The Beginning of Battle

Jabiim planet, headquarters of the Jabiimi Nationalists, the coastal city of Rezaal.

"The Republic has arrived." Alto Stratus stood in the command center, gazing at the holographic map as he spoke slowly. "Peace has long since left us. From this day onward, there will only be war! A war to make our Jabiim planet rise completely!"

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be just over forty, weathered beyond measure. Water still dripped from the carefully braided strands of his shoulder-length blond hair, leaving it looking disheveled, while bits of grass clung to his unkempt beard.

Yet he possessed the majestic might of a lion. Draped in a crimson cloak and imposing armor, he wore a stern expression and a resolute gaze, commanding awe without even needing to show anger.

"Hmph! The Republic has sent dozens of Jedi Knights this time. Perfect! We can wipe them all out in one stroke!" The hoarse, grating voice came from a slender woman clad in a black cloak and a dark crimson bodysuit.

Count Dooku's Dark Apprentice, Asajj Ventress.

"With so many Jedi Knights, we must proceed carefully as well. Jedi Knights always manage to do the unexpected. It would be bad if we let them slip away through carelessness." The speaker was Uru-Ulic. One of his arms had now been entirely replaced with a mechanical limb, fitted with a Lightsaber and twin-linked blaster cannons, giving it a terrifying appearance.

"Ah, naturally someone as weak as you would think that way. Just stay here and watch the show! Leave the Jedi Knights' heads to me! Hahahahaha!" Ventress laughed wildly.

"I have no interest in competing with you for that credit. My lord, the Archangel of Death, sent me to accompany General Alto Stratus, protect his safety, and provide tactical advice," Uru-Ulic said