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Location, Planet Barenth IV, Outer Rim Mission Objective, Infiltrate and disable a key CIS communications base to disrupt Separatist coordination in the sector. The cold winds of Barenth IV howled through the icy canyons, carrying dustings of snow that swept across the barren ground. CC7121, known as “Crow” for his sharp instincts and dark armor highlights, crouched atop a jagged outcrop. His helmet’s HUD displayed a glowing overlay of the Separatist outpost, nestled between cliffs and shielded by high walls and turrets. Beyond those walls, communication arrays broadcast critical intel to CIS fleets across the region. The fate of the Republic’s advance depended on the silence of this base. Crow’s HUD pulsed with an incoming message. “COG Squad, in position,” reported Sparks, the tech specialist. His voice was cool, steady. “Clutch, set up the detonators,” Crow ordered. The demolitions expert responded with a curt “Copy.” Crow’s eyes scanned for the enemy. Droids patrolled in rigid patterns — predictable, exploitable. His plan was simple but risky infiltrate, plant explosives on the comm arrays, and exfil before the base turned into a scrapyard of melted durasteel. He raised two fingers, signaling Ghost, the squad’s sniper, perched on a ridge with his modified DC15x rifle. The squad moved like shadows — invisible to the droids, their blackandgray armor designed for stealth. Phase One Breach Crow crept to the gates blind spot, where the ice created a natural cover. He planted a small EMP charge on the access panel. “Detonating in three...two...one.” Crackle. The gate slid open with a hiss. They slipped inside, blasters at the ready. “Multiple B1s, two B2s on your left,” Ghosts voice crackled in Crow’s ear. Pew Pew A volley of blue bolts downed the two B1s before their circuits processed the threat. Sparks slid behind cover and sent a shock trap skittering towards the B2s. Zap Crash The B2s seized up, sparks flying from their joints as they collapsed with a heavy thud. Crow’s eyes never stopped scanning. “Move up. Clutch, the arrays are yours.” Phase Two Sabotage Clutch sprinted to the base of the communications tower, a satchel of charges swinging at his side. He knelt, fingers dancing across the detonators. “Charges set. Ready in 60 seconds.” The sound of metal footsteps grew louder. An ominous clunkclunkclunk echoed off the walls. “Droidekas Incoming” Sparks shouted. Energy shields flared to life as the destroyer droids rolled into position, blasters warming up. “Ghost, we need those shields down” Crow barked. Ghost’s reply was immediate. “On it.” The faint snaphiss of a charged bolt, followed by a crack of thunder. The first droideka’s shield flickered and collapsed, a smoking hole in its core. Crow and Sparks unloaded blaster fire on the second droideka, bolts deflecting wildly off its shield. The air shimmered with heat and danger. “Time’s up” Clutch called. He slammed his detonator. Phase Three Destruction A deafening BOOM shook the ground. The comm arrays erupted in a fiery blast, shrapnel soaring skyward. The control tower buckled and collapsed, sending plumes of black smoke billowing into the cold sky. “Mission accomplished” Sparks whooped. But the victory was shortlived. A deep mechanical voice echoed from the base’s intercom “Intruders detected. Reinforcements inbound.” A battalion of B1s and a pair of looming AAT tanks rolled through the far gate. Crow clenched his jaw. “COG Squad, time to vanish. Fall back to the extraction point” They sprinted through smoke and chaos, blasters firing behind them. Ghost provided cover fire, each shot precise and lethal. Clutch lobbed a thermal detonator, sending a wave of droids flying. The squad dashed through the outer gate, sliding behind rocks just as the first AAT cannon blast obliterated their previous position. Extraction A low hum filled the air as a LAAT gunship swooped in, its side doors open. The pilot’s voice crackled through the comms. “Need a lift, boys” Crow grinned beneath his helmet. “Just in time.” One by one, the squad leapt aboard. The gunship’s doors slid shut as it lifted off, the burning CIS base shrinking below them. “Nice work, Crow,” Sparks said, catching his breath. Crow nodded. “One less signal for the clankers. On to the next.” The gunship disappeared into the clouds, leaving behind the smoldering ruins of Outpost Valor and a Republic one step closer to victory. End of Transmission.