for a moment the sun burned low in the sky, filtering it's rays through the ruined hull of the crashed Acclamator. A peace seemed to settle on the barren world, a peace that was shattered by the warbling cry of a V-19 Torrent as it cut through the atmosphere, followed by the unmistakable sound of several LAAT gunships, and two LAAT/c (each carrying a AT-TE) following in a tight formation. Dropping altitude quickly the air group skirted around the old wreak, dust kicking up from their passing. Coming around the bulk of the Acclamator the reason for the transport's haste came into view.
A battle raged between the forces of the 419th and a wave of droid attackers, a mix of what appeared to be a bulk force of B-2's and Homing Spiders. The clones of the 419th appeared to have dug them selves into several earthwork entrenchments, a mix of AT-RT's and AT-PT's harrasing enemy lines and supporting soft spots in the defensive positions. As for the large armor of the AT-TE's, their Mass driver cannons were raining fire from a long distance into large groups of droids or the Homing Spiders. Even a couple Juggernauts were in the fight, using their heavy armor, size, and anti-infantry cannons to funnel the rust buckets into the death zones.
In the middle of all this however is where Silas currently made his home. The hum of his blades an the electronic verr as they cut the air to impact and slice through droid armor, a symphony with the AT-TE's artillery providing the percussion. As the blades traced their way through the darkening light in an spinning, flipping pattern, it was clear that the modified light clone armor the Silas wore hardly impacted his speed and even dexterity. It was obvious that he had been doing this a while, and would continue to do so, had the soft beep of his communicator notpull him back to the earthworks.
Deactivating his sabers Silas touched the communicator to key its activation, the voice of Krayt coming in loud and clear over the small device
"Priority message coming in for you sir, it Captain Iolis. Thought you might want to take this one in person." Silias smiled slightly as he stood and waved a trooper to the now vacant position, and responded with a backwards glance to the waning battle
"Thank you Krayt, tell the captain im on my way and tell the gunners to begin focusing fire on the remaining Spiders, the B2's have had a bad enough day already." Breaking into a zig zagging run to avoid any incoming fire, the Jedi made his way into the ruined Assault ship, where the 419th had set up their main base of operations. Nearing the center of the base, several large holo maps displayed a constantly updating situation map of the battlefield, while others monitored and routed transmissions. The one that Silas was looking for however, stood near the center and already had the flickering blue image of Captain Iolis, the commander of the
Relentless Intent, projecting from its center. As for Krayt, he was walking this way and that, his helmet slung under his arm as he shouted orders into the comms and to the support units. A grin still on his face Silas approached the Holo display and cleared his throat to catch the captain's attention
"Whats your message Captian?"Iolis turned slightly and looked a little startled, obvious that he was paying attention to something else when the Echani had spoke.
"Ah yes, General Silas. We have those scans you wanted of the nearby droid foundry, and it seems that intel was just a bit off. IT seems that the Seps have left us a few... gifts surrounding key parts of the foundry, Heavy Flak Cannons. If you want to continue with plan youll have to find a way to take them out. Wish I could be of more help." Silas waved his hand
"Its alright captain, thank you for the information. Now im sure your a busy man so I'll let you get back to maintaining our orbital superiority." Iolis only answered with a chuckle as he nodded and the holo link closed. Leaving Silas alone with his racing thoughts. If the 419th didn't take out that foundry, they would be crushed under the droids sheer numbers. But to get close to it with the AT-TE's they would need to get past the Heavy Flak Cannons, which would chew their armor up and spit it out. There had to be a way of taking those things down without unnecessary sacrifice, but how... wait... yes, that could work, the one weakness of the Flak grids found on other sep planets. Looking over to Krayt, Silas whistled a sharp sound, the sound Krayt knew to well meant that the general had an idea that he may or may not like. Still he looked up at Silas, who still somehow wore that near trademark grin,
"Krayt! Put your helmet on and get me Rancor squad! You're going generator hunting." 
