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Hey everybody!

Hope life is well! NEW and FINAL chapter of Oasis Calm (Clone Wars) was posted today. Enjoy the beginning of your weekend.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Oasis Calm -- Volume V    Part 2 (Finale)

Having checked left and right, the pilot failed to acquire a firing vector on the incoming droids. “General, I can’t hit them! They’re right beneath us!” A laugh burst with giddy excitement from the causeway! Kindi had never seen combat during his life and reveled in its carnage. He had also never seen a Jedi Master…

Lasers pelted the ground and chased troopers! The squad remained unable to take out the metal giants. This was not due to the B2’s nimbleness, but to the lack of cover which denied clones a place to organize kill box. “Keep the FIRE up and MOVE! One spot is as good as the next!” Urgency was not something Hazoc plead for, but it was heavy in his voice, “Three men down!”

Hett’s braided hair gust across his shoulder as the Jedi walked to the center of the gunship’s empty bay. Wind blew harshly against the raised, leather collar. His next move was swift, taking one then two quick strides; hurling himself over the edge. Gusts tussled about his body whilst leather flaps of fabric wagged behind him. Kindi watched from afar as the figure fell to what must be certain death! The scientist’s eyes swelled when A’ Sharad Hett’s arms spread apart; a pair of glowing green beams spawned from his grip. Hett’s plunge was nothing but graceful; perfectly aimed between two of the air born B2 super battle droids. They did not see him coming. Regardless, they never had a chance!

Hett’s body spiraled with arms stretched out! Both sabers dismembered the intended targets with ease! Each cleaved piece softly thudded against the sand below. The other pair of B2s became aware of the Jedi when their comrades’ digital signatures dropped offline. Light hums swelled. Their jets spun their thick, top heavy torsos to acquire the new, high level threat.

“Eliminate the Jedi.”

“Roger roger.”

The deep, affectless droids spoke to one another. Both arms aimed straight down; their jets boosters brought them into ideal firing positions. Master Hett stood in his defensive saber stance, waiting. Each fist of the droids cut loose rapid chains of blaster fire! Kindi chanted to himself as though a podrace unfolded.

Hett dashed right effortlessly; his body one with the sand. Crystal blue eyes peered up from beneath a focused brow. His right saber parried dozens of shots, sending red blasts back into the air. Clone troopers watched his left arm deflect a well-aimed shot, then curl back. Sharply it projected out, bursting forward rapidly! Green pierced the air. Hett’s saber lanced the first B2 causing an eruption of metal and hardware to shower the troops below.

Holding its place, the lightsaber then spun, spiraling into the second B2. Its hails of fire paused. The saber sank through its firing mechanisms. With a step forward, the tan shrouded Jedi lobbed his second saber toward the lightly grey stripped B2 whose eyes flickered. Green penetrated the lower abdomen and up through the droids back shoulder! The propulsion systems sputtered.

A’ Sharad looked ahead, undaunted. Standing tall, he strode beneath the droid that continued to hover in place. Clone troopers took to their feet, beginning to walk in their General’s flanks. Hett’s hands flexed through the force, tearing the droid apart in the sky before powerfully bashing the hulked mass to the ground! Wistfully, sabers glided back to the palms of their master, spiraled fleetingly, then latched to his belt upon deactivation.

Kindi stood stunned by what had unfolded. With such a grand mathematical mind, it did not take long for the scientist to compute: no matter what droids were in "The Cavern", they could not stop this pursuing threat! Only something terrifying in his lair might stave the Jedi adversary. After a quick about-face, Kindi waddled deeper down the hall. Worried, white eyes looked over his should, the sight only caused greater panic. Hett’s tattooed face and collected demeanor haunted Kindi.

Hazoc looked to the Jedi, “So… got something about flyers that makes you flex like that? Or do you always show off for the “shinnies”?”

“That wasn’t for you Lieutenant. Distress can be a tool against those who previously thought it exclusive to them- Knowledge they are nearly undone.”

“Heh.. you mean fear?” Hazoc’s voice lightened with Hett’s use of psychology. Hett’s only retort was a silent glance.

Using a remote to activate a bulky set of gears to close the cavern’s gateway, Kindi fled to his laboratory. Large clanks smacked, pulling the entry way closer to securing closed. It could only stall them, but that might be enough for him to escape...or worse!

“General, he’s closing the hatch! If that locks, who knows how long a breach will take! …If that’s even possible..” Hazoc sprinted towards Kindi’s trail! Hett joined the race; raising the gunship on the comlink, “Pilot, lodge the LAAT against the door!”

“Already on it sir! Will do what we can, but move fast!” Squeezing his controls, the pilot maneuvered his larty towards the tightening gap. His co-pilot remained uneasy due to the density of the door, “Is this even going to work? Those gears might crush us!” Pilots of the 327th Star Corp were used to running missions of a dire sort. “We only need to buy them time to get through. Let’s do this. Buckle up!” Momentum behind the gunship was easily gained once the thrusters were punched into action. A blast of thunder rumbled! Seats shook violently with the shuttering power engaged.

“Deactivate all weapon systems! Let’s not blow ourselves up!” Subtle whines inside the gunship were audible whilst numerous systems shut down. With mere seconds to act, the craft dove down sharply. Teeth clenched. The pilot wrenched his control stick sharply, back to the left with one hand. The other jammed the throttled into full force, then pulled back equally as hard.

This chain of events caused the gunship to bellow before its metallic belly screamed against the bases rock covered, metal floor. Pressure applied its weight against the starboard wing! Groaning, the skin wrinkled before popping to condense on itself. The door marched on, popping and squeezing until the front hull and rear gun were pinched. Strongest part of the of Gunship was its long, lateral keel.

“Move, move, move!” The pilot shouted! Each pulled an emergency handle to blow out a side compartment releasing the canopy. Both rolled out of the cockpit and into the Separatist base. Hurrying, each grabbed a blaster off the rack inside the larty’s armament bay. Stress popped rivets and seams, pushing the exoskeletal armor passed its proven test point.

An opening remained in the bay, for the time being. A’ Sharad Hett stepped through the space he had meditated in less than an hour prior. Cold plates waited on the other side of the improvised partition. “Well done pilots. Remarkably so.” The pair snapped to attention, “Thank you sir!”

“Tread lightly.” Hett’s focus persisted, he saw the necessity of prudence over error. “Doubtful Dooku anticipated us finding this asset, but we need to be careful.” Boots softly tread over metal plated floors. This base was similar to many others, modular in its construction. Other labs Hett liberated had similar layouts. Entire sections built elsewhere then quickly constructed on site allowed more time to be spent on camouflaging the operation.

Suddenly, the furthest corridor brightened. Again and again, each compartment flicked on florescent lamps. Hazoc’s voice whispered, “He’s powering up the generators General. Time is no longer a luxury..” The Jedi raised his hilts, “I agree.. lets move!” Boots thudded, each picked up the track previously started, unaware what they’d find around each bend. Hett’s breathing was nearly nonexistent. Turning corners, left and right. Troopers splintered off as needed to secure new sections. 

The base was fairly linear making the task to clear it straight forward. Troopers stopped to analyze and scan, but most of what they found were pieces of tech or vials that contained substances yet to be weaponized. “We’re in luck General..” Hazoc’s voice reported in, “..this lab is being prepped. It’s not fully operational. No support staff! Any droids found are being dealt with.”

Hett had left a trail of battle droids in his wake, but no sign of Kindi. He continued to search. Fear lingered in the hall. The Jedi honed in on the residual emotion; the scent of his prey. A voice garbled from Hett’s armored communicator, “Sparks found a data pa… concern. High and toxic substances …rived a fe.. weeks ago, …t we haven’t found ….yet. We’re en route ….  ….. po…ion now! _____” Silence dropped over the prevailing static.

