In the neon glow of the rookie's quarters, you couldn't help but admit there was an allure - an electric hum in the air of anticipation and camaraderie. Yet, as fresh as the paint on the walls, your gut churned with a prophecy of chaos, an innate whisper that foretold the unravelling of this harmony. It was a pattern scripted in your history, a cycle of rising hope and the inevitable fall.

But when destiny decided to dance its grim waltz, you were prepared. As the tension crescendoed and the metallic song of droids' feet clashed against cold, hard steel, a shiver raced down your spine. With a flick of your fingers, armor materialized from mist, a cascade of red and black enveloping your form. Your hair, a flowing river of shadows, spilled over your shoulders while your eyes ignited with the fury of captured suns.

Standing in the solitude of your chamber, the knight within awoke, and you faced the brewing storm unflinching, the harbinger of your own fate.

Raising your comlink to your lips, the thought flickered through your mind like a shadow - it's better if the droids don't hear me coming. And as for your newfound allies, in your heart you knew that an injury from friendly fire was preferable to a lethal blow from an enemy. With a swift pivot, you stormed out, melding into the corridor's darkness, pressing a form against the cool wall.

You anticipated Commander Cody and Captain Rex must have started their routine patrols by now and would likely be drawn down to this benighted satellite soon. A growl simmered in your throat at the sight of a novel class of droids patrolling through the smudged glass of the fortress windows—a miscalculation you couldn't afford.

Without a moment's hesitation, you lunged, your hands morphing into claws that found the synthetic neck of the droid with lethal precision, severing its conduit before it could emit as much as a peep. Still, the silence was short-lived; more adversaries realized the fate of their cohort and opened fire. You turned into a whirling specter, your movements erratic and swift, embodying the stealth and unpredictability of a panther eluding capture.

The commotion spilled into the levels below, where the clones, ever vigilant, responded to the call of battle. "Sound the alarm!" Sergeant's voice thundered through the metallic corridors, more of a signal than a command. They ascended in formation, boots striking the grated floors in unison.

A barrage of blaster fire met the baffled droids as the clones poured into the chamber, effectively halting their sinister march. Just as the bolts arced toward their quarry, you emerged like a wraith and deflected a lethal shot with the swift arc of your weapon, sparing the sergeant from an untimely end. "Watch it, Sergeant!" you barked, "These droids are a different breed—swift and sheathed in armor almost impervious to our strike. My claws can barely scratch them."

Your words were punctuated by the bristling of your tail, a clear sign of your readiness to engage in the fray. Though you didn't revel in the destruction, the necessity of survival called for swift action. Moments later, as the resonance of your voice faded, the first patrol wave of droids lay dismantled. Their circuits cut short, they would move no more.

With a commander's presence, you turned to address the ranks of clones, their armor smeared with the testament of a skirmish quickly turned. "Now, go—go!" your command cut through the charred air, urging them towards the lower levels. "You can't hold the upper decks with these numbers. I'll patrol the perimeter. They wouldn't dare assault this base without a strategic reserve," you stated, locking eyes with each soldier, instilling a sense of duty and urgency.

A sudden, sinister ripple in the Force seized your senses—an omen of unwelcome arrival. Oh no, you thought, your claws instinctively curling in aversion, not General Grevious, that vile presence. The name itself was enough to evoke a visceral disgust, a dark shadow cast over the light of any hope to come. The Dark Side was palpable, a bitter tang in the sterile air, forewarning the tide of malice that was General Grevious'¨

Monty

You shook your head in disbelief, suspecting Echo had been captured when his brothers went to the lower levels. Tilting your head, you spoke with calm authority, "Echo, what are you doing here? Go down with your brothers."

But Echo shook his head resolutely. "I won't let you face those droids alone, General," he asserted.

With a snort, you retorted, "I'm no general, just a dragon trying to survive in this foolish galaxy. Well then, if you insist on accompanying me..."

He nodded firmly, and with a resigned sigh, you relented, "Very well, come on." You both hastened towards the outer doors, into the fray that awaited beyond.