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GAR INTELLIGENCE DOSSIER
CLASSIFIED - EYES ONLY
Grand Army of the Republic – 253rd Elite Legion
Secure Archive Reference: GAMOR-OP-BRAVO-CC1749-PT018
MISSION LOG ENTRY:
DESIGNATION: Protector-018 "Galaar"
UNIT: Vornskr Squad, First Regiment "Bralor's First"
Operation Codename: Couriers of Cruelty
LOCATION: UNKNOWN
DATE OF ENTRY: [REDACTED]
SECURITY CLEARENCE: LEVEL 4 – RESTRICTED ACCESS
STATUS: LEGION OBJECTIVE ALPHA: In Progress
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[FIELD LOG]
//..... REQUESTING ACCESS
//....AUTHORIZATION [REDACTED]
//.....ACCESS GRANTED
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//...BEGIN PLAYBACK
"We had barely managed to board the Zygerrian ship before it fled Gamor. The raid had been successful, we had shut down the slavers' operation on the planet, capturing dozens of Zygerrians, their ships, and the contraband they’d been moving. We’d purposely allowed several Zygerrian vessels to escape, hoping to tail them back to their main base of operations. Command had deemed it necessary to determine whether they were being backed by the Zygerrian government, or possibly even the CIS.
Despite having infiltration teams on standby, Command had ordered me to halt my interrogation of the prisoners my squad had secured and to board a Zygerrian ship they’d somehow overlooked before it could lift off. With no time to rally the rest of my squad, I grabbed Spade and Rook, and the three of us made a run for it. The ship was already lifting off when we arrived, but using grappling hooks, we managed to latch on and pull ourselves aboard. We took down the deckhand before he could seal the cargo hold and sound the alarm.
The ship was a modified YV-865 Aurore-class freighter, and we found ourselves in a dimly lit cargo bay packed with cages holding all kinds of exotic creatures. They’d been agitated by the ship’s sudden departure, lashing out at the bars. Fortunately, the cages held, at least for the moment.
The Zygerrian crew must’ve heard the shot that dropped the deckhand, because they were waiting for us. A slaver clad in a massive suit of furs and armor, emerged from the shadows, swinging a heavy electrostaff. Before I could react, he’d slammed it into my helmet, tearing it off and sending me crashing to the deck. I was stunned, and with my vision blurred, I watched as Spade and Rook unloaded a steady stream of blue blaster bolts into the brute.
I reached for my blasters, only to feel one slip through the bars of a cage built into the deck. Cursing, I raised my remaining DC-17 and opened fire on the unarmored Zygerrians closing in from behind the portside cages.
Somewhere in the chaos, we’d ended up switching positions with the crew, our backs were now to the blast door that lead deeper into the ship, and theirs to the hold. I could hear Rook behind me, frantically working to slice the door, while Spade and I laid down suppressive fire to keep the slavers pinned.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, Rook pulled me through the now-open blast door. As I stumbled backward, I heard Spade bark out a laugh before slamming his fist into a control panel on the wall of the hold.
In an instant, every cage dropped, their magnetic locks disengaged. The creatures, already agitated, went feral. They burst out and descended on the remaining Zygerrians. A Nexu took down the armored slaver in seconds; I heard his scream as its jaws clamped around his head. A moment later, the blast doors slammed shut, sealing the crew inside with the beasts.
From there, we’d pushed on to the bridge. It was deserted, the ship on autopilot.
We had taken the vessel."
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///...LOG COMPLETE
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I'm so behind here :'( This MOC I made in December of last year. I'll try to catch up with my Instagram posts soon!!
Story below.
Here is my latest MOC for the 253rd Elite Legion RPG! I´m really glad I finally got to use the vehicle I made in a build! I hope you guys enjoy it too!
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“On a narrow, treacherous canyon path on the planet Ryloth the 253rd Elite Legion is in hot pursuit of Jagserd Merad, a Zygerrian slave captain. The mission: eliminate him, free the captured Twi’leks, and put his convoy to a halt on their way to Lessu.
The canyon walls rise steeply, their jagged edges offering little protection. The harsh desert sun casts a golden hue over the dust-choked air as the soldiers, Twi'lek freedom fighters, and clone troopers prepare for a mission that could change the fate of many.
Captain Muun is racing ahead on his speeder bike, cutting through the narrow canyon path. The rest of the 253rd, with the help of the Twi'leks, have positioned themselves on the rocky ledges above, setting up an ambush to take down Merad’s convoy.
The air is thick with tension as the sounds of blaster shots echo throughout the canyon. They managed to take out some of the convoy vehicles with EMP mines. The clones on the high ground are firing down on the leading vehicle, trying to disable it with precision shots. The Twi'leks, using DC-15a’s and stolen Separatist blasters, are assisting where they can.
Merad’s convoy is now trapped, but the Zygerrian captain isn't giving up without a fight. His vehicle tries to evade the incoming blasterfire. He orders his crew to retaliate, returning fire toward the clones and Twi'leks positioned on the cliffs.
Captain Muun pushes his speeder bike harder, weaving in and out of the canyon's curves, trying to get ahead of the convoy and cut off any escape routes.
Above, the clones and Twi'leks are working together seamlessly, coordinating their shots and movements with deadly precision. The canyon is alive with the sound of battle—laser fire cracking through the air, explosions shaking the ground, and the roar of engines as speeder bikes zoom through the dust.”
Relayed message to Lord [redacted]. Message will self-destruct after playback.
It is as your eminence predicted. The Hutts are in disarray, having been unable to stabilize their economy after Jakku. The New Republic is continuously pushing sanctions against systems in Hutt Space, condemning slave trade and illicit drug production. Hutt interest in Oba Diah is increasing, since they started to prosper, aided by [redacted], a recent benefactor.
We have arranged meetings with the Besadii on Sleheyron. I am confident that we will be able to take over their tibanna refineries in exchange for saving their slave trade. We are working with the garrison on Mogoshyn, and they have agreed to support this operation with equipment, and ancillary specialists to get the refineries back to peak production.
