The Weaving Force: Chapter 128 (Patreon)

Chapter 128:

Anakin:

Anakin largely found that managing a fleet had one of two ‘modes’

Either relatively boring and uneventful, telling the ships of the fleet the coordinates and everyone moving in a general same direction until they arrived, hopefully with nothing being set on fire along the way.

Or, soul crushing pressure in the middle of a battle where hundreds of thousands of lives rested on your decisions and the individual captains and crews trusted your word to carry out their maneuvers and tactics to pull a victory out of their collective hats.

There was pretty much nothing in between. 

Right now, floating above Yavin, coordinating troop pickups and drop offs, maintaining geo-synchronous orbit above the moon, and checking in with the Padawans and other ship captains of the escort cruisers- they were pretty much on ‘easy’ and ‘boring’ mode.

Which, contrary to what Obi-Wan said, he could appreciate.  He didn’t need constant life or death situations. 

But still, it was very boring. The only entertainment available, if one could call it that, was contacting Taylor, Victoria and Obi-Wan on the ground for on the hour progress reports. Victoria and her Silver Wings had already set up a cordon around the whole of her designated temple, with flying patrols and search parties already fanning out far and wide across the thick jungles. 

They hadn’t found the survivors yet but the Jetpack troopers had already picked up confirmed ion residue. That ship had landed on this planet.

Obi-Wan was running everything by the book, the 212th had secured the temple, set up a basecamp, perimeter defenses, had air tight patrol schedules and search parties set up to start heading out tomorrow at first light with a full on ‘buddy’ system with droid scanned maps of the entire surrounding jungle.

Taylor was allowing the 501rst to handle the logistical side of the deployment. She was not a battalion commander, her experience was with Noble, which was fair enough. But her massive and inescapable search radius was serving her well, especially in the largest of the Masassi temples. It had a great many secret passages and hidden chambers that his men would have missed, and the sheer size of the temple itself would have made searching through it a three day project without her.

Overall, the temple was secure, and she would be heading tomorrow into the deep and expansive tunnels honeycombing its underground catacombs.

Interestingly though, she commented to him that she felt a strange… almost resonance in the temple. She’d likened it to… a sound, like a harmonious note of a nearby song.

Something in the Force, that felt almost familiar.

Anakin felt it too, even out here in orbit.

He’d be lying if he wasn’t curious. Anakin himself didn’t feel it the same way Taylor did. He wouldn’t liken it to a sound.

But it was… Something… old but also younger as impossible as that was.

But it didn’t feel dark. It didn’t feel like Maul. 

So… for now it was beyond their mission scope and given the time crunch, not a priority.

“General sir!”

Anakin looked towards the trooper, making a mental note to really invest time into learning the names of the Clones in the 212th… and 707th. Yes it was hard keeping track but he should know more than just Commander Cody and Aras. 

Aras didn’t even count! “Yes Trooper?”

The trooper held up a dataslate- “Night cycle on the moon. Teams are ready to head out for first search shift change. Just need your clearance.”

Anakin nodded. “Granted.” He should call one more time, check in with Taylor, Vicky and Obi-Wan before he headed off to get some sleep himself, the kids too, they might just stay up past the point of being useful with their first command being pseudo evaluate-

Sensor alarms blared.

Any thoughts of sleep immediately vanished from Anakin’s mind, he stood up from his seat, taking his place at the command dais. 

“212th, talk to me, what's going on?” He demanded.

“Sir, multiple signatures appearing within three  light minutes out of weapons range!” So close? “Got… Three munificents, Two Providences and One Lucrehulk!”:

Those were not small ships.

“How’d they get so close?” One of the Clones snarled, fingers flying over the holo keyboard as Anakin’s comlinks lit up as he was suddenly being hailed by the Glory, the Resolute and their six escorts.

Looks like they’d suddenly caught sight of the bad guys too.

“They must’ve used Yavin prime as a shield to mask their approach.” Anakin answered, eyes darting over to the Gas giant Yavin 4 served as moon to. That kind of maneuver wasn’t easy, especially for a fleet with tonnage on the scale of a lucrehulk. 

That meant they had a damn good Fleet commander.

So that meant either Grievous, or worse, Trench was likely in charge of that fleet.

He desperately hoped it wasn’t Trench.

He opened the channels for the Resolute, Glory and their six escorts.

