High-Spirited

When Jedi Master Shen-Jon and his apprentice arrived at Sarapin Planet with three Hunter Class Battlecruisers, they found themselves facing such a ruined battlefield.

In outer space, the Republic Defense Fleet that had once guarded Satellite 426 had already been scattered. Dozens of small warships were still putting up a desperate resistance with the space station as their stronghold, but against more than twenty warships from the Confederacy of Independent Systems, including three Deceiver-class destroyers and ten Munificent-class communications frigates, they could no longer hold on. Supporting Sarapin was out of the question.

Moreover, all contact with Mount Kolvister had been completely lost. The situation was extremely dire.

The darkness was here. Master Shen-Jon looked at Sarapin Planet. From here, aside from the lava covering the planet's entire surface, nothing else could be seen.

Normally, from orbit, aside from colossal structures, the only things visible on a planet would be the lights of vast city clusters on its night side. But on Sarapin, this volcanic planet, the lava and flames spread across its surface shone far more brightly, naturally obscuring everything else.

And yet... Shen-Jon could still sense through the Force the dense darkness upon Sarapin Planet.

"Don't get tied down here. We're landing on Sarapin immediately!" Shen-Jon said. "No matter what, we can't let this get any worse."

"Master, then what should we do?" his apprentice Stam-Rees asked.

"Between the three Hunter Class Battlecruisers, we have six thousand Marines and forty-eight AT-TE walkers. We'll use this force to land and at least hold back the Separatist army until reinforcements arrive," Shen-Jon replied.

Rees nodded, but his brow remained tightly furrowed. Staring at Sarapin Planet, he said in a low voice, "But I have a very bad feeling..."

"So do I, Rees. But this is something we must face," Shen-Jon