(Skip me this time. By the way, what's the size of the main force, and what kind of vehicles do they have?)

"Confirmed" Hawke replied through the communicator.

(10 Battalions of B1, 2 Batallion of B2s 15 AAT and a around 15 aircraft so standard occupation force)

Wolfe awoke the next day from his meditation, wiping his face he looked out from his make shift quarters to see his apprentice sparring with a clone vanguard with a vibrosword, after her defeat she knew she had to get better. He chuckled as he read over the report from the Mandalorian, he sighed, "this is no ordanary occupation force..." he mused as he walked through the halls his mind getting visions of red light sabers in the Hall of the Elders in the city, he stumbled and shattered a pot 

His clones were readying for the attack, "Ion weaponry blaster shields, the boss sure knows what hes doing" Warden noted as Hawke was busy taking apart his rifle and putting it together, his coping method

(Sorry, I meant the clone army)

(We have, the 316th, which is basically infantry of around 300 with a few speeders, a tank division of 10 and artillery, the LAATs. Aside from the squads we have picked there is also two teams of ARCs and a squadron of "riot" shield clones)

"Have Shadow ready to deploy in 10.  We're leading 3 AAT's as an advance guard before the rest of the 316th is ready to march.", Ciarán ordered Shepard as he emerged from his tent, grabbing his gear as the two of them walked.  "I expect we'll run into some scouting parties, but we're not engaging any larger forces until Wolfe has our air support ready."

"On it, sir.", Shepard nodded.  "General, permission to speak freely?"

"You always do."

"You don't look yourself, sir.  Not rested at all."

"Something... Interfered with my meditations, Commander.  There's something about this planet I don't like..."

"Concentrate, Ana," Tanner said, as his apprentice was cautiously lifting one of Quark's rocket launchers, unloaded of course. Said clone was off to the side, very interested in how the Jedi did their thing.

"Feel the Force around it," Tanner continued, keeping his voice low, "Raise it up two meters, down one." Anastasia, her eyes closed and hands outstretched, did so, her face showing only the slightest strain. The launcher went up two meters in the air, then lowerered one, where it was shaking hard. Ana's face strained more, and she gasped, the launcher dropping to the floor. Quark leapt to catch it, just barely stopping it from hitting the floor.

"What was that, Ana?" Tanner asked, more worried than angry. His padawan sighed, looking to him. She had a worried expression on her face, and he nodded.

"You sense it too?" he asked, "This planet is off. Come on, let's meet up with Tombstone, fast." The two headed out, Tanner seeking out Wolfe as Quark went back to his squad, cradling his launcher like a child.

"Stop, children, what's that sound? Everybody look - what's going down..." Estellia's commlink quietly played as she ate breakfast alone on the rooftop of the FOB. Dried Gihaal fishmeal and Haarshun bread along with one fresh apple; shame for anyone downwind of her. Mandalorian fishmeal was notorious for its extremely pungent smell rivaled only by its shelf life. Most of it was finished anyway, the mercenary was now just enjoying some fruit and probably the only peace and quiet she'd have for the rest of the day, evening, and next morning at any rate.

"what a field day for the heat...a thousand people in the street...singing songs and carrying signs...mostly say 'hooray for our side'..." with just the core of the apple left, she gave it an underarm toss into the air and drew her shotgun with the other.

• BLAAM!!*

She completely missed.

• BLAAM!!*

What!? I always get it first try... she thought to herself as only small scraps drifted back down towards the ground. Last night, she overheard some of the jedi grumbling about an abnormal sense of darkness on this planet. (Wolfe shattering the pot was actually what woke her up this morning) Now, even she was starting to feel it. In the few minutes she had before deployment, Stella felt it wouldn't be a bad idea to place a call to her fiance.

Dac, Coral City...

In a gruff looking bar on the seedy side of town, Stahlfritz was partaking in what the rest of the galaxy called a "pissing contest". His opponent, a Mon Calamari smuggler type with a bad eye and a gruff voice from a synthesizer.

"...so yeah, I guess if I can smuggle a week old wookie corpse through Tatooine, I can smuggle guns, spice, anything else you keep in that hauler of yours." the Mando said, leaning down on the bar.

"uh huh. So I guess I can retire and let my 6 year old daughter take over the business ever since she 'smuggled' that candy bar out of that store the other week." the Mon Cal replied in a metallic tone, coughing twice afterward.

"Hey, I'm not going to tell you how to parent nor am I saying you're bad at your job. Everyone's got a niche and my niche is still killing, I'm just saying smuggling's a niche that's got room for a lot." his commlink started ringing. "-ah, I gotta take this, y'know. The women and all." he spun around on his barstool.

"Hey Stella." he said in a much more tender tone. The patron next to him almost had to do a double take; did he just hear that coming out of a Mandalorian?

"Hey Fritz...this whole place...just feels wrong. Ever since we landed, the Jetti,  all of 'em don't look so hot. Something's riding thier nerves and it's starting to spread..."

"Hmmm...is that your Midi-chlorian count I hear going up?"

"Real funny. Look, I don't wanna back out on this job. Not in front your mother, but...I just needed someone to talk to is all." Stella's breathing got slightly more ragged.