If the deal goes through, I estimate that we will be looking at several thousand slaves. We will need to do a work-ready assessment in transit. I need confirmation for the location [redacted] of the first slave shipments.
I will report back once the deal is done.
- Lord Siv Korho
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Exploring the ideas around a less known Hutt system like Sleheyron has been interesting. There's not a lot of story material on Sleheyron, but it is a prominent world with enough interesting details (Slave trade, Tibanna refinement etc.). I imagine Sleheyron is a more run-down and gritty version of Nar Shaddaa. This also shows the less "Imperial" side of the SCS. Clandestine dealings in order to keep the wheels turning.
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Mission 7.3: Retribution on Ryloth
Mission Log: The holo-bridge was back-up and running and we were back to the battle! Actually quite are mission was different than taking out and entire squad of clankers… No we were told to free the Twileks from the inner part of the city and to use backstreets and corridors to reach them! With that in mind we snuck pass droids when we discovered a lone Zygerrian! We all decided to get into position and ready to move on the target!
Hey how’s it going everyone I hope you all enjoyed the small mission log and the build overall! It took quite a bit of time to get the building all right using techniques I’ve never used before and pieces I’ve wanted to use in unique ways! I also wanted to up my photography skills a bit more with this one as well as my fig placement and some dynamic movement borrowed from @wg_productions_ @tinyfronts! I wanted to really enhance the build with same very Starwars type of building using a couple of different colors i.e sand blue and light nougat! Regardless I hope you guys enjoy this build let me know what you think of it and I’ll see you guys next time!
Tags #lego #clonewars #zygerrian #separtistsalliance #26 #afol #starwars #starwarsfan #legophoto #501st
Excerpt from Cpt. Grim’s log: I guess the General felt bad for the Tund fallacy. Anyways, I was offered a permanent captain’s plaque. Being tired of working to find work, I accepted. My first official mission sent me to Kowak. Good soldiers follow orders!
Some time later...
Turned out it wasn’t the locals, or the Zygerrians that resisted our presence. It was the fauna. Luckily, a dozen D-63 Incinerators kept most wildlife out of our camps.
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One of my last entries for Factions 1.0 - really fun to work more with vegetation...
Thanks, and credits to @Gubi0222 for the speeder bike design!
A remake of a way old post of mine.
Top Row:
Flash Allen, Fastest pilot in the galaxy. Ar'tur Kory, Nautolan Jedi Knight. J'onn J'onnz, M'arzzian Jedi Master. Har-Lay Q'nn, Sith Apprentice. Raz'al Guul, ancient Sith master. Ozvaldi, the crime boss known as "The Porg"
Bottom Row:
AF-R3D, a high class protocol droid. Di-Ana, Jedi Knight and master combatant. The B.A.T. Trooper, a rouge experimental trooper. Jedi Knight Kal-El. Sith Scientist Lex Lu-Thar. Rogue Sith lord Jo-Kaar. Slade, the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. and Sylina Ky'lle, the Zygerrian master thief.
GAR INTELLIGENCE DOSSIER
CLASSIFIED - EYES ONLY
Grand Army of the Republic – 253rd Elite Legion
Secure Archive Reference: GAMOR-OP-CC1749-PT018
MISSION LOG ENTRY:
DESIGNATION: Protector-018 "Galaar"
UNIT: Vornskr Squad, First Regiment "Bralor's First"
Operation Codename: Couriers of Cruelty
LOCATION: Gamor, Outer Rim Territories
DATE OF ENTRY: [REDACTED]
SECURITY CLEARENCE: LEVEL 4 – RESTRICTED ACCESS
STATUS: Completed Recon, Awaiting Further Orders
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[FIELD LOG]
//..... REQUESTING ACCESS
//....AUTHORIZATION [REDACTED]
//.....ACCESS GRANTED
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//...BEGIN PLAYBACK
"The LAATi dropped us off in the middle of a swamp about fifteen clicks southeast of the city. It took us most of the night to reach the rally point. As we had to fight our way through thick jungle and waist-deep swamp water. Once we reached the rally point, we linked up with a 253rd SpecWar Operative [REDACTED] who gave us our updated orders. A local fisherman had sold intel to SpecWar—he claimed he’d seen armed Zygerrians moving cargo at a warehouse facing the swamp along the city's edge. According to him, they’d been offloading shipments from speeders that showed up every day from somewhere deeper in the jungle. For the right amount of credits, he was willing to point us in the right direction.
Given that Gamor is under Separatist control, I made the call to avoid the city proper. CIS presence here was light, but that wouldn’t matter if someone caught sight of clone armor moving through the crowded markets. Stealth was the only option.
We loaded onto the fisherman’s skiff just before dawn. It was a quiet ride across the water, with no complications. He dropped us near the warehouse district as planned. We made landfall and kept to the shadows along the less-traveled part of the wharf. That’s where we spotted two Zygerrians—armed with E-5 blasters—heading away from the warehouse complex and moving north, toward what looked like a residential quarter.
I left Spade and Jester behind on overwatch while the rest of us tailed the targets. They led us to a blue, multi-story residential unit. There were no guards on the perimeter, but several more Zygerrians greeted them at the entrance—one of which was carrying an electrostaff. As soon as I saw him, I knew we had something. Confirmed visual ID on one of Merad’s known enforcers. The pair we were following went inside and the staff-wielder began to move towards our position. With the location of Merad's Gang in the city confirmed I gave the order to fall back to avoid detection.
We exfilled the area without any issues and regrouped with Spade and Jester at the original warehouse to await further orders."
//.... [END LOG]
ATTACHED FILES:
[Holocam Recon Footage] – ZYG-CONTACTS-NORTHSECTOR_4127.VID
[Topographic Map Overlay] – GAMOR_EAST_URBAN_APPROACH.SIM
[ID Confirmation Sheet] – ZYG-PERSONNEL-MERAD_ENF04.PROF
[Voice Capture Snippet] – FISHERMAN-INFORMANT-AUDIO.LOG
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Excerpt from Cpt. Grim’s log: I guess the General felt bad for the Tund fallacy. Anyways, I was offered a permanent captain’s plaque. Being tired of working to find work, I accepted. My first official mission sent me to Kowak. Good soldiers follow orders!
