Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

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The planet Scariff was usually a destination for sandy beaches, tropical terrain, and a hint of volcanic activity on its deserted islands. It held a small population and regardless of the planet being on the Outer-Rim, the crime was limited. Families dwelled in bricked estates, and some ventured there for holidays. It was isolated; the perfect planet to relax on and get away from the galaxy core's buzz. But that was until it caught the eye of separatist colonies, and the beaches were void of families and quiet holidayers.

In the crowded jungle of palm trees and diverse plants, Sol pushed her legs to tread the dirt that mixed with sand from the nearby beaches. In a slow jog, the Jedi kept her lightsaber in hand while she eyed the end of the treeline ahead. The humid temperature caused her hair to stick to the sides of her face, and she was glad that she had decided that morning to wound her hair back in a bun at the back of her head. Its brown length was getting out of hand and was in dire need of a trim, but between missions, she simply didn't have the time to venture to a hair stylist.

'Commander Sol, we're in position,' a voice sounded from her commlink. She stopped beside the thick trunks of palm trees that lined the beach and brought her wrist that held her commlink to her lips.

'Good. I have the base in view,' she said while looking down at the screen that displayed her legion's transmission. 'Skywalker should be in position and have the controls in hand. Wait for his signal. I'm sure we won't miss it.'

'Yes, ma'am. Stay safe.'

Captain Des, of the 336th legion, cut the transmission and Sol was left in the serenity of the beach. There was little to no wind to rustle the trees and the waves that rolled onto the sand was gentle. Scariff had a cool blue sky with clear clouds, making it the perfect weather to swim or sunbake. But the perfect scenery was tainted by the grey slab that sat on the large plot of land in the middle of surrounding beaches.

Sol watched the droids on the roof of the rectangular base change guards through a set of binoculars. Labels appeared on the green screen she looked through and was able to pick up the conversation between the captain battle droid to the changing rotation. There was some mindless babble and Sol dropped her binoculars, squinting through the sunlight to look for a sign of entry from her fellow Jedi.

The treeline shaded her location from anyone who surveyed the beach from the base, but she crouched down to decrease her chances of being seen. The separatists were unaware of the Jedi's presence on Scariff and Sol wanted to keep it that way. Sneaking through the hot jungle with nameless creatures that slithered through the trees wasn't the cruisiest of missions, but it would be worth it if it meant that another separatist base was compromised, and the republic could be at ease knowing that Scariff was void of separatist activity.

'Anakin?' Sol said into her commlink. 'Any updates? Are we nearly done here?'

There was a crackle through the transmission and a stroke of worry hit Sol. She glanced at the base, seeing some movement underneath where a hanger was located. She squinted, forgetting to look through her binoculars, but could see what looked like battle droids running around frantically.

'Ugh...' Anakin's voice made Sol look down at her commlink. 'You could say that.'

With an almighty explosion, the roof of the base erupted in flames and a cloud of smoke wafted into the sky. Sol's eyes widened as more explosions appeared from the sides of the grey slab and it wasn't long before the hanger filled with smoke. Jumping to her feet, Sol looked through her binoculars and saw droids on fire as they ran into the ocean to put themselves out. The booms of the explosions carried over the water and through the jungle, and Sol was in disbelief at the demolition of the base that occurred within seconds.