driver of the juggernaut "Keep us rolling, right on through the droids. I want to be in that factory in record time! Sooner we take that out the sooner we go home!"

The roar of the engine and a jump of speed was all that the Jedi master needed for a response.



Blaster scored, and wounded the Juggernaut rolled to a halt in front of the open main gate to the factory. Disembarking Silas waved a couple squads to his side and ignited both blades of his saber to lead the foray into the dark interior. All nerves where on edge as they made their way into the superstructure, meeting little to no resistance. A worrying fact. Still the clones and Jedi pressed on into the heart of the droid-works, soon coming to a large turbo lift that obviously when up into the main part of the factory. Silently Silas waved the squads to fan out onto tow sides of the lift while he strode to the center. With a wave of his hand he activated the console and sent the lift racing up tube. When it reached the top, they were greeted not by the sight of a factory floor, but a large entryway, at the end of which stood an open door, through which Silas could see the glow of many holo screens and the shadows of only a couple droids.

Silently the squads and jedi made their approach, all readying for any fight that was to come. Signaling for the squads to halt Silkas silently crept into the room, which while dark, had the air of importance about it as a green flickering holo map showed the battle below and various screens showed troop numbers and distributions. At the far end of the map stood a single droid, a T-series who was still punching in orders into the maps main interface. With a boom echoing from the outside, the map flickered, giving it's now reliance on the backup power away.

"Welcome Jedi." Its monotonous voice sounded "I must applaud you for breaking through my guns. A near suicidal shadow op to destroy the generator was... unexpected, but has been logged for future use. Also, the general was quite clear in his orders that all Jedi were his to deal with. But due to his absence and your presence... I do not think he will mind too much when I deliver both yuor saber and the test results of the prototype to him."

"What?" was all Silas had time to say as the door leading to the turbolift slammed shut and two hidden ones opened to allow a number o B-2's to march out to engage the squads. Just as the Jedi master turned to rush to the clones aid, a blast door slammed shut in his face, cutting him off. Turning once more to the T-series, Silas saw that a hulking, dark plated, B-2 had emerged from the shadows flanked by two thinner, more agile droids armed with electro staffs. As those two moved around the map the large, dark metal, B-2 folded out its own armament, a pair of twin blaster cannons instead of hands. As the B-2 opened up, Silas lept into action, both figuratively and literally. Lunging at the first electro staff wielding droid, Silas drove the thing back, still it was supriseingly good for a droid, plus it had help from its friend. As both drove into the Jedi master with a flurry from their staffs, Silas quickly sized up the situation and reached out with the force, sending one of the staff droids flying with a shove. Which, despite crashing against a wall with surprising force and going through a couple of computers it still stood up, its head dangling from its torso. Grunting, Silas turned his full attention to the other staff, and with a quick twirling cut, severed the arm of the droid. who didn't seem all that phased.

Disengaging, Silas was beset by the B-2, who's cannons ripped up chunks of rock as they struck the floor. Thinking on his feet Silas sent himself into a backwards somersault into a slashing strik into the b-2's torso.

Only to have the blade that struck the droid fizzle and die out of existence as it struck home. Something that surprised Silas to say the least, causing a slight falter in his form, only to receive a hit from the droid for his troubles, which sent him careening back into the map console, the hard impact jarring his saber from his hand. Slumping to the floor Silas tasted blood and smelled it as it seeped from his nose, dripping to the floor. His torso and back hurt, and as he brought himself to his feet he knew that it was going to hurt in the morning. Reaching out he attempted to call his saber to him, only to be thwarted by the B-2 as the bringing its foot down on the shaft, it's sheer weight making a reletivly simple task all the more difficult and providing the opening for the two wounded staff droids to engage the Jedi.

Jumping out of the way, Silas landed on the far side of the room entering into an echani hand to hand stance. Not ideal for droids, but it would do. He was about to engage once more when his heart broke, the B-2 had shifted its attention from him to his saber under it's foot, one of its blaster arms opening up a few salvos onto the weapon, shattering at least half of it.