Some time later...
Turned out it wasn’t the locals, or the Zygerrians that resisted our presence. It was the fauna. Luckily, a dozen D-63 Incinerators kept most wildlife out of our camps.
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One of my last entries for Factions 1.0 - really fun to work more with vegetation...
Excerpt from Cpt. Grim’s log: I guess the General felt bad for the Tund fallacy. Anyways, I was offered a permanent captain’s plaque. Being tired of working to find work, I accepted. My first official mission sent me to Kowak. Good soldiers follow orders!
Some time later...
Turned out it wasn’t the locals, or the Zygerrians that resisted our presence. It was the fauna. Luckily, a dozen D-63 Incinerators kept most wildlife out of our camps.
///
One of my last entries for Factions 1.0 - really fun to work more with vegetation...
Thanks, and credits to @Gubi0222 for the speeder bike design!
DESIGNATION: Protector-018
NICKNAME: Galaar
RANK: ARC Captain Grade 1
UNIT: Vornskr, First Regiment, "Bralor's First", 253rd Elite Clone Legion
"Get across the bridge! Go! Go! Go!"
The energy bridge sprang to life before us, a brilliant pillar of blue energy stretching across the vast canyon that separated the Grand Army and the Twi'lek Resistance from the city of Lessu. The Twi'leks cried out, urging their Blurrgs forward and charged, thundering across the bridge towards the front gates of their capital city. Behind them, Clone Troopers from the 91st followed, running across the shimmering energy and taking up positions among the abandoned huts scattered across the barren land between the canyon and Lessu's towering walls.
While the Twi'leks and the 91st kept the Separatist commanders' attention on Lessu’s main gate, my squad made our way toward a smaller energy bridge on the southern side of the city. This bridge had been discovered by my scout, Chekar. Though too small for a large-scale assault, he had deemed it perfect for our needs. The Separatists had rounded up the city’s inhabitants, and were using them as human shields to prevent our heavy weapons from targeting the city's defenses. The 253rd's mission was to infiltrate Lessu and rescue these hostages before they could be caught in the crossfire.
As we neared the bridge, I heard Chekar curse over the squad net. He had spotted battle droids.
On the far side of the bridge, several B1 battle droids stood guard, while others were busy moving cargo behind the city walls. It seemed we wouldn't make it into the city undetected after all. I gave the command, and Vornskr opened fire, wiping out the B1s in seconds.
Leaving my heavy weapons team behind to cover the walls, I led the rest of Vornskr in a mad dash across the narrow energy bridge and into the city. Our charge was cut short under the gatehouse by a squad of super battle droids. The ensuing firefight was brief and brutal, but it did little to slow our momentum.
We fanned out into the buildings surrounding our objective. Below us in a large courtyard, nearly a hundred civilians were held captive, guarded by a handful of battle droids and, to my surprise, Zygerrian soldiers. Though unexpected, their presence mattered little. Once my squad had identified their targets, I gave the order. Blaster fire erupted, and below, the Twi'leks' captors fell."
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It's been a minute.
2024 was a super busy year for me and unfortunately 2025 looks like it'll be much of the same. Despite that I fully intend to complete a few more 253rd missions over the course of the next year, and who knows maybe a few other build.
As far as the build goes, I wanted to go for a more sandstone castle esque look as opposed to the Lessu we see in the Clone Wars, and while I got a little distracted and the gate house turned out to be a lot taller than I intended for, I'm happy with the build. As for the photo, still messing around with my new camera and I've been unable to find a large enough sheet of poster paper to serve as a back drop so concrete will have to do for now.
Anyway if you read this far, please let me know what you think and thanks for stopping by!
DESIGNATION: Protector-018
NICKNAME: Galaar
RANK: ARC Captain Grade 1
UNIT: Vornskr, First Regiment, "Bralor's First", 253rd Elite Clone Legion
"When I arrived at the Zygerrian camp with the rest of Vornskr in tow, Jagserd Merad and his slaver outfit had already left the system. We had been delayed by a company of retreating battle droids trying to flee down the southern highway from Lessu. Fortunately, Chekar managed to bypass the battle droids and reach the Zygerrian camp while they were still in the process of loading their ships. He had successfully completed our objective, attaching a homing device to Merad's freighter before it lifted off.
I entered the camp to find Chekar standing over an abandoned holotable, examining something on a datapad. Looking up, he greeted me and informed me that he was in the process of recovering the files left behind by the Zygerrians. It was a lengthy process, but one that would prove to be well worth the time.
From the files Chekar recovered, we realized the true extent of Jagserd Merad's involvement on Ryloth. He wasn’t just another outlaw aligned with the Separatists for personal gain, but in fact an agent of the Zygerrian crown. When I reported this to Legion Command, General Kaolin found the news deeply disturbing. If Merad was aligned with the Zygerrian Government, it would signal a resurgence of the Zygerrian slave empire, something the Jedi and the Republic could not allow. Zygerria immediately became the Legion’s top priority. General Kaolin ordered the Legion to hunt down Merad and ascertain the true involvement of Zygerria in his operations, if the slaver's were trying to rebuild their empire we were to stop them no matter the cost.
Once we had finished canvassing the Zygerrian camp for any useful information, we returned to the Absolver. The hunt had begun..."
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Can't believe it took me over a year to complete the 253rd's Mission 7. The next mission takes place on the swamp planet Gamor, the setting is proving a bit troublesome to build for, I have a couple good ideas, but the terrain and foliage has me a bit stumped. Anyway stay tuned for the next mission and thanks for stopping by!
DESIGNATION: Protector-016
NICKNAME: Xiph
RANK: ARC Captain
LEGION: 253rd LEGION
*START LOG*
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After the ambush the Separatist Forces were in full retreat.
