IC: A figure stood behind the clones, seemingly unperturbed by the blaster bolts flying around him and the droid armies arranged against his men, seemingly waiting-

And he moved, reaching up to his in-ear communicator and pressing the send button, speaking slightly more angrily than most Jedi would have done under the circumstances. Jason was letting his anger build, his Force aura growing stronger but greyer. "I read you, Doc. Support is coming your way."

He turned to the three squads behind him, letting up on the earpiece. Taurus squad was heavily armored, Gryphon's armor was built for speed while not sacrificing protection, and the members of Roc squad were his jetpack specialists, who had been grounded for the majority of the battle. The Separatists were well aware of them.

"Gryphon Squad, support Phoenix. Try to cover the Sergeant's charge while you're there, but your primary priority is to prevent Doc from being overrun. Taurus, you're with me. We're going the frontal assault route. Roc, while the Separatists are distracted with Rayux's men, I want you to try something just the slightest bit crazy. Swap suits with Gryphon, then go to the armory and request a Z-6 for each of you, a few detonators, and your jetpacks."

Each of the squad commanders nodded and turned away, going off toward his men as Jason clicked into the comm channels once more. "All able soldiers, cover Taurus and Roc squads! Let's crack this nut open!"

***

"Go, go, go!"

Jason and Taurus ran forward, the Jedi deflecting blaster bolts directed at him with ease. The clones quickly fell into cover, destroying the targets that the Jedi's furious assault didn't. But as much as they were doing, they were only a distraction. Meanwhile, a squad wearing the distinctive insignia of a giant eagle joined Phoenix behind cover, taking careful shots. The Separatist comm chatter changed, focusing fire on those soldiers, trying to eliminate them as quickly as possible, as they marched ever closer to Doc's position, sheer numbers overcoming the skill of the clones-

And then the onslaught began. Six lights appeared on the Republic lines, six shooting stars flying into the sky. And as the disguised members of Roc squad rained explosives and blaster fire down on the Separatists, the droids realized their mistake. The march toward the clones had put them solidly in the middle of no-man's land, and there was no cover to protect the majority of the assault force. If it had been an organic force, the battle would have been won there and then as panic spread through the ranks of the assembled droids. As it was, however, the ground troops had to finish the job.

One order broke through the static and chatter:

"[i]Advance![/i]"