And into the fire

Padawan Training Grounds were located in a sprawling valley bordered by mountains and broken up by the branches of a winding, shallow river. Prodigious trees twisted and reached for the sky, their trunks gnarled, yet beautiful in a certain perspective. Dotting the environment were ancient ruins, restored bridges and crumbling walls that stood out amongst the greenery.

It was a breathtaking sight, one that is only marred by the hordes of monstrous creatures throwing themselves at the Jedi outpost set on the valley's edge.

The Flesh Raiders, you presume them to be, were enormous, standing at least two to three heads taller than you. Their own heads were flattened and shaped laterally, almost like an Ithorian's. Unlike them, who were much leaner in stature, these brutes were nothing but ridged and malformed muscles, hulking masses of primal rage that hurled themselves into the fray.

The Jedi met their savagery with a resolute guard, however. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder, they held a defensive line against the Flesh Raider onslaught. Whatever attack came, they met it with lightsabers or ****-projected debris.

"Padawan!" A nearby Jedi waves to you. "The training grounds are not safe today!"

Yeah, that was kind of a given. Not that it would deter you from your duty.

"Knight Weller sent me to help with the Flesh Raiders," you explain. "I'm combat trained and ready to help."

You grip your practice saber's handle and make your presence known through the ****. The other Jedi sizes you up before nodding. "The **** is with us. Few padawan can make that claim."

He introduces himself as Master Relnex, and then goes on to explain the situation in full. Hours ago, the Flesh Raiders invaded the training grounds en masse. They were able to conquer a sizable portion of the area near the beach on the other side of the valley, and have since begun strengthening their hold on the rest of the region, building fortifications and patrolling the ruins.

If that wasn't terrible enough, it would appear that the monsters had set their sights on the padawan themselves. Many had made it to safety, most not in a single piece.

The Flesh Raiders were savages, but apparently they were intellectual enough to differentiate between males and females. While they tried to kill the male padawan, they seemed to only want to capture the female ones. You didn't need to guess why, not with the answers sitting just down the way by the med-center.

Female padawan of various species—Human, Zabrak, Mirialan, and more—clung to blankets and themselves as medical droids treated them. Their bodies were red and welted, skin cut and scraped. Their clothes? Gone, or at least left in tatters.

They tried to cover themselves, to hide their abused bodies and broken spirits. Some were silent as they did, others wailed.

"It would seem the Flesh Raiders have more than one taste for flesh." Master Relnex swallows. Hard. "I cannot bear to imagine how many more padawan are trapped out there."

You nod, too overwhelmed by shock to vocalize a response. He doesn't wait for one as he explains that one particular group is supposedly trapped in the hills by the Flesh Raider's beachhead.

He wants you to traverse the grounds in search of them. Of course, you are also on the task of pushing back the ****.