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"We are not just Jedi and soldiers. We are brothers, born in different fires, fighting for the same light."
— Commander Vesso, after the Battle of Mygeeto
Across the Stars – War Without Rest
The Clone Wars had erupted into a dozen new fronts.
While the Republic's Senate remained distracted by bureaucracy and misinformation, Revan's Jedi Enclave forces led the war effort from the shadows—elite, coordinated, and bonded with the clones who now fought not for the Republic, but for each other.
Felucia
Bioluminescent spores danced like falling stars between tangled vines and fungal towers. The air was damp, dense, and humming with hidden danger.
Master Drel Varn crouched in a moss-covered blind, scanning through infrared goggles. Behind him, Commander Kale and three squads of camouflaged clone troopers crept like phantoms.
"Eyes open. These trees are alive—and not in a good way," Kale muttered.
Suddenly, a burst of plasma fire lit the clearing.
B2 droids, painted in jungle tones, rose from shallow pools and opened fire. But the clones didn't panic.
"Ambush!" Kale barked. "Sector split—flank and fire!"
Jedi dropped from above, sabers slicing through trunks and armor alike.
Clone squads ignited ion flares and drove the droids into thick mud traps.
Drel Varn summoned a whirlwind of spores, blinding the droids long enough for a demolitions team to collapse the bio-lab entrance with charges.
The final detonation sent a fireball into the canopy, and silence fell.
Later that night, around a small campfire beneath the glowing trees, Drel sat beside Kale, both sipping nutrient packs.
"Used to think I was just another number," Kale said. "But the way you fight… the way you trust us…"
Drel placed a hand on the clone's shoulder.
"I don't fight with soldiers. I fight with my brothers."
Ryloth – Skies
Flak burst across the skies of Nabat like orange fireworks. Knight Teya Nall gritted her teeth in the cockpit of her starfighter as she rolled under a vulture droid squadron.
"Roam, status on ground reinforcements?"
"Pinned near the marketplace. Droid tanks have us boxed in!"
Teya flipped her ship vertically and ignited her forward cannons, diving nose-first into a tight cluster of droids.
Below, clone snipers positioned in ruins picked off droid commanders.
Local Twi'lek fighters detonated pre-planted mines beneath incoming tanks.
Teya ejected mid-flight and landed lightsaber-first onto a command droid's head, flipping backward as it exploded.
She hit the ground hard beside Commander Roam, who was bleeding but grinning.
"You're insane."
"Only on Tuesdays," she quipped, then ignited her saber again.
Together, they cleared the final alley, collapsing the droid pincer from within.
That evening, as the survivors rested beside a burning tank, Teya patched Roam's shoulder with a field kit.
"You've changed," Roam said.
"War does that."
"No, I mean… You listen to us now. It's not orders. It's… something else."
Teya smiled faintly. "I stopped seeing you as assets. Started seeing you as people."
Roam leaned back against the hull. "Then I'd follow you into hell."
Corellia
The Corellian drydocks glowed red under siege.
The Separatists had infiltrated with cloaked transports, deploying spider droids and B2 units into the shipyard's skeletal structures.
Master Rala Doon leapt between gantries, her violet blade spinning like a storm. Beneath her, Captain Dren barked orders while pushing toward the command vault.
"We need this drydock functional or we lose the outer patrol routes!"
Clones rerouted power to magnetize defense turrets manually.
Jedi deflected shots while sprinting across grav lifts and cables.
Rala used the Force to disarm a seismic charge mid-air, hurling it into a docked Munificent frigate instead.
As the final ship ignited and the droids fell inert, Dren approached her, helmet under one arm.
"That was… a symphony."
"Of violence, unfortunately," Rala replied.
"No," Dren said. "Of trust."
Later, the two stood over a memorial slab freshly cut into the dock wall, names of clone troopers lost in the defense.
"They didn't die because they were ordered to," Dren said. "They died because they believed in us."
Rala bowed her head. "Then we must keep earning that."
Dantooine
Revan watched each battlefield from a massive holographic array inside the Enclave's command hall.
Behind him stood Shaak Ti and Aayla Secura, while Mace Windu and Yoda observed silently.
"The bonds they're building," Aayla said. "This isn't a command. It's loyalty."
Shaak Ti nodded. "The clones are choosing who they follow. And the Jedi… are earning that trust."
Revan folded his arms. "This is how we win. Not just battles—but a future."
Yoda, slow and wise, added, "Survived the war, many will. Transcended it… only a few."