A tall door, wide apart, straddled the hall. Inside, plants of all types thrived, dozens of tanks held who knows what. Control panels, screens, holograms, lab stations -- scattered across the room in a glow of organized chaos. Tenderly, Hett walked with his saber in hand. Above, odd inscriptions covered the pillars and beams. Air itself grew stale and heavy. A column of boxes fell to the floor! Kindi stood sniveling behind them, clearly attempting to make use of a hatch marked, “Emergency.”

“You weren’t meant to leave Kindi. That’s generally the separatist way.”

“Save…save your lies, Jedi! You..You have no idea where you are…or..or who you address!” Kindi raised up from his knees. The frightened nature morphed into blind stubbornness. There’s something to be said for a corned creature standing its ground.

“Gabrel Kindi: Actually, one of my lesser known dossiers. You weren’t on our radar until after the Naboo incident. Given your profession, affinity for the confederation, and family ties to Dr. Nuvo Vindi. It’s an irrefutable combination. Your cousin resurrected the "Blue Shadow Virus" of the most deadly in the galaxy. The assassinations bore similar, fast acting symptoms. Only thing is, you haven’t harnessed it.”

“Nuvo wasn’t.. the only ..success of my.. family!” his speech fragmented with his rise in emotion. His hands trembled with anger. “He brought life back to the blue shadow virus..yes…but mine is entirely from...from scratch! How to use it! How to.. employ it.. is a.. different matter! You know.. what happened. The way their.. veins turned black.. the agony of DEATH! More test subjects! The galaxy..will bow with trepidation!”

Kindi watched a squad of troopers run towards the lab door. Hazoc shouted to Hett, who quickly had gained his admiration, “General get out of ther..” but his voice was cut silent by the activation of some type of ray shield. “More test subjects.. in time. Naïve little test tube organisms!” Kindi emphasized with a glint of determination, “but first.. I deal with you!”

“Jedi are not merely dealt with Kindi. It’s not too late to turn yourself over. Undo the damage of your projects. Dooku played his hand, and he has left you with nothing.” Hett’s steps took him closer and closer to Kindi. A fat droplet of sweat glistened, trailing down the alien’s pasty forehead. “Stop! Not another step! Or…or I’ll..” Without grace, Kindi Clumsily attempted to push a crate in front of the force-strong human.

Screeching, the box ground to a halt far from the Jedi's foot, the intended target. Hett drew his second blade, the proximity disappearing between them heightened the scientist’s frantic effort.


The tattooed Jedi’s steps immediately halted, “Don’t.”

“You.. let me.. out of here.. Or we all DIE!”

“We do not negotiate with terrorists Kindi.”  

“I am a SCIENTIST! These spores will kill you.. and your clones!! Who knows what else.. if the walls.. are breeched!”

Hett’s demeanor remained calm, undaunted by imminent death. Meditation largely provided his continuous state of tranquility woven to a sense of purpose. “Your death would soon follow. Put down the trigger.”

“I won’t!! Noo.. instead.. instead I think I’ll make my escape ..over your raven-veined.. wiggling corpse. These spores will hold you at bay. This will release them! So stand your.. men down! I am passing! NOW!”

Surrounding the room was a sterile bay lit by blue glows of containment beams. Behind was a flurry of what seemed to be magnified pollen spores; a test weapon. Their fuzzy texture was to cling on a breeze easily upon dispersal in the sky. Kindi could not be allowed to leave at any cost!

“Make way!”

“You will not be leaving this room Kindi.”

“Over your dead body!” Kindi’s sweating thumb pressed down against the switch. The subtle hum of the containment field only became noticed once it had ceased. Kindi pulled a mask from his thick coat; laughing sickly all the while. Though the air was still inside the room, the filtration system caused minimal assistance which the flurries grabbed hold. Slowly they floated with no rhyme or reason into the room, their deathly traces trailing a powder behind.

“NOOOO!!” Hazoc let out a shout, his fists pounding against the wall! “General, we’ll get you out of there!”

Hett deactivated his sabers, latching them again to his waist, “You will do no such thing Lietenant. I will let him pass.”

“General, we can’t! You know what will happen if he makes it out.”

“HA HA HA HA HA! Too late Jedi! I can’t control.. these spores yet! OR..maybe that's the BEAUTY!! Either way...I'm leaving.. over your body.. then over those clones. Its the virus! This.. is merely the cure.. of this war's scourge.” Kindi’s mask fogged up with every boorish laugh.

Hett’s eyes closed. The cloth shrouding his chest barely fluctuated from how shallow the man’s breath became. Without a visible sign, the spores lingered mere inches from the Jedi. The fortitude of his meditation undulated the poisonous spores in place. Slowly they drifted away from A’ Sharad Hett. Kindi made a sprinting hobble toward the Jedi, misinterpreting Hett altogether. Exerting little effort, Hett raised a pair of fingers from their perch against his knee, hurling the rotund scientist back across the room. Kindi’s body smashed against his desk before hitting the floor with a thud. A tiny creek was the only noise that carried through the air after the impact.

A’ Sharad Hett’s eyes opened slowly to see the Faust male rolling erratically. Raising to his feet quickly, Kindi’s body language was that of sheer horror! Hett’s eyes opened to reveal a splintering crack through Kindi’s lifeline. “How could you?!”

“Now you can pass..” Hett’s voice softly spoke. Kindi’s brow pursed in his first moment of sincere confusion. At a loss of words he continued rushing to clog the crack with his rubberized glove. Color flushed away from his already bland skin. Soft bristles of terror overcame Kindi the more he moved. A soft creak grinded sounded from the glass across his mask, “You.. you can’t let me die!”

Spores continued to surround the two, the threat remained very, very tangible. Hett maintained his fortitude, but softly conversed with the frantic engineer, “So says the murderer.”

“But, you’re a Jedi! I am merely a scientist.. you must see the position I was in.. the orders.. the threats!”

Chilled eyes looked on, “I do see. Darkness shrouds all your work. Saving you - sentences the innocent to death..”

“We all have.. parts to play Jedi!” Extending, the crack grew with another creek.

“Not anymore Kindi. Yours resides here beneath the sand.”

“NO! You can’t just…”

“THIS fate was constructed by yourself. We DO have parts to play; saving you is not mine.”

Clone troopers looked on through the ray shield, uncertain what was unfolding aside from what was visible. Kindi unwittingly continued applying pressure and in his fear, squeezed the glass until it fractured with a pop! From his throat a high pitched squeal burst! The spores spiraled around him in the turmoil. His gasps enticed the sensitive spores closer with each vast inhale.

Looping and drifting the toxic cloud encroached. Cornered behind a table, Kindi held his breath, but it was too late. Small particles floated into contact against his skin causing him to wail again! Instantly darkness spread through his veins! “AHHH!!! NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!!! I didn’t fini.>AHHHH!!” Kindi’s body flopped to the floor, his muscles tense beneath his loose skin. His gaze flared and fixed upon a rubberized glove laying on the floor. That which betrayed him. 

Foam bubbled from the corpses lips, pooling beneath his face.

Hett continued to sit on the floor with his legs folded in front of him. His back remained to the ray-shielded entryway. Hazoc ordered his men to keep him posted, turned, and made his way back to the surface.


 “Over there! Take us to the smoke Captain!” Aayla’s voice was loud across the quiet, but focused bridge.

A clone officer raised his arm to a right angle, “Captain Sightreh, the scanners a picking up very light readings. There is a presence, but depth is playing games on the sensors.”