“All ships, converge on the Negotiator as the rally point. We’ve got a fight on our hands. Comms contact ground crews. Tell them planetbound enemy forces incoming, to prepare evacuation.”

“Sir?” One of the Clones questioned. “They’re three light minutes out. At sub-light speeds, we should have-”

“They’re gonna do a micro jump.” He explained watching as all his allied ships began their slow, ponderous turns to get into formation.  

“This close to a gravity well!?” One of the clones balked. 

“They wouldn’t have hidden in the shadow of Yavin prime to mask their approach if they didn’t want to pounce and bring us to a fight.” He answered. It was risky, but Grievous was insane enough to do it, knowing he’d survive the risk, and Trench was just that good.

As if waiting for the words, the Lucrehulk of all things zoomed forward, practically materializing directly over the planet, 

Anakin saw the ship rock and shudder, the gravity whiplash tearing the underside of one of its wings wide open, metal, droids and starfighters burning up as they fell into the planet’s gravity well and atmosphere.

But the ship survived.

And they were practically right ontop of them now.

The Lucrehulk wasted no time, opening up all hangar bays and vomiting out a small ocean of gunships, fighters, bombers, droid dropships and everything else in between. 

Two ‘formations’ moved, like a school of fish in an ocean. One headed towards the planet, and the other taking up formation around the Lucrehulk, ready to fight, the Munificents and Providence classes rushing in right behind their boss to join the fray.

They were still shy of weapons range, but only by seven or so sub-light minutes. And they were speeding all ahead full.

Straightening, he grabbed hold of his personal comlink, connecting it directly to the command dais to stay in contact before he turned and began marching off the bridge and towards the hangar; Luckily, he’d modified Obi-Wan’s starfighter to be almost as good as his. So he’d take it out for a test drive.  

His orders were conveyed back at the command dais, ringing through the bridge.

“We’ll have to engage them ship to ship. Get the crews to their fighters.”

—

Maul-

As the night sky was streaked with a million trails of fire, Maul and his brother hid at the tops of the trees.

Droid ships blasted the temples, dropships unloaded their rows upon rows of B1 battle droids, each of the wiry thin machines marching forward like a rolling thunderstorm of clanking feet towards their target.

The trade Federation fought as it always had. Bluntly. Clumsily. 

But they fought that way on Dathomir as well… and through sheer numbers they’d won.

“So many.” Savage  whispered beside him as a column of droids marched directly underneath the two of them, their synchronous steps vibrating up the great tree’s trunk. Unwittingly, he repeated Maul’s own thoughts. “Even at home, there were so many.”

“Hundreds of thousands at least.” Maul commented. He wondered if the ships had replenished their number since Dathomir. His brothers, Sisters and mother had reaped a bloody tally, but that fleet likely had a million more droids to spare before they were anywhere close to running out of metal bodies to throw.

His eyes trailed up towards the sky; and though he couldn’t see them at night, he could feel the capital ships drawing closer to eachother, ready to join in on the fight.

Droids and clones clashed not far from them. He could hear the chirping of blasters now, flashes of blue and red cutting through the thickets and trees.

Just then, a collection of small darts shot across the sky, and Maul blinked, following the trails of fire with his eyes, wondering if it was some sort of new model droid, when a burst of light refracted off their metal hides.

They weren’t droids.

“Mandalorians?”

He didn’t understand, and the five he saw paused where they flew suddenly as another explosion ripped through the air ahead of them, and another and another.

It looked like they’d found the Jedi Dallon.

And they were hesitating..

“Brother?” Savage questioned.

Maul didn’t answer, the wheels in his mind turning, clicking together as an idea rapidly took form and shape, crystalizing a second later.

“Follow me.” He demanded, before quietly leaping through the tree tops. Savage was much louder, but he obeyed well enough.

—

Komari:

She could see the exterior metals of the dropships glowing cherry red as they punched through the atmosphere

Ahead of her, the battle had already been joined. The three temples, visible at this great distance were massive beacons, wreathed in flames with pillars of black smoke rising from the forests around them. Blaster fire lit up like strobes. Vulture fighters and bomber craft strafed and dove in, having near free reign for the moment.

Well… mostly. Several explosions in the sky showed her well enough where Dallon was making her areal presence known. She would rule her particular stretch of sky.

But she couldn’t be everywhere.

