Wanderer Journey
4th Log: The CIS Factory
A small hooded figure followed other ones, mixing up with the crowd.
As always he had to stay close to his master, to repay his kindness after all the trouble
he had with his peers to let him join the order. Two years had pass since he met him.
The mission was meant to be a simple one, locate some factories and destroy them.
When taking up his future master offer, at first he only saw a way to free himself.
Shortly after he realized that his training could help him in his search.
Visiting new planets in the company of a guide was a blessing but also a big debt.
On every new mission, he had always made some time to look for his fairy friend.
However this particular mission was an urgent one, requested by the best of the order.
Master Mace Windu took as many members as he could for this emergency call.
Most of those who joined were old younglings, most likely this was their first mission.
The Jedi usually operate in pairs or groups of four, not in hundreds, something wasn’t right.
No one in the coliseum pay them any mind, all thanks to a certain skilled master.
When he saw the three captives, he recognized Master Obi-Wan in the arena.
A purple lightsaber was ignited, on that signal everyone turn on their weapons.
The Jedi took a force leap, surrounding the captives and organizing in a row formation.
The arena was soon flooded with many types of battle droids, exotic alien beast and
almost endless swarm of insects in the sky. Blasters were fired in an endless stream,
giving little time to block them all. For every enemy they destroyed 10 more arrived.
An unfamiliar sound came from above, corpses started to pile up on those red sands.
Nagrod could see eyes uncertainly in a lot of his comrades, when trying to use the
force. The current situation demanded the use of a defensive combat form, why use the
all rounder Form VI instead of III?. For some reason, some masters started to lose their cool,
letting themselves being isolated and blasted away by the rolling drones with shields.
A familiar face he saw on CIS propaganda moved his arm, all droids halted their fire.
All the present recognized the cynical act of power and mockery of the Count, none
accepted his offer. When the dust settled, there was just a score of Jedi survivors.
The CIS factory wasn’t under construction and had build an overwhelming droid army.
When they were prepared to make their final last stand, someone shouted to look upwards.
Ships with white soldiers on the sides began to descent against the machines on the arena.
Cover fire from those unexpected allies was like, fresh water for those stranded in the desert.
Following his master Plo Koon, Nagrod climbed on one LAAT, escaping from that deadly trap.
Clone Trooper: “Your orders, Commander!”
Those words were enough for the young padawan to get a gasp of his situation.
In the past, he had only fought battles against disorganized foes, now he had to join a war
that he never agree and the worst part, he didn’t had any idea how to perform military tactics.