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Our contacts within the Twi'lek resistance have reported that these attacks are being coordinated by a Zygerrian captain named Jagserd Merad and their intel suggests that Techno Union leader Wat Tambor has given Merad full permission to pillage and raze any Twi'lek settlement in his path as he fights his way back to the capital city. The Republic Judicial Department has a warrant for Merad from before the outbreak of the war, he was a known slaver and warlord for the Zygerrian Empire and managed to evade capture by both the Jedi Order and Republic Security Forces during their anti-slaving mission in the Outer-Rim.
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The Twi'leks believe he will take the canyon road to Lessu as the terrain will provide natural protection against attacks from the ground, however the Twi'leks believe they know a spot where we can successfully ambush his convoy.
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So we set foot to our spot. When we arrived at the spot we saw Merad and his convoy coming right towards us.
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When they were right beneath us we jumped right onto the convoy and opened fire.
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*END LOG*
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Sleheyron Slave District - No figs.
Exploring the ideas around a less known Hutt system like Sleheyron has been interesting. There's not a lot of story material on Sleheyron, but it is a prominent world with enough interesting details (Slave trade, Tibanna refinement etc.). I imagine Sleheyron is a more run-down and gritty version of Nar Shaddaa. This also shows the less "Imperial" side of the SCS. Clandestine dealings in order to keep the wheels turning.
See more at SW Factions: swfactions.net/community/main-forum/a-slaves-fate-rebuild...
Thanks for watching!
Yes I'm still doing these ;) And continuing my apparent trend of choosing Ring Worlds based of the animated TV shows, I give you the escape from Kadavo. I love it when star wars' space/aerial scenes have something out of the ordinary going on (especially when its a hammerhead corvette pushing two star destroyers over a shield gate :P) but this scene from The Clone Wars season 4 caught my eye as I thought it would make a nice Ring World too!
Let me know what you think! Suggestions for other Ring Worlds are always welcome :D
The Hutt barge made a hissing noise as it left of in the distance. The massive Hutt crept around facing the full vista of slave districts. "Jee waueoo cay bargon". The Kyuzo nodded. "It is a good deal.. Sleheyron will be prosperous again!"
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I'm so behind here :'( This MOC I made in December of last year. I'll try to catch up with my Instagram posts soon!!
Story below.
Here is my latest MOC for the 253rd Elite Legion RPG! I´m really glad I finally got to use the vehicle I made in a build! I hope you guys enjoy it too!
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“On a narrow, treacherous canyon path on the planet Ryloth the 253rd Elite Legion is in hot pursuit of Jagserd Merad, a Zygerrian slave captain. The mission: eliminate him, free the captured Twi’leks, and put his convoy to a halt on their way to Lessu.
The canyon walls rise steeply, their jagged edges offering little protection. The harsh desert sun casts a golden hue over the dust-choked air as the soldiers, Twi'lek freedom fighters, and clone troopers prepare for a mission that could change the fate of many.
Captain Muun is racing ahead on his speeder bike, cutting through the narrow canyon path. The rest of the 253rd, with the help of the Twi'leks, have positioned themselves on the rocky ledges above, setting up an ambush to take down Merad’s convoy.
The air is thick with tension as the sounds of blaster shots echo throughout the canyon. They managed to take out some of the convoy vehicles with EMP mines. The clones on the high ground are firing down on the leading vehicle, trying to disable it with precision shots. The Twi'leks, using DC-15a’s and stolen Separatist blasters, are assisting where they can.
Merad’s convoy is now trapped, but the Zygerrian captain isn't giving up without a fight. His vehicle tries to evade the incoming blasterfire. He orders his crew to retaliate, returning fire toward the clones and Twi'leks positioned on the cliffs.
Captain Muun pushes his speeder bike harder, weaving in and out of the canyon's curves, trying to get ahead of the convoy and cut off any escape routes.
Above, the clones and Twi'leks are working together seamlessly, coordinating their shots and movements with deadly precision. The canyon is alive with the sound of battle—laser fire cracking through the air, explosions shaking the ground, and the roar of engines as speeder bikes zoom through the dust.”
Disguises: Vol. 3 [Star Wars Minifigs #26] from Star Wars - Minifigs Series
Here's the final part in this mini-series! Hope you like the figs, these were really fun to make!
L-R:
- Lando Calrissian (Skiff Guard)
- Tag & Bink (Stormtroopers)
- Ahsoka Tano (Zygerrian Slave)
- Kylo Ren (Matt the Radar Technician)
- Jyn Erso (Imperial Ground Crew)
- K-2SO (Imperial K-Unit)
- Cassian Andor (Imperial Officer)
- Clone Trooper (Jedi Knight)
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DESIGNATION: Protector-018
NICKNAME: Galaar
RANK: ARC Captain Grade 1
UNIT: Vornskr, First Regiment, "Bralor's First", 253rd Elite Clone Legion
"It didn't take long for Jagserd Merad and his Zygerrian forces to appear, the presence of his approaching convoy given away by the massive cloud of dust left in its wake. Our objective was simple, remove Merad from the field and further isolate Wat Tambor, but accomplishing this was easier said than done. Merad a Zygerrian captain, had been waging a brutal fighting withdrawal since the complete collapse Separatist forces outside of the capital several rotations ago. As a result of his campaign Merad had taken a large number of Twi'lek civilians hostage and was taking them with him to Lessu. Their presence in Merad's convoy meant that we couldn't just strike it from the air, or drop the cliff ontop of them as they traversed the narrow canyon road. Naturally the Jedi Generals in charge of the Ryloth Campaign thought that if anyone could pull this off the 253rd could. After linking up with scouts from the local Twi'lek resistance we established an ambush site along a sharp bend in the road, the plan was simple use EMP weapons and Sniper fire from above to box in the convoy while I lead Vornskr in a frontal assualt . Merad's convoy would be trapped between a towering wall of rock and a steep drop into the void with no where to go and now way to maneuver. If everything went according to plan Vornskr would be able to close with and disable each speeder in the convoy one at a time, his heavy weapons useless as any explosion would risk dropping the convoy into the abyss bellow. As the convoy began to close with us blaster fire rang out from above disabling the lead speeder and causing the convoy to grind to a halt, I gave the signal and lead my forward rushing into the surprised Zygerrian soldiers. With no way to support each other the Zygerrian speeders and tanks were captured or destroyed one by one, the Twi'leks freed and the Zygerrians killed or taken prisoner. Ultimately the Zygerrians didn't put up much of a fight, the surprise and ferocity of our assualt proving to be too much for the slavers, who until now had seen little combat against Republic forces without droid support. Now all we had to do was identify Merad and let command know that our mission was a success."