Sightreh’s arm remained behind him when his right hand lifted to direct the pilots, “Take the ship down. Prepare the landing gear, but do not pipe down the engines. This is a touch and go.”

Aayla Secura quickly motioned to Commander Bly when stepping down from the command deck. “Keep the hatches open.” Bly led the way to a door on the lower hull. After a series of beeps the door slid apart. Bright, blinding light bounced off the approaching dune the closer the Regulator hovered above ground. “Be careful down there General. Already have had enough close calls for one day!”

The Jedi’s smile bloomed, her hand held the door frame while her eyes gauged the distance to the incoming ground. “On a Separatist world with no army group and a series of assassinations, it could get a whole lot worse if we don’t hurry.” Bly’s countenance remained undaunted, “We’ll be here General. Bring back the lads.” Aayla’s response was a simple nod before hastily rappelling down.

Shady smoke continued bellowing from the gunship wreckage which held open a large blast door. Her blackened, stained dress dragged against sand with each step. The smoke stuck to her lungs the closer to the gunship she came. Concealed behind rising ash, a form was barely visible. Hazoc pushed through the smoldering wreckage. Swaying back and forth, the clone trooper’s hand pushed smoke away from his filters while he coughed. Rushing to his side, Aayla helped steady the soldier, “Trooper, are you alright? Where is Master Hett?!”

Hazoc regained steady breathing, but his voice remained coarse. “Not bad sir! Just sand in the filters.” A harsh cough broke his sentence. “He’s in a tight spot! Follow me sir, but take a deep breath! Smoke is filling the facility quickly.” Aayla’s arm pulled the trooper back to the smoking entrance without further hesitation, “Then hop to it trooper!”

The pair rushed through the larty carcass and down into the Confederate facility. Once fluorescent lights became clouded in the murky smog. It loomed in the rafters and grew lower with the passing of each minute. “General: Kindi is dead, but he released the toxin with Hett still in the room! If the door is breached, the vacuum will pull the spores out of the hall. If that happens, there’ll be unknown blowback for the system! We’re dead in the water..” She remained silent with Hazoc’s words whirling in her mind. “..Dead in the water..” Smoke lightened, lingering in the higher sections of the facility. The bulbs glowed starkly in contrast. Her eyes tightened, halos clung to every shinning surface.

A small cluster of clones stood facing the ray shielded laboratory door. “..Master Hett..” Hazoc’s voice belted the ears of his squad, “Aten-hut!” Instantly the squad backed away from the door. Their bodies sharply snapped to attention in two thin, but tightly spaced lines. Aayla paced to the door. Her friend and mentor sat calmly with his back to the door. He could sense her presence before she arrived.

With their communicator’s transmissions being garbled with interference and a shield that blocked sound, their situation was futile. Aayla’s mind reveled and thrashed searching for ideas to cheat fate! Master Hett’s calm grew through his meditation. He reached to her cognizance. The Jedi’s demeanor cooled. No Jedi enjoyed the thought of defeat, but becoming one with the force as a concept each grasped at a young age, some easier than others. Aayla often refused to allow an easy defeat, this was no different.

A sense overcame her blue skin. Warmth shrouded her body, pushing the cold of fear away with its taunts. Master Hett sought her through the Force, reinforcing her doubt. She calmed as she prepared herself with the realization that his life was the cost to keep the spores from spreading what horror had been experienced earlier that day. A vision of Jedi, clone, and varieties of species all succumbing to the tainting, black vein virus. Her finger tips stretched as she leaned against one side of the door. Unwittingly a jagged edge caught the skin of her forearm. With a quick reflex, the female Jedi’s arm pulled back, but her glance zoomed in.

Small and hardly noticeable, Aayla Secura looked closely at the askew metal fragment. Her studying revealed it to be another of Kindi’s countermeasures. Hett sensed her shift in emotion; hope. The idea growing in her mind was the best chance for his survival, but remained steeped in risk. Hazoc stood closely behind Aayla continuing to look over her shoulder. Static flared over the communication chamber of all personnel with a communicator.

**Krrsh** “Gen…l, We need….  … move now! Seppies Incom…” **Krrsh**

Hazoc looked behind and up the ramp to a sight of encroaching smoke. Bulging puffs billowed their direction rapidly filling the hall; cutting down their time. “General, if you’re going to try something- we need to do it now!” Aayla’s finger pressed across the hidden switch activating the room’s mysterious ploy. It’s pressure fought her finger until the spring popped into place. Each trooper watched on as the ceiling began filling with another substance. Aayla sighed as the familiar black bubbles rapidly released from the scrubbers filled more and more space. Spores churned from current shifting in the room. Their sensitive fibers gravitated towards the fuel. Each collection of toxic molecules became doused when their momentum submerged each core. Her finger pulled the small lever back from its pressed position. A brief pause lived long enough to demonstrate the lack of effect the switch had over the river of cleansing fluid!

It continued pouring out at a much faster rate than the room Aayla had previously escaped from. Within minutes her view of Master Hett was obscured. Sweating palms pressed against the ray shield. Undulating fluid covered her view. Short clicks were all that brought the end. Fire erupted without a sound on the opposing side of the ray shield. Crimson and auburn flashed against the visors of each trooper. Bright flickering blazes amplified themselves in the glossy terror of Secura’s blue eyes. Her mind still held her recent escape from such an imminent death nearby, but this was different. Flames licked the ray shield from roof to floor.

As fast as it had begun, the rapture died away. When the final spark extinguished itself, the ray shield’s whuurr ceased. Smoke shrouded the laboratory. Holodisks were melted to tabletops, any plants that existed simply did no longer, and all the metal surfaces now carried a heavily scorched char. Grey smoke lingered through the door way. Two shades of smoke closed in, mingling in the upper most reaches of the bulk heads. Aayla stepped into the silent room. Her foot didn’t click, but stepped into the black sludge of broken down material. A gust blew the fog past her shoulders and out the door! Blue lekku flapped from the robust gust.

Unhindered light illuminated the laboratory once again. A’ Sharad Hett stood from the floor, surrounded by scorched blackness except for a small circle. He stepped out slowly. His hand comforted Aayla’s shoulder in a gesture of appreciation. “Thank you for your quick thinking Aayla.”

The clone troopers were beyond impressed, but Aayla followed nearly in disbelief. “How..”

“Hazoc, what’s our sitrep? I can’t imagine we’ll be unnoticed for much longer.”

“Broken communications have been arriving in blips, but the Sightreh and Bly are eager to get us airborne. Doesn’t sound good Generals!”

“Sturdy your breath, let’s get to the surface, NOW!”

Troopers and Jedi both took large gasps, filling their lungs. They charged into the dark cloud and began the choking ascent from the facility lowest lab. Clones used filters to keep their pathway visible. No sight was needed for the Jedi; effortlessly leaping over obstacles. A gust of heat pressed against Hett’s face. It gave him the indication the burning gunship was just ahead. His boots sounded a familiar clacking as they all stepped through the bay. The next instant blinding desert light blazed their eyes!

Thunder boomed from the Regulator’s engines, lulling on the ground. The ships landing gear pressed heavily into the shifting sands. Commander Bly and a squad ran to those exiting the facility to steady their paces. Bolstering each other’s balance, clones aided one another up the Arquiten light cruiser’s steep boarding ramp.

Hett looked back to the gunship’s wreckage, “Commander Sightreh, be sure to handle that gunship before we leave. This operation was unavoidably messy.”