The gunships and dropships touched down, far enough away so the droids could deploy safely, but even with that the sheer numbers were still unsettling the canopy, trees and thickets rustling, not to wind, but by the movement of tens of thousands of droids underneath them. 

And behind all of this, the last vicious knife to be deployed. The Mandalorians and fallen Jedi. The knife to the ribs, ready to fall on the exhausted Clones…

Not the Jedi though, at least. Not two of them. No doubt even a fallen Jedi could sense Dallon and Hebert on this world. She could damn near sense them in atmosphere. The both of them stood out in the Force like icebergs on the horizon of a black sea. 

But there; hidden, almost in the shadow of them, Obi-Wan.

She had to reach him. Hopefully before any of the others did. 

“Got word-” Ramah commented beside her in the pilots chair. “Munificent and Providence forces coming up behind us for the fourth and fifth support waves. The Pub ships are scrambling fighters, some engaging in orbit, others down here, ETA three minutes for our backup, six for the Pubs.”

She made a sound somewhere in her throat. Likely the capital ships themselves were still a few minutes away from fully engaging with proper turbolaser exchanges. But the fighter exchange might just be the deciding factor considering how small their respective fleets were, Whatever side lost the fighter and bomber trade would most likely find it impossible to achieve victory.

And if Obi-Wan was down here, and the Resolute was in the skies above… then that meant Skywalker was in a cockpit right now.

Still, she didn’t say that; because that particular fight was out of her hands.  “Not unexpected, especially with Dallon and Hebert on planet.”

That made him turn to her, surprised. “What!? They’re here!?” He demanded, fingers gripping tightly over the controls of the C-9979 dropship. “And you didn’t think to tell any of the clan!?”

“No.” She shrugged, answering blithely “If we had; likely you fabled warriors would have likely run with your tails between your legs. Grievous needs you fighting, not eating provisions on his ship.”

That, and they’d likely serve as a good distraction. The more of those were on the field, the more likely she would get less focus. Letting her do what she needed to do.

Frankly, the more of them and the fallen Jedi that died, the less resources Grievous or Sidious could pull on. Win win as far as she was concerned.

“You schutta!” The Mandalorian snarled, fingers flicking over the comlink. “Open channel to Clan Vizla. Kinsman, be aware, Hebert and Dallon confirmed present planetside!” 

There were a series of hails, no doubt plenty of clan asking for confirmation, and a location to stay far far away from.

To the west, giant plumes of fire burst across the Massassi temple. 

She wasn’t sure if that was the droid bombers doing, or Hebert at this point.

She found herself chuckling. . 

“Veer right.” She demanded. “If you’d rather avoid Dallon and Hebert that is.”

He cursed her. But still, he veered right.

Heading straight towards the place where she could sense her actual target.

Kenobi. 

—

Aras:

Aras had been serving under Dallon in the 707th for years now. He’d fought alongside and trained many of them.

They did not disappoint now.

No sooner than the klaxon of the first alarms sounded, did the men, like a hive mind controlled by Hebert, snap to full readiness. Armor was put on, jetpacks and heavy weapons strapped up, and in less than sixty seconds, the entirety of the silver wings were ready for a fight, the rest of their groundside forces didn’t take much longer than that.

As he stepped out of the area where he and the other men were getting ready to rest for the night, other clone troopers were already rushing to man the perimeter defenses.

His comlink rang, Priority.

Fingers pressed to his ear, he grunted out a curt “Ma’am.”

“Vultures and bombers breaching atmosphere, Dropships right behind them.”

The background noise varied between the high pitched chirps of fighter turbolaser fire, explosions, and the hum of a lightsaber.

“You’ve engaged them.” It was more an observation than any kind of accusation, marching forward through the base as he signaled the wings to follow behind him. “We’re on our way.”

“No don’t-” Another explosion, another screeching howl of shrieking metal. “There’s way too many! Stay near the evac points! We need to get out.”

Too many? How many could there be, for her to say that they had to retreat, especially with Hebert just a few dozen kilometers away?

He hurried his pace reaching the primary entry chamber, where the open doors let him see out into the thick Yavin jungles as Clones rushed forward, blaster fire already chirping through the night air.

Reaching the outside, he looked up.

The Yavin night, which had shown like a sheet of obsidian mere hours ago was now marked with trails of fire dark shadows of flying vessels howling through the night.

Thousands. Tens of thousands. 