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Was going for a BTR-ZD look for the Landspeeder, and honestly it was kinda fun to build a sizable vehicle, though I'm not sure how well I would have faired if it wasn't a speeder and required wheels or tracks. I have a castle tower in the works and I'm hoping to get that wrapped up and posted before the new year, so until then thanks for stopping by and have a good one!
- Tommy
Mission Log: Not too long after my squad had extinguished the Techno Union officer we had a new mission… eliminate Merad and save the Twi’leks from being sold like cattle…
My squad with our dark blue armor was too detonate the cliffs to destroy the Separatists vehicles and Zygerrians we were onto the cliff when we have successful detonated the cliffs in the front of us vehicles exploding and straps going flying with heaps of metal and bodies flying everywhere. It was a mess but our job was to save these Twi’leks from these scum… We made it to the back of the convoy when we observed a Zygerrian hissing at a Twi’lek to keep moving who was quite injured.. We called it in and attacked!
Hey guys I sure hope you enjoy this entry and log for this build! It took me awhile to put this together but probably my best work yet haha! Thank you to my loving girlfriend as she got me this light box yesterday for the birthday 💙 So we were able to take some awesome pictures and learn a thing or too about some photography! But let me know what you guys think in the comments and make sure to shower this build with friends as well! And thank you so much for 1400 followers as well y’all are rockstars! Thank you too @catalyst.bricks @brickopotamus for the tips on the cliff face! And to everyone else who also helped shaped this build too!💙
Life Update: So I’ve been quite busy with life in general spending time with my girlfriend, working out with her and it’s been great💙 I apologize for the slow down on builds recently I’ve been buying quite a bit of sets as well as parts lately but we will get back to building shortly and making videos for my YouTube as well! And had a really good birthday yesterday as well with my girlfriend 💙
Tags: #legophoto #253rd #253rdelitelegion #26 #birthdayboy #lego #afol #clones
A slave's fate is uncertain. Not all will get the honor of rebuilding the Empire. Some will... Please in other ways...
Excerpt from Cpt. Grim’s log: I guess the General felt bad for the Tund fallacy. Anyways, I was offered a permanent captain’s plaque. Being tired of working to find work, I accepted. My first official mission sent me to Kowak. Good soldiers follow orders!
Some time later...
Turned out it wasn’t the locals, or the Zygerrians that resisted our presence. It was the fauna. Luckily, a dozen D-63 Incinerators kept most wildlife out of our camps.
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One of my last entries for Factions 1.0 - really fun to work more with vegetation...
I'm so behind here :'( This MOC I made in December of last year. I'll try to catch up with my Instagram posts soon!!
Story below.
Here is my latest MOC for the 253rd Elite Legion RPG! I´m really glad I finally got to use the vehicle I made in a build! I hope you guys enjoy it too!
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“On a narrow, treacherous canyon path on the planet Ryloth the 253rd Elite Legion is in hot pursuit of Jagserd Merad, a Zygerrian slave captain. The mission: eliminate him, free the captured Twi’leks, and put his convoy to a halt on their way to Lessu.
The canyon walls rise steeply, their jagged edges offering little protection. The harsh desert sun casts a golden hue over the dust-choked air as the soldiers, Twi'lek freedom fighters, and clone troopers prepare for a mission that could change the fate of many.
Captain Muun is racing ahead on his speeder bike, cutting through the narrow canyon path. The rest of the 253rd, with the help of the Twi'leks, have positioned themselves on the rocky ledges above, setting up an ambush to take down Merad’s convoy.
The air is thick with tension as the sounds of blaster shots echo throughout the canyon. They managed to take out some of the convoy vehicles with EMP mines. The clones on the high ground are firing down on the leading vehicle, trying to disable it with precision shots. The Twi'leks, using DC-15a’s and stolen Separatist blasters, are assisting where they can.
Merad’s convoy is now trapped, but the Zygerrian captain isn't giving up without a fight. His vehicle tries to evade the incoming blasterfire. He orders his crew to retaliate, returning fire toward the clones and Twi'leks positioned on the cliffs.
Captain Muun pushes his speeder bike harder, weaving in and out of the canyon's curves, trying to get ahead of the convoy and cut off any escape routes.
Above, the clones and Twi'leks are working together seamlessly, coordinating their shots and movements with deadly precision. The canyon is alive with the sound of battle—laser fire cracking through the air, explosions shaking the ground, and the roar of engines as speeder bikes zoom through the dust.”
Cincinnati Comic Expo held in the Duke Energy Center in downtown Cincinnati, Ohio. Togruta are Star Wars characters.
From the web:
"Native to the planet Shili, the Togruta are notable for their striped, horn-like montrals and head-tails. The species has spread beyond their homeworld to colonies such as Kiros, which was despoiled by Zygerrian slavers during the Clone Wars. Notable Togruta include Governor Roshti of Kiros and three members of the Jedi Order: Ashla, a youngling; the Jedi Master Shaak Ti; and Anakin Skywalker’s Padawan, Ahsoka Tano."