For most rage would be the logical outcome of this travesty, rage at the world and the droid. But for Silas it was something else, a cold numbness. Like ice water flowing into his system, a clarity and drive filled him. It was like the world moved in slow motion, blocking a strike from the one armed staff droid Silas lunched a jump kick into the chest of the other, knocking it off balance. Lashing out with an elbow strike to the one armed one, as he was in the air, Silas landed as the droid staggered slightly due to the sheer force of the hit. Grabbing its staff before it could recover, the Jedi master twisted it quickly and brought his foot down and into the droids knee, felling it. Now armed once more, the nearly headless droid closed in. Only to find the Jedi ready for it, and driving into it with just as much force.

After a short bout Silas saw his opening and drove his staff into the things chest, a dull red eye making the perfect target. With a buzz and a sigh the thing collapsed. Grabbing it's staff Silas ran at the odd B-2, leaping over the map and it. As he landed behind it Silas reached out with the force, both his hands curling to claws even as he held the staff. Gritting his teeth Silas pulled, not towards him but apart, the armor of the droid whining in protest as it shifted and moved. Satisfided the hole was big enough, Silas drove the electro staff into the B-2's back. It shuddered, buzzed, and died, it bulk falling to the side, freeing what remained of Sila's lighsaber.

Calling it to his Silas thumbed the remaining activation switch, and with a silent thanks the remaining half buzzed to life. With a quick backhanded stroke, the Jedi master removed the T-series and moved to the map controls. Hitting the release for the lock down, he was ready to see the slaughter that awaited him outside, the dead and dieing clones. But this day was not done with the surprises, as instead of droids he was met with the familiar armor of Krayt, and what battle ready members of Rancor squad remained. A look an a nod were all the two needed as the clones moved to secure the room, dispatching the still crawling one armed droid.

"It's good to see you alive Krayt." Silas nodded as he walked up to his commander.

"Good to see you too sir, sorry we couldn't get here earlier or..." Krayt's voice trailed as he looked down at the halved lightsaber.

Silas waved his hand "Don't worry about it Krayt. My master always said the force gives us opportunities in the oddest ways. Perhaps this is one of them. Another I hope is a waiting transport outside?"

[color=f7941d]"Aye sir. You'll also be happy to know that the main force is now just mopping up. It'll take some time, but thats a job for the garrison troops. Also you might like to know, you've got a message from corocaunt sir, marked from the Jedi, so I thought you's like to respond."[/header]

Silas nodded his thanks and moved to leave, when he stopped, turning slightly Silas pointed towards the odd B-2 and the head of the T. "As odd as it may sound Krayt, I want those salvaged and with me and you as we return to the Intent."

Krayt nodded and motioned a couple clones over to help him with the B-2, as Silas moved to the Turbolift looking at the ramins of his lightsaber. The metal was scorched from the blasts, and seemed permanently so but ti still functioned well enough, but it was still broken. A problem Silas hoped to fix, as the gears in his head turned.



Silas looked over Rancor and Krayt, they were battered and bruised, much like himself, but were no real worse off. Flicking his eyes to the slumped, inert droid, that still garnered three guards for it. Silas hoped to learn something from it, and put it to use in able. But that was in the future, so instead Silas turned his attentions to a portable holoterminal that had been set up in the front of the hold. As it had already been routed through the Intent's comms array all Silas had to do was turn it on and key in the comm channel that was provided, his own form appearing in the other terminals as he joined the call. He probably looked a bit roughed up, but he honestly didn't care at this point. "This is Jedi Master Silas Va'aan, commander of the 419th. Checking in as asked sorry for my appearance, haven't had much time to clean up yet.

[A Compilation between @Shiny Keldeo, @Zarkun, and @urukhai]



Looking over to the image of Jason Je'and that had just appeared, Rolin said his hello as an image of Silas Va'aan appeared on the opposite side of the console. "Jason, you look well. And Silas, you look, well, alive... how go your campaigns on Sarrish and Hypori?" Jason chuckled, nodding to Silas. "Sarrish is as good as in Republic hands, the Seperatists are in full retreat, with precious few hideouts left on the planet and their fleet in disarray. How about your own campaign, Kelen?"