An explosion off in the distance, coincided with the feedback in his ear, making him turn, seeing the blooming fireball off in the distance, Perhaps a kilometer away. If he squinted he could just see the blue of her blade. A sliver of sapphire, darting through the night. 

“We can reach you-” He offered, even as B1 and B2 droids began clanking out of the jungle, red blaster fire now exchanging with blue bolts as both sides finally engaged

“Negative. I’ll reach you!” She promised, a Vulture droid trailing fire as it fell in an out of control spin to his distant eyes. 

—

Anakin

The Starfighter engine thrummed up his whole body as he took hold of the controls, the Venator’s whole contingent of fighter craft scrambling to launch.

“Rex.” He called.

“Aye sir?” His Clone captain’s voice crackled in his ear, and Anakin took a moment to lean to the side, looking out of his viewport where the man himself was standing at the hangar bay floors. 

“You’re in charge of ship defenses while I’m gone. We get boarders, you know what to do.”

“I’ll give them the good tea.” He snarked.

“Rex.” Anakin scoffed as his fighter slipped past the hangar shields and took flight.. “Tea and biscuits you savage. What would Obi-Wan say?”

He could imagine Rex’s answering smile, all teeth and malicious joy. 

“Roger that General.”

The fighter wings rapidly began to coalesce Z-95’s, V-19’s and Arc 170’s. He flicked the comms on. “All wings sound off.” 

“Eagle Wing, ready.”

“Red Wing, on your order General.”

“Glory hounds here. Falling in behind you sir.”

“Green Wing on your left sir.”

One by one they answered him, Anakin had long since memorized every single fighter wing division in not only his ship, but Obi-Wan and Vicky’s too, giving him a rough mental tally of how many fighters, bombers and interceptors he had to work with as the glimmering lights between him and the CIS fleet came ever closer.

They were outnumbered… heavily so but that was nothing new.

He hailed the Glory and Resolute.

Instantly both Ahsoka, and Karla responded, their holos appearing at either side of him.

“Master?

“Snips, I’m assigning the Resolute to rescue ops. We’ve got to get everyone off planet, we don’t know if other CIS forces are on their way.”

She nodded. “Got it Master, what’s the plan?”

“I’m going to force an opening.” He explained. “Once we win the starfighter exchange, I want the Glory, the Negotiator and all of our support ships to press the attack. You meanwhile will descend into atmosphere to provide close range support and pull out our ground forces.

Ahsoka frowned, no doubt she realized the risk. Getting low, in atmosphere, meant the ship would be in the gravity well, so most of her power would have to go to engines to stay afloat.

Which meant if they got hit by enemy turbolaser fire from above- they’d be sitting ducks.

But still, after a second, she nodded. “We’ll get them out Master.”

“Good, Kar-” R2 suddenly blooped and screeched, bringing Anakin’s attention to him. “What is it R2?”

His faithful blue droid blooped and bleeped, screeching out an almost intelligible babble in binary before he simply shoved the image he captured on sensors right into his ship’s screen.

Anakin squinted, and then felt his heart stutter with an uncharacteristic fear.

And yes. It was fear.

“Confirmed.” He growled. “The Soulless One sighted.” He chewed on his next words and he saw the instant Karla recognized the potential danger. He nodded, not looking at her. “I’ll move to intercept. But Karla, prepare for boarders. All heavy weapons and full defensive loadouts.”

The Soulless One was a custom Belbullab-22 Starfighter.

Grievous’ personal ship. 

If he was here, in space. That meant he likely had one target he was gunning for.

The Glory.

If he got on that ship, and Vicky wasn’t there…

He saw Karla’s eyes, wide with a momentary fear before she shut it down, her fear and damn near everything else, evaporating like morning mist.

“We’ll be ready” She swore.

Anakin frowned.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.

Because he fully intended to blow the cyborg bastard out of the sky before he got the change.

Grievous had stepped into Anakin’s arena.

In spite of himself, he felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“This is where the fun begins.”

—

Guelzo

The gun barked in his hand, the gun’s kick thrumming up his arm as the bullet smashed into Beskar plate, the Mandalorian warrior staggered, but still pulled the trigger on his heavy repeater with a roar, the spooling barrels spitting out bolts that sent Guelzo diving for cover, poison green plasma ripping the jungle and temple stonework to pieces around him. 

They were lucky that the General had freed up so many resources to put up defenses since she could handle searching the temple, cause it looked like the whole damn droid army decided that the big temple was the best target to hit en masse. 