Mission 8.1, Couriers of cruelty
The journey to the surface was short, and we were soon unloaded from the shuttle and met by the thick air of Gamor. We trudged forward, wading through the muddy waters of the marshes. Communication between the teams was kept to a minimum. However, the occasional curses of a teammate who had come across something particularly disgusting were heard clearly through the earpieces. After almost an hour of walking, we reached the longed-for 'Point Charlie,' which was nothing more than a little mound of mud, slightly drier than the surrounding terrain and hidden by tall bushes and vines. There, the boys were able to reorganize their equipment and check their weapons. We went over the action plan again. Unfortunately (or fortunately), at that moment the sun rose, beginning the six hours of daylight. I decided to postpone the raid until darkness fell, limiting myself to sending Ash and Bryce on reconnaissance. We bid farewell to our beloved muddy mass as soon as the sun began to disappear. We moved stealthily through the dense vegetation, with weapons drawn. As soon as we reached the first building, we stopped and synchronized our holomap with our position. We would be passing through a gigantic condominium complex, just below a busy market, with an opening right in front of our objective. I would take command of Vanar, leading the breach, while Shil and Ash would mingle with the crowd to take out the lookouts. 7 hours after landing from the shuttle, we began moving toward the condominium. First, I communicated to the other teams: "Vanar to Republic forces, we are about to engage in sector 9-3... over." I then signaled to my squad the start of the raid. We walked cautiously along the walls; weapons aimed at every corner or window. There wasn't a single corner not covered by a DC-15. Through the green of the macro-binoculars, the city appeared even more distorted and senseless than it already was, structures stacked on top of each other intertwined with vegetation; the lights of the markets making the view of the busiest streets blinding, though in ours there wasn’t a single streetlamp. The first communication from our guardian angels, wandering through the crowd in their cloaks, arrived as soon as we reached a service entrance of our building. It was Shil confirming the first target down. Our operation had gone into full swing without us seeing a single enemy. We entered shortly after, and as soon as we did, we had the chance to join the party. We took it brilliantly, taking down two Zygerrians in the hallway. We only encountered a couple of other enemies before we found ourselves in front of our exit. The door opened with a hiss, revealing an even more bleak and neglected environment. We moved in total synchrony, and as soon as we turned the corner, we were rewarded by a guard totally bewildered by our sight. It fell after a faint blue shimmer from the tip of my dc-17m. We found ourselves in front of a panicked Zygerrian, who trudged towards his CR2. I had pulled him up and was pulling him against the wall of the shed; when Shil burst into the radio with solemn words: "Here is Vanar 2; lookouts eliminated, but there is a convoy of 3 speeders approaching your position" A tremor struck me. I immediately looked at the Zygerrian and, after a quick risk-benefit evaluation of having a prisoner, I killed him with a blow to the back of the head. I communicated with gestures to return to the condominium; We disappeared behind the doors just in time. We agreed to meet with the rest of Shil and Ash at the point where we had stopped setting up the holo-map, now called 'Bravo Point.' We met there shortly after; then we returned to our beloved mud island to reorganize and continue the mission.
After CIS forces were dislodged from Ryloth, Jagserd Merad, an infamous and powerful Zygerrian slaver, retreated from the planet. Intercepted transmissions revealed that his fleet would pass over Gamor: The final CIS bastion in the sector; such transmissions also laid bare a sickening secret, the Zygerrian empire had buddied up with allies of the Republic. Operating on their own initiative, the 253rd commenced a covert operation to sever the head of this snake.
For the troopers of the 253rd, the operation began with a jarring exit from hyperspace. As the hand picked fire teams filtered into the Absolver’s main staging bay, they knew something was off, an unusual sight greeted them: the bay was clean and barren, missing its sprawling piles of equipment and spread of tanks and LAATs; In their place, a handful of luxurious NU and RHO class shuttles waited patiently. Instructions began blaring over the hanger speakers. In no time, the squads were loaded, and engines started spooling up.
The shuttles were jettisoned into the vast void of space; as soon as the last ship was clear, the Absolver armed its hyperdrive and blinked away. Communications were to be kept minimal, extra signals risked the mission, it was the last time the troopers would hear from home for a couple weeks.
Atmospheric entry was a roller coaster ride as always, jostling the troopers around as the burdened dropships plummeted into Gamor’s atmosphere. An inferno gathered on the nose of Tomb’s ship, the helpless troopers watched anxiously. With masterful skill and care, the pilots guided the red NU towards the ground, their chatter offering the uneasy soldiers respite.
“Hull integrity holding, deflector systems nominal.”
Finally, the descent was over, the squadron of shuttles leveling out and gliding over the dense flooded forests; the ships split off into two groups: one heading towards the outskirts of Gamor’s capital, the other out into the endless swamps. As the world zipped by in a dark green haze, the troopers were awestruck: nestled in the entwined expanse of foliage, was the Zygerrian encampment. Klicks upon klicks of ground had to be manually and tediously combed through; a general understanding of the camp’s location was known, but scans and aerial reconnaissance were off the menu. Tomb’s shoulders sank, already feeling tired just thinking about it.
The ship's speakers crackled to life —”Fire team Farang! Ready up, ETA to dropzone is two minutes.”
Weapons, rations, bags, med kits, the works had been checked thoroughly, kneeling down, the troopers ran through their gear one last time, with as much consideration as they could afford. A sudden stop, and the feeling of the floor falling out from their feet ment they had arrived. Ramp hydraulics began hissing as the last of the gear was buttoned up; the door of the cargo hold cracked open, letting in the ear splitting roar of the engines; as the ramp lowered, a flurry of cold moist air and the stench of rotten plants funneled into the cabin. Balancing his way across, Tomb approached the edge of the ramp; leaning over its edge, he scanned the world below. Dark black water chaotically wobbled beneath a patchy blanket of lime green algae; bursts of cattails and other stiff stalky plants endured the restless murky water. Hovering a few feet above it all, the ship sat perched on its engines, their force spraying the black water every which way. Stubbornly, the trees refused to surrender to the torrent of power, their branches swayed and only the leaves angrily snapped back and forth. Above, the stars barely burrowed through the dark blanket of the night sky; their slow drift through the void unnoticeable. Sucking in a breath of filtered cold air and sharply forcing it back out, Tomb leapt down, his arms outstretched like wings to stabilize his fall.