"I get that." Fritz nodded, even though comms were voice only. "I get that." His commlink rang again, it's cacophanous beeping piercing the moment between the two. "I'm sorry, but I gotta take this. It's for work." the beeping continued. "go get 'em tiger." with that, Fritz hung up from Stella and switched over to the other caller.

"Finally! Been waiting all night for ya. You found a meeting place for the mark?"

"..."

"Wait, this isn't Hat Yukkra? You're who..."

"..."

"Whaddya mean the mark met up with someone else?! What other mandalor-"

"..."

"Alright, thanks for letting me know. Tell ya what, look in Hat's shoe next time he's drunk. You'll find the money I paid him; since you're the one who's actually being useful, it's yours now. You didn't hear this from me."

"..."

"How do I know that? I have good eyes."

Fritz hung up, gave a sloppy salute to the smuggler saying 'it's been real', and left the bar with rapid pace if he was going to collect his bounty or more accurately, not let an old friend/rival of his show him who was boss.

Voss, outside Voss-ka...

Not feeling too much better but better than she felt 5 minutes ago, Estellia put her helmet back on and lept off the rooftop. Slowing her fall with her jetpack, she started in the direction of what looked like Command center to start getting ready for the main assault.

When the sun rose in the morning Canna had just finished the finalities of his plan to attack the city. Being the oldest and most experienced of the Jedi sent to the planet, he felt thar the decision to give him command of the main force intended to divert attention from the smaller strike forces was a wise one. He was more than happy to allow his younger companions to go on the more exciting missions while he dealt with the nitty-gritty aspects of organising an army. 

He hadn't gotten much rest, but a few days of lost sleep was not something he was unaccustomed to. In fact, he was getting almost impatient as the assault force mobilised itself into a large marching column. He had been told that a reconnaissance force had already been sent out ahead, and was glad that he wouldn't have to organise one himself.

He watched as their rather meagre attack force set out - with the vulnerable mobile artillery pieces protected in the rear, behind the main clone foot soldiers and their remaining walkers, with several speeder bikes flanking the column to ensure that they wouldn't be caught unprepared by a sudden ambush.

Captain Volt, accompanied by the other members of Vindicator Squad, jogged up to the general and gave a sideways glance at the legion as they began their march to the city.

"I expect you have a plan for the assault, sir?" Volt asked as they walked.

"Indeed. A rather straightforward but resource-effective one," Canna replied, agreeable to the idea of voicing his plan aloud in case he made some sort of oversight. "We'll set up a siege camp within striking distance of the city, where are artillery can fire without coming into range of their small-arms weaponry. We'll aim to weaken the city walls with our bombardment and make it appear as if we intend to break through that way. However, instead we wait until the Mandalorians deal with the main gate, and when it is open we rush forward with our shielded infantry and secure a foothold within the city.

"Of course, we are merely a diversion. Our primary objective is to draw attention away from the other teams until the Separatist General is taken care of. Until that is accomplished, we must merely hold back the endless tides of droids that are reportedly stationed in the city."

Wolfe reeled from the spike in the force, he shook his head when Six rolled up, "Sir, the commander is ready for the assault...are you okay sir?"

"I am fine, Six" he said cleaning his robes, "there is something on this planet here...this was a mistake to do this"

"Sir, permission to voice my opinion?" Six asked

"Yes, continue"

"Are you saying that the Republic made a mistake in this mission?"

"Six, i am as loyal to the republic as any jedi...there is just...something here...something dark and forboding...Six, form up with the rest of your men, we move in an hour" he said as Six saluted and left, Wolfe sighed and held his lightsaber in his hand, the ornate hilt sparked the silver crystal, "i took up the role as a jedi in open form to work in the libaries of courascant. learn more about the force...im no general, i'm a bookworm with a laser sword" he sighed as he deactivated the blade and began to meditate,

As Raven Squad readied up, Aster finished her sparing match, "So boys how are we going about this?" she asked them all

Hawke spoke up as he showed her the battle plan, "Warden and I are with the General, we will be taking the tower by way of the sewers, while Delta, Six and Spectre will be with you detonating the armory and the barracks, Well thats us at least, i hear General Abraham may be with us Warden"

"Awesome, just like Geonosis, didnt the General get sick on the landing?"

"No he tripped over the battle droid"

"Genral Black did that?" Spectre chuckled

"That he did, it was after the battle though when he landed to find General Abraham"

Less than an hour later, General Abraham's units of LAAT's were advancing along a cliffside towards the capitol, getting a good view of the city below.

"Deadeye, what are dealing with for the assault?", Shepard radioed to his unit in the front tank.

"Couple of divisions of Supers... Energy shield generators... A few AAT's making sweeps of the perimeter, and I can only guess what resistance we'll have inside the city."

"So we're blind once we're inside.  Great."

"Don't be so quick to fall on your blaster, Commander.", Ciarán replied as the tanks began their descent.  "We have the manpower to get a foothold-"

"VULTURE DROIDS, INCOMING!", Deadeye radioed as the sounds of blaster fire began to surround the tanks.