A single high powered anti materiel shot lanced out of the temple heights, a yellow beam  leaving a headache bright energy lance that he recognized instantly and the split second of faltering fire was the only opening Guelzo needed as he rushed out of his cover with a screech from his jetpack.

The Mandalorian’s helmet had been torn open, letting Guelzo see the white of one eye through the smoking ruin as the man tried to bring his weapon to bear.

Too late.

He pulled the knife with a single fluid motion, never shifting his jetpack driven trajectory as he brought the knife up, practically pressing the pommel into his palm and the back of his hand into his own shoulder to drive forward with full force, blade punching through eye, brain skull and brain with a crunch and a squelch.

“Incoming, commander.” Weber cautioned, another lance of yellow energy cutting through the night above to rip through the engine of a HMP droid gunship. The fireball bursting like a sunburst in the black of night, letting him see the gunship list and begin to descend, crashing into the trees.

The thing fell with a sound of torn metal and crunching wood, the flames catching on the greenery, its flickering light letting him see just a drop of the ocean of droids marching implacably forward. 

LAAT gunships soared down from above, neon green laser’s bursting out of their underside pods while missiles shrieked through the night air.

Some circled above, providing air support,  firing into the ground, and meeting the droid fighters where they could. others touched down on the temple grounds already under fire, but their bays were empty.

The 501rst was organized, disciplined. Their Clone captain barked quick orders and almost seamlessly, men left their positions and rushed towards the gunships, boarding them to evac.

The droids pushed forward, pressing the attack as the lines thinned.

It should be a problem. Would be.

If they were with anyone else.

But as the droids rushed, all at once, the forest came alive.

Guelzo smiled as he heard the deafening, all encompassing sound… of buzzing.

Flies the size of fists rushed out of the forests to rip Vulture droids out of the sky. A swarm that shifted and changed colors like a rainbow fell on the droids like a tide, almost literally, bite by bite peeling the metal off of the droids frames as it tore them to shards of metallic dust. Monstrous spiders  and scorpions the size of speeder bikes tore out of the underbrush, claws, pincers and fangs ripping through tank armor and droids like paper.

Mandalorian jetpacks howled as the men tried to escape, but choked exhausts and devoured flesh was the only thing they were going to find for their efforts.

“Noble!”

The swarm hissed, pulsing with an eerie yellow glow three times, in sequence, drawing his eye behind him and to his right, where he found General Taylor standing next to Asimov and Pratchett, the yellow eyes of her mask almost glowing in the gloom of the Yavin night. 

Guelzo double timed it to fall in, spying Cid,  and hearing Weber’s jump pack screaming as the sniper descended on wings of fire. 

The General stood still, the Yavin born swarm coming alive around what seemed like the whole of the planet as Noble gathered at her side.

“They’re trying to tie me down here.” She said. “They’re sending the bulk of their infantry here. But its mostly B-1’s.

“Why?” Cid asked. “You’ll rip em to shreds.”

She would yes… then that meant-

“They’ll be sending the bulk of their heavy forces to the other temples while bogging her down here” Asimov explained. “Even if the General kills a million droids, if they succeed in overwhelming General Kenobi, or worse, isolating General Dallon well… good trade for them.” He grimaced.

The General went quiet, her body eerily still even as their 501rst brothers cheered as one of those massive scorpions ripped the turret off of a tank, a hive of the rainbow colored swarm descending into the machine to tear it apart from the inside.

Finally, she reached a decision. “Noble. New orders.”

The men straightened, spines stiffening as the woman pulled up a holo map. “Get on speeders, link up with Obi-Wan. I’ll stay here, cover the 501rst evac”

“General Kenobi? Not General Dallon?” Wolfe asked. 

“Compared to me and Vicky, if they hit him hard enough, he’s the easiest to overwhelm. Get on your speeders, give him backup. We’ve already seen Mandalorians, if there are Sith, or fallen Jedi on this world, they’ll sense me and Vicky from miles away, avoiding us and going after him.” She explained. “So go. Help him and the 212th, I can manage on my own. 

“Ma’am. Permission for one of us to stay behind with you.” Guelzo demanded, adding hastily- “Knowing at least one of us is with you, the rest of us won’t be distracted worrying.”

He could almost feel her frown at the brazen manipulation but an explosion in the skies above them as gunships engaged with fighters, trying to punch through the enemy air support to reach them made her curse sharply

“Fine. One can stay, Go!” 