The officer’s voice was heavy, “Commander Bly has that handled. Debarkation should be immediate. There are incoming Separatist signals descending through the atmosphere as we speak!” As mentioned, Commander Bly approached the pair of Jedi holding a detonator, “Lets get out of here generals.” His thumb pressed the circular red button setting of a chain of explosions that tore through the gunship and upper hall of the entry hallway! A bloom of flames, smoke, and sand plumed in the air then settled into an ever growing crater. Commander Bly and Hazoc jogged up the ramp, activating its lift mechanisms. The commander’s voice shouted over the comm, “Captain, we are loaded and sec’d! Lift away!”

Aayla remained bewildered at Hett’s survival. Troops accepted that he did so because he was a Jedi, but Secura couldn’t put her finger on it. “Master Hett, how did you manage to… how did you survive?” The two made their way up the ramp and headed toward the bridge. Hett looked to Aayla’s concerned eyes, “An oasis lies at the core of each Jedi. No matter what our environment: a sandstorm, fleet of ships, a war; finding calm within focus determines your reality.” Aayla sighed, “I see that fire didn’t cleanse your knack for philosophy one bit!”

Hett stepped through the bulkhead, “Apparently not Knight Secura. My father, Sharad Hett, trained me to hone focus by pressing my meditations to coincide with the sandstorms Tatooine. Eventually I found how that fortitude was useful in insulating me from the barrage of stand.” Aayla was curious to learn more about Hett’s Oasis Calm. “..and the cleansing catalyst?”

“Much the same way. As for this mission Secura..”

“You were right master. It’s hard not to get sand in your boots during a maelstrom.. this war is tearing the galaxy apart. Even when separatists reach out for peace..” Aayla remained troubled by everything that had unfolded so rapidly during their mission to Aarognar. “This is going to be a pretty hefty report..”

Hett entered the bridge as the cruiser pressed beyond the atmosphere. The sky turned black; hues of blue and tan fading behind. “Captain, get us into hyperspace before we’re cut off and intercepted!” Sightreh tapped his navigation clone on the shoulder, “Already underway. Coordinates locked – take us in the lane, activate the hyperdrive!”

The Regulator soundlessly burst from its position into hyperspace! Behind trailed a cloud of sand particles where the ship was last. Separatist war ships lulled suddenly now that their prey was gone. Fast away on a track to a core world, heavily defended by the Republic. This quarry wasn’t worth the clash that following would bring, but Sanjay Rash was hard at work turning his hard luck around.  

__________________________ Back on Aarognar ______________________

A hologram illuminated Sanjay Rash’s face. Crammed in a small craft, the Onderron delegate turned to face the blue figure, none other than Dooku himself. “Soo Rash.. it seems you’ve begun turning this catastrophe to your advantage.”

“Those Jedi gave me everything I needed to. With the help of a few droids, I framed the facility destruction to look like a strike team penetrated the blockade, attacking a health laboratory. Tragically we lost Kindi, the Science Minister seeking to cure many different ailments. So, will you keep your word to supply my ascension to the throne of Onderron?”

“You have demonstrated cunning. Confederation resources will be allocated to your coup shortly, but if you FAIL me… your fall from such esteemed position shall be the least of your concerns.”

Rash’s voice quivered with both fear and eagerness, “Sometimes by losing a battle, you discover a new way to win the war. My cause will prevail.” Eyebrows of Dooku perked up, “..Your cause?”

“The the Separatist’s! Onderron will be brought into the fold of the Confederation. Thank you Count Dooku.”

Dooku’s gaze starred down at Rash before leaving him again in Darkness. He leaned back into his pilot’s chair watching the streaking stars of hyperspace. His eyes fell to his lap. In his hands, two ornate, silver shoulder plates. Behind him the body of his fallen comrade, Declan Bonteri.

Again the hologram was activated. A tall, slender woman moved into the message holding a data pad. Her voice was soft, “What a surprise Sanjay! Lux just left for the academy. I wasn’t expecting an update from the delegation so soon after your leave.”

“Apologies for the unexpected timing Senator Bonteri, but it could not wait…” Rash’s voice cracked.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened?!” Her kind concern skyrocketed!

“I’m sorry Mina.. He was felled during a Republic incursion, but I assure you…We WILL have retribution!”

The Clone Wars_Oasis Calm Vol. V Pt. 2
Here it is! The finally of Oasis Calm!

Hope you enjoyed and recognized a few major characters from the Clone Wars series.

Its been a SUPER long work week so my grammer and editing took a hit, but it will be fixed over time.

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Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Oasis Calm -- Volume V

“The greatest test of courage is to bear defeat without losing heart.”

Dooku’s voice carried over everyone’s state of surprise, “You fools! She’s a JEDI!!”

In that moment existed a brief pause. The separatists’ minds raced to find a next move, Bonteri suddenly bewildered by the revelation that the woman next to him was far more than she put on, then Secura who’s mission was now reaffirmed by the evidence before her.

Bonteri’s voice broke the silence, “I’m placing you all under arrest until we..” his declaration unexpectedly interrupted! Rapid bursts of laser fire broke out! Blurs of red beamed through the door way. Without wasting a second, R4- G9 flipped open a compartment holding Aayla Secura’s weapon, her lightsaber. A click snapped, hurling the Jedi’s silver hilt toward her! In a sweeping motion, her reach through the force pulled the silver to her palm, igniting the blade on contact.

“NOW!” Commander Bly shouted! His hands reached forward to the commando droid taking aim at Secura’s back! Before his hands firmly grasped the cold metal of the foe, Bly summarily wrenched the droid’s head at a sharp upward, right angle. Smoke popped with sparks when its head disconnected cleanly.

His men moved quickly, but held nowhere near the prowess of their commanding officer. Each engaged an enemy, throwing their momentum to topple the droid and gain a new advantage. Their struggle intensified! Each pounded and pulled at metallic limbs, only to receive a reply of hasty, hard hitting jabs.

Cracks of armor were audible. Bly moved to aid his squad; improvising with an E-5 blaster clutched in a hand of his latest dispatched enemy. Taking aim, his trigger finger squeezed. One blaster bolt, then a second, and a third fired into different commando droids giving his troopers the sought after edge.

A loud clap reverberated against the wall! Bly’s waist twisted ‘round to find another trooper suspended against a wall; his neck tight within the vice grip of a battle droid! The commander’s left arm extended, aimed; and then fired a dart tailed by a cable. Within seconds, a flurry of electric current pulsed from his gauntlet down the line to the dome of the droid; overloading its cranial processors! The final droid dropped; his visual sensors smoldered. Each squad mate looked to their commander in awestruck silence, “Arm up troopers!” Bly’s helmet turned to the shinnie rubbing his bruised throat, “You have Captain Fordo to thank for that move…”

Aayla Secura made her way into the dimly lit room. Her blade glowed then flashed brilliantly with every laser bolt deflected. She could still make out the crackling hologram that seemed amused by the situation. Rash continued firing blindly and as quickly as possible. Gabrel Kindi searched for a case he had been compiling moments prior. “But what about our agreement Count?!?” Dooku’s low, steady voice was audible to all, “It depends how you manage to salvage this incident Rash.” The hologram cut, leaving the two conspirators in darkness to fend for themselves.

Their area brightened the closer Aalya’s blade drew. “Don’t you have a contingency plan for this sort of thing?!” Sweating palms made the blaster Rash held continue to slip; every shot less accurate than the previous. “I.. have this! Hmmm.. No this will work!” Oddly shaped, the minister of science laid beneath a desk on his side. Reaching up his finger prodded in the dark until it flicked a peculiar little switch.

