<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">At the turret:</span> <span style="font-style: italic">The calm before the storm.</span></span><br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">So you prefer to <span style="font-weight: bold">wait</span>.</span>” Cahcak spoke in an irritated voice as she remained levitated off the ground.  <br/><br/>Through the force she could feel the Jedi standing around the turret.  The air around them oozed with personality.  One the young apprentice, both nervous and excited at the prospect of battle.  Another the young apprentices master, weary at the uncertainty yet steadfast in her dedication to the Jedi order and her fellow Jedi.  The third was a man plagued by himself, ripe with fear each and every night as the terrors took hold of his mind, yet he was also powerful.  Those same terrors that plagued his mind in the night allowed him to face the uncertainty of today with both vigor and strength.  <br/><br/>Her thoughts moved through the small group of Jedi's before she returned her thoughts back to herself.  A noise began to gradually grow louder from the north, from her guess it was a twin engine gunship.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Ardur</span>, do you have a count on how many Clone soldiers are currently around the turret?</span>”  Cahcak asked.<br/><br/>A brief static sound emanated from her headset, filling her head for a few seconds. “<span style="font-style: italic">We count <span style="font-weight: bold">zero</span> clones but we have eyes on a Republic Gunship inbound.  Best guess is it's filled with <span style="font-weight: bold">thirty clones</span> set to reinforce the turret.</span>”  Ardur finally responded.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">When will they arrive?</span>”  She asked.  <br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">They are <span style="font-weight: bold">ten seconds</span> out.</span>”  He responded.<br/><br/>Cahcak paused as she allowed her eyes to open. She watched as the craft came flying in fast from in front of her, before slowing and eventually touching down to the side of the defensive installation.  Ardur was correct, as thirty clones quickly disembarked from the craft and rushed over the short walls and took up defensive positions along the perimeter.  After a brief second had passed, one managed to spot Cahcak in the field and soon she felt the barrels of many guns on her as well as the weary eyes of the Jedi.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">I think they see you.</span>”  Ardur spoke.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">What gave you <span style="font-weight: bold">that </span>thought?</span>”  Cahcak responded with an amused tone.  <br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Plan?</span>” Ardur asked.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">I will force a dialogue with the <span style="font-weight: bold">Jedi</span></span>.”  Cahcak said as she ceased her levitating and slowly descended back to the ground.      She again began to reach out with the force, this time with her hand outstretched in front of her.  She focused her energy on the apprentice, quickly wrapping around him with her force powers.  A small smile spread across her face as a cascade of fear began to fill the mind of her target.  Before he could speak a word to his masters, Cahcak ripped her outstretched hand back and with it pulled the apprentice with it.  <br/><br/>The boy crashed into the ground about thirty meters away from where he had just stood, hitting hard on his back before tumbling an additional ten meters before sliding to a stop on his back.  The young kid groaned in pain as he slowly tried to pull his body up while reaching for his Lightsaber.  Yet his body ceased its moving as his ears picked up the sound of a Lightsaber being ignited.   His eyes slowly opened as he caught the sight of a single Lightsaber glowing with a wicked red fire just inches from his throat.  <br/><br/>“<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Don't move.</span></span>” Cahcak commanded.<br/><br/>They boy winced in pain from his tumble across the ground but obeyed.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">I am not here to kill <span style="font-weight: bold">you</span>.</span>” Her voice muffled by her helmet. “<span style="font-style: italic">I am here to have a <span style="font-weight: bold">discussion</span> with your masters.  Stay <span style="font-weight: bold">still</span>, and don't do anything <span style="font-weight: bold">stupid</span>, and you will live.  Your life hangs in the <span style="font-weight: bold">balance</span>, young Jedi.  It'll do you well to head my warning.</span>”  She finished speaking by turning her head back to the turret.  She knew she had their full and undivided attention.  Her free hand raised up and motioned for the Jedi to come towards her.<br/><br/>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - <br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">At the airfield:</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> Appo holds the line</span></span>.<br/><br/> “<span style="font-style: italic">This is CC-1119, hear you loud and clear.</span>”  Appo shouted over the mic.  “<span style="font-style: italic">We have crashed <span style="font-weight: bold">about two hundred</span> meters ahead of your forward positions.  We are currently past the hangars and out in the open, how copy?</span>”  Appo finished.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Sir!</span></span>”  CT-1152 shouted.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Go</span></span>!” Appo responded back.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Enemy tanks in the open, approaching on our position <span style="font-weight: bold">fast</span>.</span>” CT-1152 shouted.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Get whatever heavy weaponry we have online and fast.</span>”  Appo responded.  “<span style="font-style: italic">We need to wait for reinforcements to retreat but until then <span style="font-weight: bold">we hold our ground!</span></span>”  He pulled himself out of cover, fired off a few shots, before retreating back as a cascade of blaster fire hit his position.<br/><br/>- - - - - - - - - - - - <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">At the airfield:</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">A bold move by the enemy.</span></span><br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Sir!</span></span>”  A B1 command droid shouted.  “<span style="font-style: italic">Enemy clones are counter <span style="font-weight: bold">attacking the center!</span></span>”  His voice rose as it spoke.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Show me.</span>”  The Blackguard commander shouted.<br/><br/>The droid quickly pulled up the holomap once more.  He typed in a command to the console, causing the map to focus in on the immediate front line of the two forces.  As the commander looked around the field of battle he noticed that his tanks were getting destroyed at a rate too high for his plan to work.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Show me who is killing these tanks.</span>”  He commanded as he put his arms behind his back once more.<br/><br/>The droid quickly typed into his console once more.  The map once again focused in and was centered on a small squad of clones spread out in-front of the main body.  He noticed that they had pushed about thirty meters towards the downed shuttle.  He watched as rocket fire and snipers worked from cover, quickly dispatching both tanks and their commanders.  <br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Interesting.</span>”  He spoke.  “<span style="font-style: italic">Send a small force of twenty Dark Jedi down the center led by Vhale.</span>”  He spoke, referencing his second in command the Elite Wilder named Ha'van Vhale.  “<span style="font-style: italic">Have them breach the enemies lines, and attempt to disrupt that rocket fire long enough for our tanks to push further.  Have them expect high casualties</span>”<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Sir, we also have reports of a lone <span style="font-weight: bold">Jedi </span>in a modified Headhunter Starfighter flying around as well.</span>”  The B1 gleefully informed the Blackguard.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Away from the others is it?</span>”  The commander asked.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Indeed sir!</span>”  The B1 chimed back.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Keep me informed of his moves, if he strays far from the pack we will find a way to bring him down</span>.”<br/><br/>- - - - - -  - - -  - - - -  -  - - - <br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Elsewhere:</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">A bleak situation turns dire.</span></span><br/><br/>Around the edges of the airfield, out of range of the tanks and the soldiers fighting bitterly to take it, side battles began to pop up as the Dark Jedi pushed through the once busy streets.  The clones there were no match for these small hordes, as they were undermanned and out positioned.  Ahead of the Dark Jedi forces, however, clones had already begun digging in and preparing defensive positions in the buildings lining the streets.  These were in turn reinforced by a few Jedi Knights and their padawans.  But these would be a mere hurdle for the hordes of mercenaries.  <br/><br/>If the airfield was to hold, than the flanking forces would need to be dealt with once way or another.</div>