Skirmish 2

Location: Neutral Moon of Rugosa P.O.V. Ventress

"Report! 223! What is going on!" Ventress began releasing some of her anger. Clearly upset that she wasn't receiving an answer from the droid.

*Communicator begins sizzling"

"Hello Ma'am!"

"Where is 223!" Ventress' anger rose even more, noticing a completely different droid answer.

"He was destroyed by the Jedi and the Spartan. They are surrounded and completely entrapped by our tanks. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The image of the droid being lifted into the air and thrown off the screen and completely exploded in pieces as a Black object threw the image as droid parts fell off his body.

Seething with anger as she watched her droids fall apart. Ventress finally turned away, send them in.

Location: Neutral Moon of Rugosa Skirmish

The duel between Yoda and Diesel was getting intense as the droids who surrounded them began to become weapons to attack the other party. The droids stood little chance even when they had the both of them completely surrounded.

Diesel jumped onto the last remaining tank of the Separatist advance force. "Master Yoda, I find your fighting capabilities to be impressive. It's honestly a shame you as old as you are you cannot keep up." The DarkSaber reaches and cuts on the lid of the tank. Diesel aggressively turns his wrist and slams it forward, tearing a large hole in the top. "Why don't you consider joining Clan Spartan." *Click* Jumping off the tank and rushing toward Master Yoda. Diesel suddenly stops and stomps on the ground activating his armor. *BOOM*

"I decline. I will." Yoda wouldn't betray the Order he created by any means. He will serve and protect it for as long as possible. This sediment only caused him to frown knowing that the future looked grim for the order to begin with.

Behind him the tank explodes from the grenade he dropped in and in front of him the ground shudders slightly causing the ground to shake and break apart from the strong vibrations his armor produced.

"Shame." The ground made the Master Yoda lost balance for only a half of second but that was enough for Diesel to close the distance in between the two and swing his Dark Saber Sideways launching Yoda into the nearest standing droids. Everything happened so fast that Yoda wasn't able to properly protect himself from crashing.

Five more Mandalorians appeared in the air propelling from out of the coral forest. "Sir, we have roughly 30 droideka incoming. How should we handle them?"

"Treat the Jedi." Diesel turned and began walking towards the Droideka's that were incoming. All 30 of them stopped and began getting into firing mode and activated their shields. Diesel stood firm and waited for them to begin firing. As soon as they did Diesel slowly began walking towards them. Although he wasn't perfect or a Jedi he reflected as many shots as he could with his DarkSaber. The closer he got the more accurate the Droideka got increasing the pressure Diesel got. His personal shields were depleting and were currently dropped to 10%. Still being roughly 200 Meters from the droidekas. He spun and threw three portable shields that Ruray developed from back in the Death Watch era. Upon absorbing the Droideka's fire he sprinted and quickly closed the distance between them.

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Diesel jumped right over the portable shield jumping roughly the size of a professional basketball hoop. The Droideka immediately adjusted their fire towards him over they were much slower then him and only got a few shots off as he descended upon a Droideka completely crushing it with his weight. He turned to the next nearest Droideka and punched right through his shield grabbing the droid by the long neck crushing it in his fist. While tossing a couple smokes behind him covering the vision of the Droidekas. Time quickly passed as the remaining Droidekas fell

"Droids are just not worth fighting." As the last one fell to his feet Diesel deactivated his Dark Saber. "Quickly there isn't much time. Ventress must be captured."