It wasn't the most flawless of reconquests you had ever partaken in—if any could be branded so—but the command droids lay in pieces well before Grievous's fleet darkened the skies. Your head snapped up, a growl vibrating through the outpost, so forceful that Echo, who was perpetually a bit on edge, yelped as your tail thudded to the ground beside him.

"Hey, easy there," Cody called, turning to face you. There was a certain steel in his voice, steady even in the face of what was to come.

"Look outside," you retorted, giving him a sideways glance that carried all the weight of your frustration. At your command, the men approached the window.

You felt your claws dig into the ground, the primal urge to tear the cyborg warlord from his lofty perch burning within, yet you restrained. Plo had drilled into you—Jedi do not give in to slaughter. 'Bah, as if I'll ever truly be Jedi,' you scoffed inwardly, 'When I'm dragon, through and through.'

Your mother's words whispered through your memory, "The calm-minded dragon is the deadliest; unpredictable in their strike, impossible to anticipate. Such creatures, such humans, you must always beware."

Shaking off the reverie, you noticed Hevy's concern. "You okay, ma'am?" he asked, and despite the surrounding tension, a part of you softened at the genuine care in his voice.

It was a peculiar and unexpected sweetness, this concern from the clones. How swiftly they had shifted from pointing blasters in your face to shield-bearer status. In mere hours they had come to offer the same camaraderie they reserved for their own, and it filled you with a warmth that rivalled the fire of your breath. Indeed, it felt sweet, this budding kinship amidst the chaos. It was these unexpected bonds that just might carry the day.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, Hevy. Let's clear these clankers from our path," you growled with a fierce resolve. A drop ship of droids descended onto the moon's rugged surface, and you, along with the others, swiftly sprang into action.

Though you lacked conventional weaponry to breach the blast doors, Rex conjured a cunning plan. Disguised as a droid commando, he boldly marched up to the gate guarded by three droids. Hidden in the velvet embrace of shadows, you watched as Rex feigned the mechanical movements of the enemy, an act both risky and inspired.

Cody, doubtful, his hand hovering over his helmet, murmured, "This'll never work." You nudged him gently, your tail twitching in anticipation of the unfolding ruse. The sound of a clone inquiring after Rex's status reached your attuned ears, followed by a demand to see his faceplate. With a swift motion, Rex presented the severed droid head he had cleverly retrieved.

Moments later, the doors swung open, Rex appearing triumphant, blaster poised, a cocky "Roger, roger" escaping his lips. A smirk curled upon your maw as you charged in. Your claws swept through the droids with lethal precision, beheading the commando unit before they could retaliate. The base was swiftly reclaimed, silence settling over the facility like dust.

As you withdrew, slinking into the corners of the reclaimed outpost, you lifted your gaze toward the looming fleet of General Grious, still a foreboding presence in the cosmos. This was but the prelude to the true challenge—a battle that promised to test the very sinews of your formidable strength. You knew this fight wasn't over; it was just beginning.

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"Just run!" Hevy cried out, his voice laced with urgency. They had encountered an unexpected snag—explosives that refused to detonate, compromising their exit strategy. While the others had charged toward the safety of the hatch, you stood fast, unwilling to abandon Hevy to an uncertain fate.

"Just run, Midnight! I'll be safe," Hevy insisted, but you knew better; safety was a luxury rapidly diminishing with each moment the droids' mechanical clanks grew louder.

You remained rooted beside him on the bridge, Rex's voice crackling through on the commlink, demanding an explanation for the delay. "Sorry, sir," was Hevy's only reply as he scrambled to rectify the malfunction.

"What about Midnight?" Rex pressed, concern evident even through the static.

You barely heard them, your entire being narrowed to the point of singularity—a dragon entwined with the Force, embracing it until every sense became saturated, the world beyond a mere whisper. As the droids finally breeched the threshold, your eyes flashed open, the color sapped to an intense, ethereal violet, sending shadows lunging forward. They swarmed with lethal precision, rending the droids to scrap before their processing units could even register the threat.

Hevy could only gape in astonishment, ducking instinctively as a stray bolt grazed his shoulder. Inside, he marveled at the dragon's ferocity and wondered what mysterious depths lurked beneath your scales.

With the last of the enemies fallen, your eyes regained their usual hue, and you turned to him. "Run," you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument. As Hevy took his chance, darting through the hatch with one final plea for your survival, Rex's anxious voice echoed again, "Where is Midnight?"

Then came the resounding roar of the explosives fulfilling their purpose at last, as the outpost was torn asunder in a cacophony of destruction. Silence fell heavy in the wake of the blast, leaving all to wonder—had Midnight escaped the moon's clutches, or had the explosion claimed yet another valiant soul?