The glow of the saber illuminated odd thick bubbles which sank from ceiling dispensers. Dense in both color and weight, their behavior was very strange. Bly’s squad began entering the room from behind Aayla. Kindi chuckled to himself, “Heh heh heh… This is a peculiar use ..for sanitation protocol. All the same!” Crawling, he made his way to a shelf that slid open very narrowly. When Rash became aware of his compatriot slipping through the wall with a crate of mixtures and data; he bolted to force his way through too. The two pressed to open and close the door on one another. “I’d get down.. if you want to make it out!! You can’t come in! This door.. is the trigger!” Rash was taken back by the sudden betrayal, but in reflection, if the situation was in revers, Rash’s action would have been the same, “You ARE a mad man!”

Gabrel Kindi clarified as the hidden panel slammed shut, “NO! Not a man--- a scientist!”

A bubble popped against Bly’s gloved hand. The chemical was oily and smeared with ease. He thought to himself, quickly analyzing its properties. This was a chemical used to fight contaminant hazards in critical facilities! “GET DOWN!!” his voice coarsened from the force of the air pressing through his throat. Aayla dropped to the floor as did Rash, who wedged himself under a work station. The Jedi’s instincts paid off when a miniscule ignitor triggered the bubbles, encapsulating fuel, which by then filled the air.

“Down Snapper!!! NOW!” The trooper being yelled at had unwittingly strode into the trap, “Ohh Skrag__”

Quicker than any clone could react, the spark burst the nearest bubble! Each acted as a catalyst creating a chain reaction that spread quicker than a breath. Anything higher than 1 meter off the ground was instantly enveloped in raging fire! Flames quickly developed a life of their own; spiraling, burning uncontrollably, and consuming air faster than it was available.

Bly looked up. His armor laid flat against the floor. Flames thickened! Aayla surveyed the situation; her cough worsened. Eerily, the rapture of flame above continued its cleanse without a sound. Every surface touched by oil burned hotter and hotter until the material seared on a molecular level. A mysterious toxin dripped heavily from the silent belches of fire. Her commander’s visor starred directly at her, reflecting the orange lambent above. “General, crawl your way to the hall! Our scrubbers will gives us a few extra moments time!”

The crisp, white dress she wore darkened with grimy sludge every movement. She crawled with the armored squad following quickly behind, their armor collecting much. Grazing her elbow, Aayla’s face turned in the direction of an outstretched hand, fingers spread far apart! Briefly the struggle continued until the hand relaxed, collapsing to the floor! It belonged to that of clone trooper, Snapper. His armor blackened from mid-thigh up. Snapper’s body glove, though fire resistant, stood no chance against the catalyst continuing to bubble against the festering skin. Even the charred armor was noticeably deformed from exposure to such great temperatures; its edges curled and boiled in a shroud of raven smoke. Each trooper paused for a brief, silent salute. In war, that was the most that could be given without risking oneself.

“Almost there..” Aayla’s lekku laid close to her body, the wavering light of the hall guided her. Heat vented through the door, dispersing to manageable levels. She observed the surroundings after clearing the door, “Oh no..” her voice sank. Bly and his troopers continued crawling from the inferno, their armor  singed. “What’s wrong General?…Oh..” The clone commander had regained his footing beside his general and was now looking down at a series of blast shots which held Aayla’s gaze.

Declan Bonteri lay propped against the warm stone wall. Four small rings continued their amber blaze through his shined ceremonial armor. His eyes rolled to the side before opening. “What betrayal.. is this..?” Bonteri coughed before attempting to breathe deeply. His voice, now weak and raspy, tried with futility to overcome the soft gurgle that made its way up his throat. A small trail of blood seeped from the man’s lips, staining his beard. Struggling up the wall, Bly moved toward him to provide first aid. To their shock, he back in revulsion, uncertain of any previous allegiance! “..treach..ery!...” Bonteri whispered. His body slid down the wall. Finally resting against the rock floor, the group saw the extent of the man’s mortal wounds which bellowed smoke from his back.

“Leave him for now Commander Bly. We can only make matters worse for him.” In an ironic turn, Aayla’s senses became tormented through the force for the separatist’s confusion and angst.

“We need to catch Gabrel Kindi before he makes it off world! Bly, your communicator.” Her blue hand held the sides of Bly’s communication device.

Bo-Weep Weep!                Bo- Weep Weep!

“Yes Jedi Secura?” The Jedi master’s voice calm and collected as expected.

Aayla and her troopers already began running back to their Arquiten cruiser, “We have a tumultuous situation unfolding Master! There are chemical weapon elements escaping the palace to an unknown bunker. We can’t allow Kindi to escape with them! He is in league with Dooku”

A’ Sharad Hett’s pilot leaned over from his perch in the cockpit, “General Hett, we have a set of ships powering up on the scanner! Speeder Class sir!”

Clones of the 327th within the gunship raised to their feet abruptly. “Finally!” many thought upon seeing their commander’s raised fingers swirl in a circular mount-up gesture. “Looks like we’ve got your ships Secura. Find your way back to the Regulator! I’ll pursue Kindi and undo this lab!”

“We’ll get back then rendezvous at the bunker!” Her voice raised over the sounds of their feet running down the hall; their previous steps retraced.

“Pilot: Detach and pursue!”

“Right away sir!” the co-pilot replied. The pair coordinated the docking brackets for release. Loud clatters shook the gunship with the clamps’ release. Heaving engines propelled the larty forward from between the prongs of the Arquiten cruiser, Regulator.

A trio of red blips pinged on the scanner. “We’re about to lock on ‘em sir!” In charge of weapon systems, the copilot utilized his aiming mechanisms diligently.

“NO! Not yet. Just keep them in your sights! Do not allow them to gain any awareness of us pilots.”

Nodding, the pilot acknowledged, “Will do sir! Won’t be too hard in this desert.”

“Cuh..uhg!” Sanjay Rash regained consciousness. Propping himself up, Rash coughed repeatedly. His lungs felt filled with smoke. After a quick gander at the surrounding wreck, he slithered from beneath the station and observed how fortuitous his luck had run. Though Rash survived, the precariousness of his situation was all too tangible! His boots lightly splashed in the muck coating the floor. By then the fire had diminished to sparse embers scattered across the room. A crisp line on the wall showed the drastic effects of the cleansing counter measure.

Rash reached for the sidearm previously used, but it lay melted beyond use above the counter. He wondered to himself; how could he make it out of this position as Count Dooku had jaunted? It seemed Rash’s dreams of the throne were dashed until he saw something. Terribly burned, a clone trooper lay sprawled across the floor. “Well..this could be useful” he murmured to himself.

His hands wrapped beneath the shoulder straps of the clone trooper’s chest armor. Rash tugged the corpse towards the door until his heel clicked against the doorways raised lip. Looking down the hall, he saw another squad of commando droids patrolling. Rash quickly turned the other direction, but dropped the clone out of sheer shock!


Rash’s fellow delegate from Onderron lay feint. His consciousness swayed in and out. Rash knelt beside Bonteri. Blaster wounds no longer glowed, but their piercing damage had been done. Bonteri’s gaze fell upon Rash who was unsure how to act due to the recent motion to place him under arrest. “Can I ease you friend?”   

Bonteri’s body grew more rigid and heavy. “The cause.. the cause is..fals.. Mina – my love..” The general struggled with every fiber of his being to convey the most important messages in his heart and mind. Tightly his fingertips clasped the silver, ceremonial armor plates adorning his shoulders. Unclasping them from his uniform, Bonteri held the family heirlooms to his slowly beating heart. “Lux.. fight ..on…son…..” His eyes glazed as though a tear were close to unraveling down his cheek, instead, his final breath gave way.

Sanjay Rash took in hand both metal shoulder plates then rose to his feet. “Droids! This way! Carry these two and follow me.” Cold machine digits reached down, lifting the two bodies from the heated rock. Their purposes remained unknown…

Engines of the LAAT roared at heights far enough above leaving the sands below undisturbed. Beneath the nose, many meters ahead, speeders kicked up easily spotted trails of sand that lingered in the crisp air. The evading culprit had no idea his trail was now tracked. Kindi’s path was direct across the dunes and rolling topography. Far ahead a large cloud grew from the ground up. Swirls of sand caught in another gale!

