C1P10

Republic Staging Ground

Grounded Acclamator-Class Frigate Indomitable

CC-14984 'Sparky' glared at the joint of the massive landing strut as he finished welding the final armor plating back into place. The Indomitable was the only survivor of two dozen Acclamator assault ships. Though Khorm was known for it's planet-wide storms, a powerful one suddenly whipped up around the entire assault fleet, throwing ships around and flinging fighters and LAAT/i transports everywhere.

That storm now raged all over this icy world and forced the Indomitable to make a hasty landing. That caused structural damage all across the ship, but enough birds survived to land and drop off their cargo of AT-TEs and troops. This thing was their only way off the planet, assuming the storm clears up any time this year.

With a sigh, Sparky wiped the snow away from his visor and began climbing down.

Unknown to the clone engineer, a single red beam followed his helmet all the way down before he fell. The trooper wouldn't be discovered until it was too late.

All around the encampment, dozens of patrols were ambushed and taken out with stun batons and concussion grenades. BX Commandos impersonated the patrols and began gathering in large numbers aboard the Indomitable.

When the number of Clones were cut down to a manageable size and all their impersonators were in vital positions, they struck.

The entire crew were shocked when clones seemingly turned on them and opened fire with their blasters, guards and patrols found themselves fighting each other in a battle of confusion and seemingly friendly fire. In less than an hour, every clone was dead or dying, and the Acclamator was no longer within friendly hands.

Less than a minute after that, the landing struts retreated back into the hull and the assault frigate rose into the air, leaving behind hundreds of dead clones cooling in the snow.

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Kafiri Mountain

Kafiri Pass

Ventress smiled grimly as she sat in the meditative position, conserving her strength for the upcoming battle.

She had dozens of Commando Droids hidden underneath the snow, a leaf taken from that amusing little droid commander's book, waking to ambush and catch her prey by surprise. Half a dozen Commandos waited on the cliff behind her to rain blaster bolts on the enemy once the command was given.

The sound of boots crunching underneath the snow alerted her to approaching enemies. The first Jedi had barely enough time to raise his lightsaber when she jumped down, slashing her two ruby-red sabers against it's bright blue.

With surprising strength, Plo Koon threw her aside with a sweep of his lightsaber as Kit Fisto activated his own saber and the clone commandos behind him raised their blasters.

"You've bitten off more than you can chew, assassin," Said Koon commandingly, pointing his saber at her. "Against two Jedi Masters and without the element of surprise, your best option is surrender."

Ventress allowed herself to smirk widely. "Who says I've lost the element of surprise?"

All around them, droid commandos popped out from the snow, blaster rifles barking. Overhead six Commandos on STAPs whined as they strafed the entire mountain pass with fire.

"Ambush!" Shouted a Devil Dog commando as one of his comrades was cut down. Quickly, the clones turned around and began firing into the droid ranks as they cut each other down.

"Take care of the droids, we will take the assassin! Go!" Shouted Koon as Kit charged down to meet her in battle. Ventress grunted in surprise at the speed of Fisto's speed and powerful strikes, her feet backpedaling as the nautolan Jedi hammered at her defenses.

Meanwhile, the clones were proving their worth in credits, their blaster rifles downing the commandos and their overhead allies at a frightening rate, scoring headshots even at impossible angles. Still, the droids had their fair share of kills as they fired relentlessly into the open ranks of the clones.

When Koon joined his fellow master against Ventress' retreat, the acolyte quickly and unpleasantly realized that unless a miracle occurred, she would be swiftly defeated.

Fortunately for her, a miracle did occur.

Both the Jedi and Ventress turned as a bulky missile cruiser appeared overhead, drawing closer as hundreds of STAPs began pouring out, piloted by droid commandos and B1 battledroids. A Heavy STAP in particular was being piloted by a lone unranked B1.

She grinned and leaped away from the two Jedi as the horde of aircraft opened fire upon the suddenly outnumbered and outgunned Jedi and their clone troopers. As missiles and laser fire rained down on them, a sudden silence muffled everything. All heads turned as a great plume of falling ice and snow filled with howling murderous wind rushed towards them.

It was as though the sky were falling atop of them. Ventress barely had time to clamber into the empty seat behind the pilot's of the heavy STAP before it hit.

Clones and droids alike were scattered like ants against the force of nature, Ventress felt the cold bite into her and cried out as the B1 struggled to pull the vehicle back into control.

The missile cruiser was buffed to and fro by the hurricane-level winds before losing altitude it's bulk crashing violently into the mountains as it's hull was ruptured by the unexpected storm. It's explosive end briefly lit the suddenly dark skies and it's momentary warmth was torn away by nature's storm.

One of the Jedi cried out before his voice was snuffed by the crushing wind and the hard snow rained down on top of him. Less than a moment later a massive crack filled the sky as the mountain began to crumble, letting loose tons upon tons of packed earth and snow alike.

Ventress could not help but shout in horror as the wall of ice and snow fell, the cold biting into her very soul as it met her with darkness. She raised her hands in a gesture of futile defense as the ice fell and encased her in its deadly embrace.

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Weather Control Station, Kafiri Mountain

"Is it done? Are the Jedi dead?" Demanded Gout, his jowls quivering in rapt attention.

"Ah, it appears so, my lord," the aqualish supervisor replied nervously, rubbing his hands. "The storm was a hurricane level event, reports show that the entire mountain pass has collapsed and a missile cruiser was destroyed in the process."

The kharmai warlord grinned in satisfaction. "Excellent, that tempting whore of an assassin and her little toy commander are probably dead then. Excellent work Nagg."

"B-but, my lord, what will happen once Count Dooku finds out?" Asked Villpu fearfully.

"Don't worry, Nagg," said Gout, smiling indulgently as he looked at something off screen. "I have the perfect scapegoat. Keep working and all will be well. Relax, have a brandy or something. The Jedi are dead and so is that bitch of an assassin. You're safe."

He nodded, relaxing slightly. "Ah, um, alright. As you command Lord Gout."

As Gout's transmission ended, Nagg ordered the storm to dissipate and told the bridge that he was heading to his office. When he got there, Nagg pulled a bottle of corellian brandy and simply began chugging down the alcoholic beverage in an attempt to calm his nerves.

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