Guelzo nodded. “Pratchett, you’re in command.” He barked at the medic. “I’ll stay.”

—

Obi-Wan

“General! I see more, approaching from the south!”

“Confirmed sighting! Confirmed sighting! Sith are in the battle zone! I repeat! Sith are-”

“212th you’ve got to give us space on that LZ-”

Obi-Wan let the wave of noise and screams wash over him, a tide of chaos trying to batter down a rock.

His lightsaber flashed, a glimmer of blue in the dark as red laser fire illuminated the advancing droids in strobing gleams of red.

Lightsaber blades lit up, crude imitations as Jedi Hunter droids rushed forward, bee-lining straight towards him.

His men of the returned fire at his sides, the few that targeted the hunter droids hit nothing but air as the droids darted and weaved between the shots, preternatural speed and programming letting them mimic a Jedi’s skill.

A poor imitation at that.

As they drew near, and the B1’s and B2’s diverted fire to avoid hitting them, Obi-Wan slipped from Soresu to the Makashi, raising his blade straight up, and flourishing as the metal attack dogs lunged at him. 

One leapt high, the other low, Obi-Wan didn’t bother to really move. His blade intercepting the droid that had leapt, deflecting the swipe of his blade as his free hand shoved downward, the other droid falling flat on its face into the mud and dirt as Telekenetics shoved it downward.

It tried to push itself up, to brute strength past Obi-Wan’s force manipulation. 

But before it’s hands could even begin pushing off the floor, a single swing of his blade cut the tin soldier’s head clean off, that same movement  carrying him through a swift about face turn, just in time to deflect the first droids strike at his exposed back.

It struck with both blades. The thing’s technique was near flawless, as it always was. 

“All of the textbook knowledge with no understanding.” He drolly commented, single blade moving like quicksilver, free hand behind his back before-

He pivoted, his saber crackling against the droids as he grabbed hold of the thing’s wrist, yanking it forward into an over extension and pulling both blades up and over to meet a sudden third.

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed the smile on his face showing all teeth. “Master Quarmall.”

The Abyssian pressed his attack and Obi-Wan, still manhandling the now resisting droid, all but shoved the metal monster, lit lightsaber blades and all into the fallen Master’s way.

The automaton very nearly did clip Quarmall’s legs with the sabers as it struggled to regain its balance, but the fallen Jedi, frustrated and angry swung with his double bladed saber, cutting it to pieces before rushing Obi-Wan. “I FOUND KENOBI!” He roared into what must’ve been a commlink.

Obi-Wan once more assumed his stance for the Makashi,  meeting blade upon blade, falling back. Clones fired on the ‘Sith’ giving him some breathing room to press the attack even as he sensed two other hostile Force signatures closing in rapidly. 

In the skies above, Mandalorians on Jetpacks hooted and hollered, laughing as they descended from above, Blaster fire, flamethrowers and grenades tearing into the already hard pressed Clone division. 

One grenade came too close, and so, barely missing a beat between a rapid fire saber exchange with Master Quarmall, Obi-Wan used the Force to send it sailing right back, the Mandalorian barely even realizing the danger he was in due to the dark of night before the thermal detonator smacked solidly against his helmet.

It went off, and that was one less problem to deal with.

Anakin would send help.

They just had to survive long enough for him to do that.

—

Maul:

The body thrashed and kicked under his grip, the so called warrior trying desperately to fight him off as Maul squeezed tightly, feeling the neck of his victim constricting under his fingertips.

He stared into the Mandalorian’s visor, letting him see the burning red of his own eyes reflected in the mirror sheen polish.

Savage was done with his kill, having yanked off the beskar helmet, and brutally beaten its previous owner’s skull in with it.

The armor wouldn’t fit perfectly.

But it would fit well enough.

The com-link, resting mere feet away in the grass chimed. 

“This is Vizsla, all Mandalorian forces, proceed towards the eastern temple- We’ll concentrate our forces and overwhelm each temple one by one. I’ve already gotten confirmation the Sith and their hunter droids will be joining us in the assault-”

The eastern temple…

Kenobi.

The Mandalorians were avoiding combat with the others and would be focusing on Kenobi.

Maul felt a smile fall across his face and it had nothing to do with the crunch of a crushed throat beneath his fingers.(X)(X)(X)

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