Ahead, dual stone edifices starkly jutted from the sea of sand. The speeders’ pace slowed the closer they came to the dark tanned spikes. Where most exposed rock was worn down by unrelenting tussles of wind and rock, these pillars remained jaggedly shaved.

Gabrel Kindi’s speeder approached his hidden chemical lair. A sly sneer bloomed across his eerie grey skin. Thoughts of his success made his smirks irresistible! Familiar secret walls grew more visible.

Suddenly, five automated defense turrets rose from the sand! Gabrel threw up his arm to protect his toxic case! “NOO!! I’m an ally!” The defenses opened fire in a frenzy of red, sporadic blasts. Beams fired over Kindi’s head towards the sky. “What? No! How could they ..have followed! FIRE!! FIRE!! FIRE!!! Keep them OUT!!”

Hett’s spoke when the first laser blasts speckled the gunship’s cockpit window, “Surprise is up gentlemen! Take aim and remove those turrets.”

Lieutenant Havoc’s voice shouted above the clatter of weapons being equipped, “Ready up troopers!” Fingers tightened then lifted the familiar pistols from his holsters. “This is what we get for waiting! Scrap em!!” Targeting computers beeped furiously making locks with marked targets on the ground.

“Missiles away!” Both pilots unfurled a hail of weapons from the gunship’s armament. Projectiles mounted beneath the wing launched with a screeching hiss! Their trails glowed a hollow blue; speeding ahead of the gunship toward the automatic turrets. Each explosive device met its target, shredding apart on impact. Without shielding, all defenses were dismantled in the coordinated flurry! Bursts of flame burped from below hurling droid shrapnel pluming into the sky. Smoke stretched away from flickering flames that emanated above the sand; winds pulling in waves.

“Droids!..Droids..Keep them out! Fight them off” Waving frantically, Kindi’s hand motioned his escort to turn and fight. From the bunker’s door marched a number of hulking super battle droids flanked by their lanky B1 predecessors.  

Kindi’s speeder skidded to a halt as close to the hatch as possible in order to avoid the unfurling bursts of shrapnel! Awkwardly shaped, one leg swung high above the back pads, helping the scientist to roll off the side. His gate, an obstinate hobble, demonstrated it had been quite a while since having to run. A’ Sharad Hett’s hand pressed into a panel beside the blast door triggering both to open simultaneously. Speeding air aided in each blast door’s great weight pulling into their open position. Instantly, light flooded the open bay holding the squad of Star Corps troopers.

“Attack them!!” hissed Kindi as he retreated behind a bulkhead. His eyes curled from the side of a nearby barrier. Morbid curiosity made him linger! Square and ungainly, the gunship approached! Green lasers beamed down from the chin guns furiously pelting the sand and any target standing between. Each impact tossed hardened chunks of crystalized sand reeling into the sky!

Nearing the ground, the snout of the gunship raised. Intently, troopers gripped the bar above their heads to maintain footing during the steep shift. Lieutenant Hazoc leaned over the edge of the gunship’s base board firing his pistol, “Now lads! Quick line it!! GO GO GO!! We’re on it General!”

“Let’s Hit em!”  Thick, black ropes dropped from the flanks of each bay door.

“EAT LASERR!!!” Clone troopers clad in white armor, speckled in blast scars and yellow paint, slid down the lines with ease! Their weapons cut loose blue lasers with every meter of their descent.

“On the right!! SMOKE EM!” Thudding to the ground, their pace paused only an instant before starting a forward sprinting assault! Each covered one another while hurrying towards the bunker entrance. One step at a time brought them closer to danger, but further from open ground; a much deadlier nemesis.

Rockets fired from an upgraded B-2 slammed into a stubby sandbank splashing a burst of shrapnel into the air, “I’m hit in shoul…UHG!” A clone trooper’s voice cut short by a series of hot, red lasers riddling his chest. Lifeless, he fell to his back.

“Stag is down – PUSH UP on the right! Tighten up! Hit em hard on the left, MOVE!” Hazoc dodged while dashing forward. His pistol rattled off a series of shots in quick succession. B1’s collapsed in response to each well aimed shot. Another trooper ran with a heavy weight in his step. His Z-5 rotary canon quickly felled the bulk of droids still standing between the troopers and their objective.

Kindi snickered at the apparent success! His eyes glimmered when the unsuspecting clone troopers verified each droid was not going to stand again. He had been looking forward to using a recent gift from Dooku.

The squad’s pathfinder led the way over tattered metallic corpses. Something remained satisfying about that scent; the scent of frying circuitry. His body twisted giving the “clear” signal to Hazoc before looking above to the gunship, “All clear sir!” Hazoc raised one arm to his side then motioned with two fingers. Each trooper moved; weapons alert. Returning his gaze to the gateway, the pathfinder noticed several glows in the dark of the hatch, “Sir, do you hear that hiss?”

Kindi slowly backed away from the hatch while two pairs of jetting B2-RP’s rocketed passed! Rapidly the quad flew through the door. Jets mounted on their backs screeched with propulsion output increasing their agility. Both arms extended launching a dense barrage of fire into the clones cutting down the pathfinder “Down!” “Sir there’s no cover!” “Not these agai – AHHHG!” …then two others.

Checking left and right, the pilot failed to acquire a firing vector of the incoming droids. “General, I can’t hit them! They’re right beneath us!” A laugh burst with giddy excitement from the causeway! Kindi had never seen combat and reveled in its carnage, but he had also never seen a Jedi Master…

The Clone Wars__ Oasis Calm Vol V Pt.1
If you want to know where this story came from...well it all started with this fun concept picture completed by a good friend and talented:…

From there, I wanted to give this scene a story.

Stay tuned for the conclusion in part 2!!!

Hope you enjoy all the references back to the Clone Wars series....both of em ;)
Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Oasis Calm -- Volume IV

“Suspicion is a poison. A small drop makes a deadly weapon of the freshest water; contaminating pure intent.”

The commotion within the great dining hall continued to rise when more commando droids stormed through doors and window slits in the wall. R4- G9 rolled hastily towards Aayla Secura, spinning clockwise around her. The disguised Jedi Knight took the Grand Chairman by the arm due to her protective instinct, preparing to rush him to a place of greater safety. Her eyes peered around the room then locked on a squad of droids rapidly closing in at a full sprint. Their weapons drawn!

Commander Bly and his squad abandoned their position, guarding the main entrance, and bolted to their general. “Freeze! Release the Chairmen!” the lowly pitched droids ordered repeatedly, “Freeze!” Bly couldn’t make it passed the metal squad without escalating the situation; a risk he was not willing to make. “WHOA WHOA WHOA!!” he shouted, the other clones prepped to dismember the clankers if need be, but their commanding officer’s extended hand motioned them to hold.

Aged, but regaining some semblance of his composure, Grand Chairman Utak, reassured the callous, metal faces at his command, “No no no! Put those guns away!” The sight of his closest security advisor expiring in such horrifying display, wrenched his very core. “I don’t Who…why?” the old male’s eyes grew glassy. Aayla turned toward him to aid in his balance. Upon holding him, she felt his frailty through the aged robes; the trembling. The sight of him drew a haunting sadness from within. Utak’s age amplified grossly by the recent moments of pronounced angst.

