The streets and passageways of the industrial district became narrower and crowded with pipes and support structures for the upper levels of the factories, forcing the squad to move single file with Olmar in the lead. Even though he didn't have it switched on, Olmar had his lightsaber in hand, ready to defend his people on a moment's notice should a threat appear.

An hour had passed, but they'd still hadn't found any indication the Separatists were on the planet.  The strange sensation Olmar had detected had become much more pronounced the closer they'd drawn to it.

The narrow alley they'd been traversing widened into an open area between several buildings. Drainage pipes larger than a person curved out from the metal walls and plunged through circular openings in the metal grating of the floor. Three other passageways led out of the area, and Olmar paused in the middle in order to decide which way to go.

"Sir?" Commander questioned softly. "You seem distracted by something."

"Sorry," Olmar apologized. "I'd sensed something odd when we'd first arrived, but as we've gotten closer, I've been able to discern its substance. It's a disturbance in the Force, specifically the dark side."

"We lost three squads to a darksider named Ventress," Commander remembered. "Do you think she's leading the Separatists here?"

"I don't think so," Olmar denied. "From the reports I've heard about her, she's more of a front line soldier. Setting up a factory doesn't seem important enough to warrant her attention. However, if there is a darksider here, it would confirm the Separatists' presence."

"That's not everything, is it?" Commander pressed.

"No," Olmar confirmed. "The disturbance hasn't changed position."

"What's wrong with that?" Commander questioned. "If they're getting a factory put back into production, wouldn't it stand to reason they'd be in one location?"

"A Jedi or Sith causes a disruption in the energy of the Force with their presence," Olmar explained. "It's like a person wading through a pool of water. Even the slightest of movements create detectable ripples. If I can sense them, they can sense me."

"So if they know you're here, why are they staying put?" Commander inquired as his tactical training analyzed the situation.

"That's what's worrying me," Olmar admitted. "I think they're waiting for us."

Olmar's lightsaber switched on with a loud hum of energy and a beam of green-white light. He brought the weapon up in time to deflect a pair of blaster shots aimed in his direction.

"Take cover!" Olmar yelled to his men.

The clone troopers dived behind the pipes to shield themselves against the incoming fire, but Olmar remained in the open where he could easily swing his lightsaber without hitting anything or anyone around him. The Force flowed through him, quickening his reaction time and allowing him to move his blade into the correct position to intercept blaster shots aimed in his direction.

"Go!" Commander shouted. "We can hold here. You've got to stop the Separatists from getting away."

Olmar didn't like leaving the team behind, but he saw the tactical sense in not allowing the enemy to flee and regroup. Through the exit on his right, Olmar noticed a moderately sized cargo craft sitting on six legs between a pair of supply warehouses. With the Force granting him extra speed, he sprinted toward the cargo hauler, his lightsaber swinging around him in a blur of green light, cutting down battle droids in his path and reducing them to smoldering scrap metal.

When he reached the ship, the engines were powering up, filling the air with a deep vibration. Olmar didn't bother trying to board the ship. He held his lightsaber out to the left and ran past the ship, cutting through each of the three legs. The hauler collapsed sideways, its three remaining legs unable to support it properly. Proceeding to the rear of the craft, Olmar thrust his blade through the hull without resistance. Cutting sideways through the cowling of the engine, he severed a host of internal components and destroyed the vehicle's ability to take off.

A gesture of his empty hand caused the Force to tear away the main hatch and grant him access to the interior. Before he could enter, a blaster fired from inside, but the energy bolt wasn't aimed at him. When he did step into the craft, he found the pilot dead from a self-inflicted wound. Olmar recognized the armor the pilot wore as belonging to a mercenary group he'd encountered several years earlier. He doubted the mercenaries were being paid enough to kill themselves rather than divulging secrets, but he did suspect the Separatists might have their people wear the identifiable armor in order to throw off any investigation.

Olmar checked the main computer and found a message from the dead pilot's former superiors. The mission to repair the industrial facilities on Karvo was a desperation move. The droid armies were being defeated on multiple fronts by the Republic's clone army. As such, no other troops were available for backup. If command didn't hear from the expedition team in three weeks, the mission would be deemed a failure and the Separatists would try something else. The situation suited Olmar perfectly as he didn't need to take any further action to deny the enemy a foothold on the planet.

Departing the ship, Olmar hurried back to the firefight. The blaster fire was becoming less intense, and he suspected one side or the other was nearing defeat. Mechanical warriors turned their lethal attention in his direction as he approached, but he either cut them down with his lightsaber or smashed them into side walls with the Force. When he reached the intersection where he'd left his team, he found only dead bodies. All around lay the broken and smoking evidence they hadn't fallen without a fight, but the battle had been lost and his squad was gone.