Crashing into the cold cascading water, Tomb’s knees jarred as his feet met the mucky swamp floor; the mud letting out sucking sound as it grabbed hold of his boots — the water was deeper than he expected; he folded, collapsing onto his bum. Only the white fin of his helmet stuck out above the choppy water. Looming over from the ship’s ramp, his squad mates chuckled as he sloshed around trying to find his footing. Gracefully, they splashed down, using Tomb to gauge the water’s depth. Above the troopers, the shuttle rose, barely clearing the tree line and darting away, hugging the forest canopy in an effort to reduce the chance of detection; its obnoxiously vocal engines quickly fading into the whispering wind and peaceful natural rustle of the leaves. Understanding how loud the ship was, the troopers waited in silence, curious to see if anything would happen. Gusts of wind filtered through the sunken forest, water lapped at the nobby fists of roots that held up the sturdy trees. Bravely, an amphibian croaked, its deep rumbly call an outcast in the otherwise soft and smooth symphony; another blabbered some coded message back —others gurgled in response. Reaching an agreement with each other, the whole forest came alive with the song of hundreds of frogs; small bugs chimed in with a clicking pulsating evening lullaby. Blips of yellow light ignited, dancing above the mellowing water. Cowering in their shelters, the forest's inhabitants had been waiting for the ship to leave. With a smile on their faces, the men began charting their way into the foggy, claustrophobic forest, slogging through waist deep water, vaulting over fallen algae coated trees and ducking under branches.
Four numbing hours wandered by, the charm of Gamor’s fowl swamps had been lost in the mud and haze. In its place: unease; occasionally, in between their burdened surging footsteps, odd deliberate splashes whisked through the fog. When the startling sound of a tree crackling and squeaking rolled over the water, they felt an invisible presence, a coldness that hung in the air, breathing icy breath on their shoulder blades; their skin prickled, feeling the piercing gaze of something shrouded in the darkness. Nervously, with an eye on the path ahead, the other scanning for danger, they continued to trekk along —an unnatural, but familiar sound, faintly drummed off in the forest —Tomb’s gloved fist jutted up, the squad halted immediately. As they stood motionless, trying to put a name to the sound, they began to feel the numbing frigid water that persistently robbed their skin of any warmth. Glade’s eyes went wide — “Blaster fire, DC-15A, I'm certain of it,” he twitched. Right on cue, Tomb’s communicator began chirping in agreement. A tremor crept up their sore spines as they stared at the device; hair on end, as Tomb’s finger fluttered to accept the connection.
—“Help! There’s something in the water! It just jumped out and dragged away the Sergeant!”
It was unmistakably the voice of a clone, his gasping breath rapid and interrupted by yelling, shooting and splashing. The sounds of gunfire drifted over the water in the same patterns as those coming through the comms —“This is fire team Farang, we are close, we are coming to you.” Tomb shakily offered, his face hot, he hated the words as they left his mouth.
“Oh! Thank you, I thought we were alone out he… Kriffing hell, it's coming back! Kill it! Agh AAAaaaAAGHH!”
The voice groaned, struggling as the sound of rushing water and gunfire drowned it out; then it was smothered, replaced by the crunch of failing plastoid armour, the spurting squashing of flesh and the dry cracking of bones. Tomb reeled away from the communicator, sick at what he was hearing. Paralyzing terror welled up in him as his gaze shifted towards the shooting.
Crumbling under his roaring instinct to run, Tomb fought to hold on to his slipping nerves; any reason to get away was good enough. He felt around in himself, finally resting in the calm steady place of his mind he found in the Catacombs of Geonosis. The two step beat of his heart pounding in his ears, as he muscled his way forward; burying the terror with each step as he waded towards the lessening gunfire.
“Come on, let’s give those boys a hand,” Tomb’s voice was confident and assuring; a facade, a show for his men, he had to be steady, or they would falter. Still in formation, surrounded by the dense entanglement of plants, they stood watching their Sergeant fearlessly striding off into the fog, sheepishly, they followed him. With each swishing step, the shooting got louder and less frequent; choked frightened voices grasped Tomb’s attention, their owners masked by the fog. Afraid for his brothers, Tomb tried to run to the fight, stumbling as the water held him back and his feet bogged down into slimy ground: walking was the only option. In the grove ahead of them, the canopy of leaves jolted, bashed by a snarling beast; the blood curdling cry of a clone caught in the creature’s jaw, rang out. His voice often muffled, drowned in the water as the monster violently flailed him around. With a sickening squash, his armour caved in, the screaming suddenly cut off. Eerie silence filled the air. Tomb’s fist rose, the squad happily stopping, as they listened to the beast flitting into the cover of the forest.
“Glade,” Tomb whispered, leaning towards him, Tomb’s arm reaching out, pointing towards the trees ahead of them.
“I want you up there, giving us overwatch,” He said, patting Glade on the shoulder.
“On it, sir,” the marksman replied, he shuffled towards the nearest tree, preparing to scale its titanic grey trunk; he didn’t have to be told twice —eagerly, he hauled himself up, out of the treacherous water, craving the safety of the tree. Turning, Tomb’s visor locked with Dex and Rigger — “You two, with me,” He said softly, they nodded in reply, priming their weapons as the trio crept into the kill zone.
An arm ominously laid draped over a rotten log poking out of the water, the troopers halted, taking in the demoralizing sight; its gloved fingers hung straight down, rather than holding their natural curl, the tendons had been torn away. Rigger tripped over something in the water, feeling it move; eyes squinted, muscles tense, he switched to his thermals, grimacing at the orangey red silhouette of severed legs resting at his feet; he looked around, more heat signatures lay sunken in the water; fading red wisps whisked up from them, the water itself had a patchy fading glow. Rigger shivered at the carnage, finally feeling the water where he stood, it was warm.
Up in the safety of the trees, rifle in hand, Glade scanned the surroundings with his thermals —a dim red silhouette weaved between the dense stand of trees.
“Sir! The monster is 30 yards out, 2 o’clock!” Glade warned, Tomb waved his thanks, turning towards the sound of the creature snaking through the swamp; a film of water and plants smoothly flowed over the monster’s body like a glassy leafy skin; parting around a red fin on the monster’s back. Patiently, the colossal beast circled the group, the radius slowly shrinking; it randomly paused, studying them with a big black soulless eye on the side of its head —Long spiky teeth hung out of its open mouth— Tomb reluctantly made out bits of flesh and body glove caught in its teeth. Clumsily, the troopers sloshed around each other, trying to stay organized so they didn’t shoot themselves when the fish made its move.