Onderon General, Declan Bonteri, had assumed the role of security by this time. Squad after squad of droids received orders in quick succession. Each guest was quickly ushered to their prospective quarters for safe keeping. His voice was constant, woven into the disorder as the evening’s company dispersed. Swiftly, Bonteri left his fellow Onderon comrade, Sanjay Rash, under the supervision of Science Minister Gabrel Kindi.

With ease Bonteri located the Republic visitors. He was not surprised to see them closest to the Grand Chairman during such a scattered moment. Running to his side, the salty haired general of Onderon sighed at the sight of his best commando droids encircling the revered leader. “Make way!” The order given not only to the droids, but clone troopers simultaneously. Good thing Bly wore a helmet, for his brow’s crinkled with amplified consternation. Clones and droids promptly parted ways for the military attaché. His body firmly stepped between the white clothed, blue skinned diplomat whose hands wrapped the right arm of Grand Chairman Utak. Secura stepped back. Distrust clearly evident from Bonteri’s posturing.

The man’s stature made a momentary transformation from soldier, to what is best described as that of a nurturing son. Wrapped one arm around Utak’s back, his other arm affectionately assured his mentor, “I will sort this out. Justice will be dealt.” Looking over his shoulder, Declan Bonteri’s eyes met Aayla’s with stern intensity. He was leery and protective, but the Jedi did not sense resentment among his emotions. Declan used the sleeve of his uniform to wipe his eye when guiding the chairmen to a squad of droids. Among them was a T- series tactical droid. The metal was covered in paint reflective of the sand environment of the system.

“TJ- 122, take your squad and escort the Grand Chairmen to the royal chambers. Keep him secure.”

White droid eyes looked toward Bonteri, “Roger. And what of the republ..”

“Leave them under my supervision.” With a short snap, his fingers called the attention of a droid which had been carrying out dinner service moments prior. “Guide the chairman and keep him at ease.” Droids in the royal service had been programmed to deal with the ruler’s growing fragility. Their programming was far more conducive than the callous nature of any battle droid. Slowly the ruler blinked with drawn out and deep sighs. “You’re friendship is dearly appreciated Declan. This evening…this evening has gone woefully awry. Find justice for them!” Utak’s temper flared, but wavered quickly when his strength dissipated.

Lowly the command droid spoke, “Come sir.”

“Ah yes yes.. off we go. Thank you Dec.”

Declan Bonteri simply replied with a slight bow of his head, “Of course.” When his head raised again, his blue eyes locked with a violet pair who watched the exchanges unfold from a distance. Unrelentingly analytical, the Separatist Councilor Atell’s stare was severe. Bonteri paused to prompt a nod. Everyone had something to gain and much to lose during the war. Seldom could any person afford to be perceived as an ally of the Republic, but handling the blue skinned representative himself was the most efficient way to begin solving this crime against the separatist cause! Atell’s green face faded from the light when she turned from the room with her droid escort.

Deeply exhaling, Bonteri’s finger tips squeezed the rigid top of his nose, between his eyes. He motioned Secura to approach. “Let’s walk Madame Secura.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” she replied, beckoning to her droid to follow closely.

“…To say the least” spoke a clone trooper from the 327th. His voice not loud enough to alert the diplomats, but not quite enough to avoid his shoulder being smacked by a comrade. Bly turned to face the direction of the comment. The commander seldom needed to move his head in order to display emotion through his view plate. One by one they fell in behind Bly, mirrored again by commando droids, this time with blasters.


(Voice scarcely echo down the hall, murmuring in the dark. They approach a locked suite door. A light flickers.)

“Well that was an eventful state function for certain! It’s not every day you see people dropping like mynocks for such delicious food.”

“Yes…yes!! That delivery system was.. effective to say.. to say the least. More so.. than the model predicted!”

“He should be pleased no doubt. Now I can be given the position that was promised for my part!”

“Of course! My work is.. close to so many.. MORE breakthroughs! Up up up here is where I stay. Best place.. for reception. Never directly.. never! Too easy to trace.”
“Well I’m sure our worth is well noted.”

“After, after you, future king.” *snickering

“Ha, yes! Onderon will shortly have what it has required for years. Fresh and decisive blood! Not some old pacifist.. I won’t remain on the fence any longer!”

“Heh heh ha ha! Soon!”

“Sirs, he is expecting you. A communique sent from Serenno is being rerouted from “The Cavern”.”

“Well, patch it through!”

“Yes.. yes droid, then put it through! We must not.. keep him waiting.. long.”

A dimly lit Aayla Secura walked in tandem with Declan Bonteri. The echoing of footsteps ricocheted off the hard surfaces and stalactites far above. Bonteri had silently brooded since leaving the dining room. His silence deep in concentration. A light at the end of the tunnel grew. An entrance to the hall from outside led to a large railed balcony. Every surface of the woven rails were etched with finely crafted carvings. Aayla’s shoulders bent to examine closer. She was curious as to how the sand had not worn away the detail to a smooth, marbled finish. Often that was the case on Ryloth.

Bonteri noticed her interest. “Even when the shield is down, the hall never fills with sand. This was always my favorite balcony during our leadership retreats. Barren sand, waiting to be swept up in a gale, as far as you can see. Peculiar isn’t it?”
Aayla looked back at him, “Even in that sand storm earlier?”

A slight chuckle emanated from his slight grin, “Oh.. You had to fly through that too? I haven’t seen Sanjay Rash frightened to that degree! Most don’t choose to fly through em. Too many have crashed with clogged vent reliefs.” His eyes directly peered into hers as if he saw through her disguised vale. “The fact you did, means that you not only had an incredibly trained crew aboard, but there is a tremendously important motive for pushing on.”

“We’re here to assure relations..” Bonteri raised his palm in a non-threatening motion to pause. It barely moved back and forth, signaling his desire for her to drop the act. “Droids – You are dismissed. Leave us and position yourselves outside.”

“Roger roger!” Metallic pads clanked and clattered against the floor, dissipating with increasing distance.

Commander Bly nodded towards his commander, then signaled his troops to take a short walk away from the balcony providing additional space for the pair’s private discussion. Bonteri’s eyes shifted from the clone trooper’s backs to the defined woman before him. “Let’s not play more cryptic games. You are involved with the Republic far more than you put on, but I’m still not sure to what capacity. Madam Secura, your security entourage is that of the Star Corps and that sends much boulder a message than figurehead Senate guards.”

Aayla replied in her typical confident, matter of fact tone, “The guard is tied thin with an array of duties due to the war effort. Clone battalions stand as their proxy.”
A slight nod of agreement followed, but not one of concession. Bonteri’s scrutiny flared without warning, “The Senate is not so brazen with intent. Your gunships, though hidden, didn’t elude me. You came heavily prepared for an “incident”. An assassination with clone troopers in the room…that’s too foolish for an official of your guile. Surprise isn’t a response easily fabricated; so spare us both the continuation of this facade!
Why are you here?!?”

Aayla’s brow tightened with her presence so close to exposure. A very uncomfortable place to be. “I…” She paused. In a classic play of words, the Jedi wove truth while continuing her disguise as an off the board representative. With a breath she began again, “..I received a message from the Grand Chairman himself. The message was coded within a diplomatic packet. His concern heavy due to the recent battles waged on the planet. After the republic vacated, Utak became aware of secret communications that hinted the presence of a secret lab. The purpose continued to elude him. We came to investigate.”

“You mean secure... decommission… neutralize…What you mean is that you’re here to destroy a separatist military asset..”

“Utak hinted that it may be far more devastating than a target. If it’s a lab..” Bonteri swiftly interrupted, “If it’s a lab than its destruction makes this more volatile. If it explodes, who knows what will be unleashed across this system!”

“Then help us be more careful! Secret weapons affect not just soldiers, but the people we fight to protect.”

