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Ludwick had nearly missed the assault, so waylaid by the defence turret he had been. But he surveyed now the courtyard strewn with battle scorched debris and the bodies of frenzied witches. They were nearly routed. Only five stood left, their attention drawn to Leandros and Arturo who had so far...

Ludwick burst from a crouched position, headed directly for the western wall. Leandros took to the air at the front of the base and had already begun to fire at them, although Ludwick could not see the enemy. As he closed in on the perimeter of the base a defence turret deployed, unforeseen, at...

He was not offended by the disregard—all was yet to be proven. He confirmed the orders from Leandros and broke away west, slightly after the Rally Master had taken the lead. Staying low, he continued to make long, patient strides that parted the thick grass of the forest without much hassle...

He took long and powerful strides through the forest, forming half the rear of their small ranks. The air of the forest was thick with anticipation, and a Dathomir haze which they moved through unseen, soon to come upon the Witches like ancient horsemen foretold. He deferred to the command of...

The blade skewered Talia with heavy impact, it seemed just in time, as he heard the lightsabre snap back into the hilt behind his right side. He held the blade in her mid-section for a short time afterwards, while some of the sand cascaded from his helmet, then he withdrew it, and the wound...

And so they landed heavy on the ground. Ludwick had applied the full force of his weight behind the take down, it seemed that she was dazed—he wasn't. From top position he had full control, but he wasn't looking for a submission, he wasn't looking to stay close with her. He had done it a...

The core of Ludwick's torso followed the flash of plasma through the sand, behind the arcing bead of his rifle. A poorly aimed throw—no!—a distraction! He heard the girl bearing down on his left, coming dangerously within striking distance. Still committed to the arc he aimed at the lightsabre...

She offered nothing else... And then the sand whipped at him like a ghost. Jedi tricks! he said, and backed away five paces, firing through the sand in a 45 degree cone where she had only just been, pulling the semi-automatic trigger as rapidly as he could with the panicked twitch of his index...

It was not much.... No, it wasn't. But this was only the beginning—these were the proverbial ashes from which Clan Exyl would rise: small game, market stalls, a pittance for a reward. It didn't matter; there was honour in the toil of war; in a soldier's grunt work. Ludwick had followed the...