Enter the fray and smash some clankers.

Your time on the Star Forge had been put to good use. You had done more than just plan and design ships and weapons, or lay with Shmi into the wee hours of the morning. No, you had forged a pair of lightsabers of your own and thrown yourself into training as both a Jedi and Sith. At first, the experience was nigh overwhelming, to feel not one but two wills of the **** flowing through you. Strangely enough, it wasn't like the eternal clash between Jedi and Sith, the Light trying to snuff out the Dark and vice versa. No, this was a feeling of completion, like two halves of the same whole coming together in harmony. You realized that this was balance, a True Balance in the ****. Of course the Dark was there, always prompting you to embrace your emotions and seek greater power, but so was the Light to keep you in check and not allow yourself to be swallowed up by your own ambitions. With it came a level of clarity and power that the masters of either **** could never hope to achieve, and as you flew high above the assembled clone and droid armies converging upon one another (flight was the absolute first power you wanted to master) you could hardly wait to set yourself loose.

You angle your trajectory into a steep dive, aiming for where the CIS forces seemed to be thickest. Thousands of battle droids were assembled along with the occasional Spider Droid firing its devastating underbelly beam cannon. By the time the droids had noticed your arrival, you had already landed in a swirling storm of **** energy. The cyclone increased with intensity, easily lifting and tossing aside the closest unfortunate ranks like leaves in a hurricane as you ignited a pair of lightsabers, one blue and the other red. In a flash, you vanished and proceeded to recklessly carve through their lines, with severed and molten pieces of scrap being flung into the air from your passing.

Your surprise entrance has the CIS forces collapsing in on themselves in a matter of moments as the droids, in their limited programming, find themselves unable to adapt to the sheer power and tenacity you were throwing upon them. Emboldened, the Jedi leading the Clone ranks charge full steam ahead, the mass that was the Grand Army of the Republic following without hesitation. Chaos ensues as the ill-prepared droid forces are caught in a deadly pincer. Spinning and vaulting in a dizzying blur, you sweep through the enemy ranks like a hot knife to butter, effortlessly cutting down every droid that stood before you and deflecting any stray blaster bolt that would strike you, until you had broken through their rear echelons and came face to face to the dozens of Lucrehulk control ships attempting to escape into orbit to their awaiting support arms.

Extending the **** into a protective dome around you, you reach forward and grasp the nearest control ship, squeezing down upon it with your unfathomable will. You can feel the various inner components of the ship collapsing in on themselves as you crush the mighty station from the inside out. Its repulsorlifts inevitably fail and, with a loud and twisting groan, the station comes plummeting down into the dirt. Bracing yourself, the shockwave hits you with the **** of a multi-megaton bomb and a thick sandstorm is kicked up to swallow both armies whole. Still, the battle rages on and in the confusion, you quickly take your leave to observe from a safe distance, but as you take to the skies once more, you notice an **** form just beyond the edge of the main battlefield.