"Well..." said Rolin, looking around the room trying to avoid the question, "We kinda got overwhelmed for a bit, but we held our own easily. Unfortunately events have caused me to leave the Campaign on Solus to the 224th. The "events" are why I wanted to contact you." Rolin waited for the laughs coming from the fact that he, Rolin, the man who never runs from a battle, had to leave the battlefield for something. Silas didn't laugh, instead he nodded slowly "That's understandable, we all have our reasons for being called away on a moment's notice. As for Hypori, we just recently took their main droid works and as a result seized most of the CIS assets on the surface. We did run into a couple of the Sep's new toys, some more worrying than others..." His eyes once more flickered in the direction of the dead B-2. "Still, you mentioned something about new 'events' young master?"

Rolin's gaze fell upon Silas when he called him a master. "'Master'? I wouldn't go that far yet, but In a way or two I could be a master... I'm getting off topic." Rolin decided to bring up holoimages of the three separatist leaders to enforce his point. "General Grievous, Count Dooku, and Darth Sidious. These three are the key to ending this war, and Master Yoda and Master Windu have placed me as the head of a task force to hunt down these dangerous beings once and for all. I'm building the task force up right now, and so far Skywalker and the 501st Legion are in, as well as my former master Amon Rictor and his unit of the 514th Legion."

The faces of these villains dissappeared, leaving Rolins on the screen again. "That's why I contacted you two. Silas, I knew that you were nearly complete with capturing Hypori, and Jason, I knew that both you and Kenobi were taking Sarrish, so I hoped I might be able to snag one of you away. So what do you say, you two in?" Jason waited for a reply, partially knowing what the answers would be, knowing these two.

Silas smiled. "One moment, let me check my sources." Turning slightly, he noted that, although they tried to hide it, all the clones of Rancor, including Krayt, were leaning slightly toward him. Without a doubt they already knew everything that was said, but still Silas had to admit to himself that he liked the theatrics of it all. "What do you all say then? You boys ready to take the Seps down at the head?" Silas was answered quickly by Krayt. "You know it sir, just point us at them." This statement was enforced by the members of Rancor who voiced their agreement hoorah.

Turning back to the holograms, Silas was visibly smiling. "Well there you have it, the 419th will stand behind you. I can get you most of our battalions and the majority of our fleet immediately, I would say 85% of both including myself at least. But it's going to take some time for those on the ground to be loaded back up and combat ready. I'll also most likely have to leave a Venator to guard the Acclamators in this process. But it shouldn't take more than a couple days for them, and they can join us en-route if need be."

Rolin smiled after hearing all the clones behind Silas unanimously agree. "Good to have you all on board, and don't worry about the speed. I've got as much time as I want right now waiting for everyone else who are already en-route." Rolin now looked over to Jason, who seemed to be thinking it over quite well, and he could understand that. He'd be pulling him mid-campaign, leaving Kenobi alone on the surface. He obviously didn't want a repeat of the First Battle of Sarrish.

"I get the position you're in Jason, and I know what you're probably thinking right now. Kenobi is a capable General, and he's come with a much larger force this time. He's got this. And if not, Skywalker can always head back and bail him out, so how about it? You in?" Rolin gave him a little grin, showing that he meant what he said completely. He waited for Jason's response.

Jason smiled, his hand resting casually on the top of his lightsaber hilt. It was how one could tell he was contemplating things before answering a presented question. He had no doubts about the abilities of Obi-Wan, in fact the other Master had helped immensely in the assault on the CIS forces. What worried him was going after the Separatists' big three. Sidious himself was an incredibly powerful Sith Lord, rivaling many that he had read about in the archives. But a chance to end the war..."Consider me on board. A chance to end this war before it grows any worse is always welcome."

"Honestly I'm not sure if this war can actually get any worse, but knowing my luck after saying that it will get worse." Rolin gave off a little chuckle, and looked back at his comrades. It had been quite a long time since he had fought alongside either of them, the same with Skywalker, and his old master. "Good to have you on board nonetheless, I'll be waiting at the temple for your arrival. May the force be with you both." Rolin gave a short little wave goodbye to Jason and Silas, ending the transmission between them.