Republic Front Line — Cannons Under Threat
Outside the shimmering dome, at the battered ridge overlooking the battlefield, Captain Rex crouched behind the smoldering wreck of a downed walker. Scorch marks streaked across his armor. Blaster fire whined overhead.
Another detonation rocked the field.
Beside him, Jason Shan landed in a crouch, his lightsaber spinning once, cleanly reflecting a droid's bolt back into its chest.
A clone trooper stumbled toward them, blood on his armor.
"Sir!" he gasped, nearly tripping. "General Kenobi's been captured! There's no one else left!"
Jason's eyes widened. "Of course he has. Perfect time to start the day."
Rex ducked another blast, pointing toward the slowly encroaching blue wall.
"We've got to hold out! We can't let that shield reach the cannons!"
Jason looked up. The shield was now just fifty meters from the last line of defense.
He gritted his teeth and brought his saber up again.
"Keep fighting!"
His blade arced outward—clean, efficient—carving through a B1 battle droid as more spilled over the ridge.
"I'm not letting them wipe out these clones or my Master. Not while I'm breathing!"
Back Inside the Shield — Generator Platform
Sparks rained down from the upper struts of the towering shield generator. Metal groaned beneath its own weight as the final thermal charge was planted at the base of the structure. It beeped once—then blinked red, armed and counting down.
Anakin Skywalker stood in the open, his lightsaber humming in a tight grip, body coiled and sharp with focus. The burn of exhaust and ionized air filled his lungs as droid squads swarmed in, blasters raised, pouring in from both flanks of the platform.
Bolts began to fly.
He swept his saber into a fluid arc, deflecting shot after shot—arms a blur of motion, face twisted in a grimace.
"I could use a little help!" he cried, backing toward the tower's base.
Across the platform, Ahsoka Tano locked eyes with him, lips drawn tight, gaze darting to a cracked wall section looming above.
"Skyguy, don't move!" she shouted.
She stretched out her hand. The Force surged, surrounding the fractured stone wall behind Anakin.
His eyes widened. He sensed the pressure, the shift in air, the pull of gravity.
He turned. "What? No, no, no!" he yelled.
The wall came down with a thunderous crash.
A plume of dust erupted as it smashed into the platform—crushing every battle droid around Anakin in a single, devastating collapse. The metal beneath his feet groaned, but somehow, miraculously, he stood unharmed—the stone having missed him by inches, a perfect hole beneath his boots.
Coughing through dust, Anakin staggered up, turning to glare at her.
"You could have gotten me killed!"
Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, panting. "I know what I'm doing!"
"I had everything under control!"
She shot back, eyes fierce, "I just saved your life."
They stared at each other, dust swirling in the air between them, both still charged with the heat of combat. Beneath their feet, the red blinking of the charge timers sped toward zero.
Then—
The ground trembled.
A deep, seismic rumble surged through the tower as the first explosion detonated. The base of the shield generator shattered, sending shards of durasteel into the air. A wave of raw plasma energy pulsed outward in a blinding ring.
Republic Line — Jason and Rex See the Shield Collapse
From the edge of the battlefield, Jason Shan stood tall, his lightsaber humming at his side. His eyes tracked the sky as it began to flicker—the dome shimmering in ripples of light, then fracturing like a glass sphere under pressure.
In the next instant, the entire shield collapsed, vanishing with a shriek of static and a flash of red lightning.
Jason straightened. "That's our signal."
Beside him, Captain Rex looked up in awe. "They did it!"
Jason cracked a grin. "Now it's our turn."
Christophis — Final Assault
The air split with the full-throated roar of Republic artillery.
From the trenches and shattered towers, Republic troops surged forward, blasters raised high, battle cries echoing off the crystal-covered streets.
At their front, Jason Shan blazed through enemy lines, his purple lightsaber spinning like a violent comet, cutting down droid after droid in a fluid, relentless rhythm. To his left, Rex led his remaining men, rifle hot with sustained fire.
A Super Battle Droid swung its cannon at Jason—but it was too slow. Jason leapt, twisting mid-air, and carved clean through its chest, landing with a roll beside Rex.
"Push them back! The line holds!" Jason shouted, slashing through a commando droid without missing a step.
Behind them, the Republic's heavy cannons, once silenced beneath the shield, now thundered to life, sending pulses of energy directly into the advancing droid legions. Explosions tore through tank columns. Enemy lines buckled.
Metal and fire bloomed across the cityscape.
Enemy Command Tent — Obi-Wan's "Surrender"
Inside the hollow calm of the Separatist command post, Obi-Wan Kenobi leaned back in his seat—perfectly composed, sipping from a cup of something warm, vaguely aromatic, and entirely forgettable.
Before him, Loathsom paced, clicking with agitation.
"You see," Obi-Wan said with a pleasant tone, "negotiating isn't so different from lightsaber combat. Timing is everything."
Loathsom head snapped toward him. "This delay is suspicious."
Obi-Wan gave a mild shrug. "Oh, is it?" He glanced casually toward the communications console, where a crackling transmission came through from the front lines—frenzied and panicked.
"Perhaps you should take that."
BOOM.
The ground shuddered. Dust trickled from the ceiling.
The droid staggered.
Outside, Jason and Rex's forces broke through the perimeter, clone troopers flooding the camp, opening fire as they swept through.
"Sir!" a panicked droid shouted. "The Jedi troops have breached our flank!"
Obi-Wan sighed and stood. With a familiar snap-hiss, his lightsaber ignited, casting blue light across the tent.
"Thank you for the tea."
The tent doors blasted open.
Jason Shan, saber alight and armor scorched, stepped through flanked by battle-worn clones.
"Told you I'd be back, Master," Jason said with a nod.
Obi-Wan smiled faintly. "Perfect timing as always."
The droids scrambled. The clones opened fire. Within minutes, the final Separatist battalion crumbled under the assault.
Christophis was won.