“Is that not the purpose of war? At the most basic level, war is an implement of politics. Striking the heart of that body is only a tactic.”

Secura’s head shook slowly from side to side. Her hand rose to the corner of her eyebrow. “That tactic nearly killed you mentor and the monarch of this system. Does that help clarify how these Separatists value life? The galaxy no longer stands as it did, but it is times like these that save lives and ensure that the values we hold dear survive this horrific onslaught. Where will you stand? What would Utak’s teachings tell your son Lux?”

Declan Bonteri turned his back to Aayla. One arm remained on his hip. He turned part way around before leaning against the smooth stone railing. Bonteri’s heart and mind staunchly contradicted one another. Lux was becoming an ardent separatist and patriot, but Declan remained haunted by the thought of the post war world. Would laboratory weapons ever be seen as true victory?

Sounds of wind whirled across the walls and floor. Sand ground against floor. Bonteri’s voice was soft and disheveled, “I can’t help you. It would be treason.. My lack of aid doesn’t mean there will be obstructions. Quite the contrary.”

“Was there anyone present at dinner whose behavior was out of the ordinary? You’ve dined with them for years.”

His eyes closed. Memories flashed within his mind’s eye. Persons, events, drinks, food, screams, muscles wrenching…drinks… “..the drinks.” “Something about the drinks about the wine?” Aayla Secura’s eyes widened with the new piece of evidence. “It was the wine that killed?” Their eyes met again. His hand pulled up as if a glass was held between his fingertips. “Sanjay.. When the dead were dying he continued drinking without a care. Normally he’s deep in his glass, but there was no.. There wasn’t any wine in his glass..” Blood boiled under the skin of Declan’s cool calm. “He wouldn’t.. but why?” Motivation bounced without reason.

“Then he’s in league with Gabrel Kindi?” Aayla asked rapidly, her enthusiasm reinvigorated. “They left together without an escort.”

“Why would you allow that?!” Material of her dress swirled away from the floor. Her body spiraled violently when their deductions drew a clearer picture. The culprits behavior gave way to their insidious crime.

“Perspectives.. Your suspicion is naturally far different from my own madam “Republic” representative. Lenses reveal different sights, unfortunately.. I’ve been deceived from within...You’d have done the same in my position.”

Silence prevailed. Crackling, rocks crinkled awkwardly under Commander Bly’s battle-worn boots. “Madam, is everything alright?” A penetrating glare from the clone trooper’s eyes met Declan’s. Dismissively, Declan Bonteri smirked. “There’s no qualm here trooper. Although.. Now that I think about it, we may have to pay a visit to Rash and his new compatriot. This could be treacherous for your position Representative Secura.”

“If we don’t act now, this could be treacherous for all of us.”

Sternly the general of Onderron nodded. After a brief thought of his wife and son, Mina and Lux, his war trained focus returned.

Bly and Secura’s eyes met. Finally things were going in their favor. Secura viewed Bonteri’s hand reach down towards the holster on his hip, “Assemble your troops and follow me.” He quickly walked passed them towards the door and the commando droids that waited on the other side. The general’s fingertips rested on the clasp of his holster.

Renewed vigor flowed beneath the disguised Jedi’s steps while she followed suit. She rapidly inserted herself between the droids and officer, who by now had begun to jog. Slyly, the hand at her side raised to the side, flicking forward. Bly noted her subtle signal.

The jog was a pace the clone troopers were used to during their training sprints. Not a sweat was broken. Bly’s helmet angled to the side watching R4- G9 speeding next to him, “Stay close to Secura Gee Nine.. I mean damn close.” In quick succession the droids dome blinked with a high pipping tone of acknowledgement, “Be-do Be-do!” Its little wheels accelerated against the floor until it’s proximity was within Aayla’s shadow.

Commander Bly raised his comlink. His right hand pressed a button and held until it switched blue. With an internal comm channel activated, Bly’s calm, panting voice reached his men’s ears. “Pick your droid men and stay close. Then wait for the General’s signal.”

“And what signal might that be Commander? She gives a lot of elusive signals.”

“Just a hint, it glows blue! ..and I’m not talking about her skin.”

“You said it boss, not m..”

“– Stow it trooper!” Bly barked severely!

Each trooper’s tempo gained to close the gap with their robotic counterparts. Their boots set a rhythm matching the clankers. All sounded as one.

Down the long hall they sprinted! Criss-crossing corridors and down vaulted stairs the diverse team followed Bonteri without a word. Halls remained empty from the lock down procedures. Only the unbatting white glow of commando droids’ visual sensors watched them pass.

Bonteri looked above the doors he passed then looked behind him to Aayla, “We’re close!”


“Good evening Gentlemen…I trust things go well on Aarognar.”

“Ev.. everything is going better.. than expected!”

“It has been a very hectic night. In synopsis, dinner was certainly a spectacle.”

“That’s an.. understatement! Count.. the compounds Sanjay Rash.. has continued bringing from Onderron have been.. necessary in amplifying the.. compound’s effective use. My labs.. are amplifying the lethality. I’ve been working.. on a new delivery system!”

“Ahh. Very good to hear. You and your cousin have been paid for your biological knowledge and talent. That lab was money well spent!”

“And what of my payment? It’s time Onderron takes its place ‘neath the Separatist fold! I need troops to complete my ascension. For all I’ve done! Then we can field more of the resources the cause needs.”

“I always keep my word Rash. You’d be wise to speak to those who make demands of me then study what they learned from their experience… good luck finding them. The task was done well and you have proven your intent. Avoiding detection as well?”

“In that regard our luck has been fortuitous! We had a very special guest.”

“Hmm. This sounds promising.”

“Yes yes yes! A very.. very pretty one at that!”

“Which is of no concern to me. So who is this guest that has unwittingly turned into our scapegoat?”

“No less than a Republic representative from their senate.”

“You did not think to provide this information when it was pertinent?”

The group slowed when Bonteri stopped running abruptly! His hand rested on the top of his leather holster. “Open the door commando.” Sternly the voice registered in the commando’s recognition software. “Roger roger.”

“Any break… may have aroused suspicion Count Dooku, but we have everything under.. control.”

“Yes Count. Many of the dead include Utak’s Intelligence agents. His investigative wing is riddled with corruption, incompetence, and vigor for our cause. It won’t take much for them to go after the republic dog and her tube bread rats!”

“You’re referring to clone troopers?”

The key pad clicked away while the commando droid hacked the security system. Air in the hall was laden with tension. Troopers looked to one another, stealthily positioning themselves to the closest droid.

“Yes. Golden markings on their armor.”

“Yes Count Dooku! She herself.. a brilliant blue Twi’ lek. I believe her name.. her name was Secura.”

The data pad blipped green with a successful hack.

“…Aayla Secura?”

“Yes! That’s the one!”

The door slid open abruptly! Bonteri and Secura stood in the light of the door way; the room was black except for the light blue glow of a large, proud standing hologram.

“You fools!! She’s a..”

Aayla Secura’s eyes burst wide apart with surprise. Two figures swiveled abruptly in their chairs still cast in dark shadows! Instantly, she identified the hologram! “Dooku!”

The Clone Wars: Oasis Calm Vol. IV
Been a while, but here we go!

Typical Clone Wars cat and mouse with some rare work between Seppies and Republic troops.

Here's a fun link for those who enjoy watching and Imperial Officer be created!…

He's from my fan fiction- be sure to check out COGS:…
Hey all,

Just a heads up I made it out of reconstructive surgery alright and am looking forward to getting you all some new stories.

I'm going to be wrapping up my Order 66 writings, but what era would you like next?

Clone wars, imperial, rebel transition?

Throw me some thoughts!

Y'all stay well and may the force be with you!

- Blake


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