They were becoming surrounded by those stupid droids. Olivia watched in horror as her men were being shot down around her. Master Windu had given her specific instructions to not engage in this battle, they were losing enough Jedi as is. So she was to remain at base camp and watch. But as each clone dropped dead, their signal being cut off from the scanners, the more she knew she had to intervene.
Grabbing her lightsaber, she hopped on a speeder before someone could stop her. The young Jedi raced towards the battle, dodging trees and falling branches from above. On her scanner, she picked up one life form and figured it was one of the clones. Racing in that direction, she recognized Fordo doing his best to defend himself from the droids.
Quickly shutting off the speeder, she ignited her violet lightsaber and started to slice her way through the mob. Using the force to throw some of the droids into the trees, smashing them to pieces. Olivia moved to be back to back with him as they fought off the mass together.
It seemed like hours, but the finally cleared away the small hoard. Turning to him with a toothy grin, she stated, âC'mon. Letâs get out of here.â
Two bolts coming in on the left, one on the right, shift body to avoid, two B1â˛s getting close, hit the arm join on that super-- It was like being caught in a trance. If he slipped up, lost his aim, didnât move fast enough, heâd go the way of the Keeli. But he kept his head all the same. There was piles of droids already forming on the ground around him, and heâd be damned if he was going to give up before he could see them grow.
A blur of white and purple sped behind the horde of droids, slicing several in half and threw a few others into the trees. Half of the droids seemed to divert their attention towards it, taking some of the heat off of him, granting him enough time to pop another magazine in his blasters and knock a few more of them down.
When the last droid fell, Fordo wasted no time in hopping on the back of the Padawanâs speeder bike, still breathing heavily from the stress of the situation. âI really kriffing owe you one, Commander.â