“Glade! Light it up, I want to see what happens,” Tomb called, Rigger and Dex nervously looked at Tomb.
—“Aye sir!” He replied, sighting his gun to a clearing in the trees that opened onto the monster’s path. Shattering the quiet, blue bolts ripped up the smooth water, the shots throwing up bursts of steam where they landed. Caught off guard, the fish wove off into the trees, Glade quickly losing sight of it; the sound of it cutting through the water fading.
“Did you hit it!?” Tomb called out, anxiously.
“My first two shots landed, not sure of the others!” Glade called back, sighing to himself.
As seconds turned to minutes, the clones’ guard was dropping. In a repeating rhythm, the water lapped at the roots, and the wind came in gusts, filtering through the leaves, making a moist crinkle; what had sounded so beautiful, now masked the quiet movements of death. As their weapons lowered and their heads shifted the other way, the beast surged out from its impossible hiding place. Masterfully, it had slid its way around the clones, stalking them from where they entered the battlefield.
Glade’s panicked shout hadn’t even cleared his lips when the jaw’s suddenly closed around Rigger; crushing force set in on his body, his armour the only thing separating tooth and flesh as he was flung around. Arms pinned, teeth digging into the gaps of his armor, Rigger cried for help; desperately, the others opened fire. In one fluid motion, the fish threw Rigger’s limp body crashing against the trees, and set in on Tomb. With little effect, bolts slammed into the calloused muddy armor of the fish as it snatched Tomb off his feet. His arm was crushed against his side, the other waving uselessly from the fish’s mouth. His breath was forced out by the smothering vice grip, his back and chest plate being pressed into him. Succumbing to the pain and his vision blurring, he summoned the last of his dwindling strength; struggling to rotate his trapped arm, his world was slipping away, his ears ringing; death was coming to claim its bounty. Partly by skill and chance, Glade sunk a bolt into the fish's eye, recoiling from the horrific blow, the fish loosened its grip for just a moment —it was all Tomb needed— in an instant, his pistol was pointed at the roof of the fish’s mouth. Tomb’s final moments of consciousness drifted away as he blasted a bolt straight into the fish’s head. Gasping for air, as the fish’s bite loosened once more, Tomb unloaded his gun. Hunting for the fish’s brain, he rotated his wrist, until finally, it let out a long fading wince, its writhing body fell limp, dragging Tomb down with it. Dex frantically waded over; kneeling down he heaved on the fish’s locked jaw, trying to pry Tomb loose. Giving up, he drew his knife, digging through the clenched muscle that trapped his Sergeant. Grunting as he hoisted Tomb up, the two stood looking at Glade, who cradled Rigger's punctured body.
“He’s breathing! Barely. I’ll get him patched up, you hear me Rigger? You’re going to be okay,” Glade’s optimism was tainted with doubt. Rigger’s condition worsened by the second, his armour running red with warm watery blood.
“Forget about me, they need you Dex,” Tomb coughed, his own blood trailing down his armour.
“You’re hurt too, sir,” Dex pleaded, grimacing at the gashes on Tomb’s body, he would fade away too if he didn’t get help soon.
“I’ll be fine, just give me a minute to catch my breath.” Tomb wheezed —Dex limped him over beside the others.
“There,” he said, gingerly letting Tomb down by Rigger on a rare patch of grassy muddy ground.
“Now you won’t pass out and drown yourself,” He grinned. Tomb was too weak to refuse when Dex started applying bacta and wrapping bandages to seal it in. Though Tomb missed out on painkillers, Rigger got a monopoly on that luxury. A fuzzy, cloudy 30 minutes later, the chaos and hassle was over.
“What do we do now, sir?” Tomb was half awake when Dex asked him; hands on his knees, he loomed over Tomb, who was splayed out on the bloody grass.
“We see if we can get a hold on anyone… figure out what’s going on,” He groggily replied.
“How’s Rigger?” He groaned, looking over at his maimed friend.
“He’s not bleeding anymore, externally anyway, I can’t be sure for internal though,” Glade answered, letting out a long, penned up breath.
“What are we going to do with him?” Dex whispered.
Tomb thought for a moment, his mind starting to perk up —“It's a brutal assumption, but I’d bet there’s more of those bastards swimming around, which means there’s more squads looking like we do… Command will probably set up some kind of medevac for the wounded,” He sighed, the effects of the bacta already restoring him.
Glade was looking down at Rigger’s comms pack, “We could use that to talk to the rest of the squads, see if they have something in the works; It has a built-in coder too, anyone who picked up the signal would just get some garbled garbage, except our guys.”
Weighing the idea, Tomb’s head shifted side to side.
“Alright, do it, but keep it short and sweet,” He ordered, certain that this action was against the mission protocol; it was worth it, for all they knew, the whole task force could be bleeding out in the woods somewhere.
“This is CT-0731, to all 253rd units, men at my position are critically wounded, please advise,” Glade paused, eagerly awaiting a response. Tomb snorted —“I’m not critically wounded,” He playfully stated.
Glade ignored him, a reply crackled through the communicator.
“This is Protector-06, Captain Noble, understood CT-0731, be advised, a medevac has been scheduled to land, transmitting coordinates now, all wounded personnel must be on the X at 0300 hours Galactic standard time.”
Glade checked the time, comparing it with the coordinates he’d just received.
“Coordinates point… 17 klicks North East… We’ve got two hours to make it to the landing zone.”
“We best get moving then,” Tomb sighed. Dex moved to help him walk; Tomb held his hands up in protest —“I’m fine, really, I’m hurting, I’ll give you that, but I can walk,” He begged, Dex nodded, believing him.
“Besides,” he grunted, awkwardly getting onto his feet and shuffling around as he found his balance.
“You’ve got sleeping beauty to carry,” He chuckled.
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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.
Zygerrian slavers are behind the sudden disappearance of an entire colony of people on the planet Kiros. As Anakin and Ahsoka rush to defuse a series of bombs planted by the slavers, Obi-Wan must fight with their imposing leader