Hyperspace Anomaly

The horse you crashed with

Multiple Umbarans were preparing for another lightning attack on the clone dogs that continued fighting on their planet.
A commander looked at the battle map. "I don't believe the Republic actually destroyed the supply ship. Major Krod, how is the airfield?"

The major stood a bit taller, "There is little to no communications going in or out."

"Same with our city front. But are you making any progress with actually taking back our airfield?"

"No sir. So many are going to defend our city. I don't have many men to use and our supplies are starting to dwindle."

The commander nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He looked back at the map. "The enemy still isn't taking much ground. They still believe we have our missiles. How goes the new front?"

"They're making their way now sir."

About a good few clicks away, a Captain started to move his forces. "Keep your comms up. We will be flanking the clones from behind. They aren't expecting us so let's make this quick. All forces, PUSH!"

A few hundred Umbarans with a few tanks started moving around their capital and to the exposed flank.

"All officers check in."

"This is Lieutenant of the 7th armor core, moving along fine."
"Lieutenant of the 17th milita, we're all here sir."
"Lieutenant of the 3rd ground pounders, explosives are ready."
"This is Lieutenant of the 12th Vanguard, we're all here but with some communication problems."

"Get that sorted Lieutenant. You're leading the first charge."

"Yes sir." He said before looking to his subordinates. "You three, see which squads have problems and who don't."

Suddenly one of their comms went off from the squads. "Sir we have a problem, we found-" static.

"That was a Sergeant from the front. Are the Republic attacking us?"

"No that's impossible. We would have heard blaster fire if it was."

"Send a runner there now. Make sure it's not an attack."

An attack? No. A slaughter? That's closer.

An Umbaran gasped for air as he clenched the large branch through his stomach before succumbing to his injury. Another slowly crawled away, only one arm working. One more man was trying to find out where he was. His helmet glass shatter all across his eyes.

The runner saw what had happened. He took a few steps backwards before a tight grip grabbed his shoulder. A quick flash later and his neck was twisted like it was nothing.

Chief took another breath before taking a seat by a tree. "Cortana. Status?"

"Comms are still a mess. That or your comms are destroyed. Your optics have been zeroed again and your hud is green to go. As for the rest of your systems, well the fall is to blame." Cortana said checking everything once again. "On the brightside, this makes the third squad dead."

Chief nodded. He looked in the direction the runner came from. That means someone important may be in that direction. He has to deal with them if he can. Making the clones lives easier is usually his go to job. "Let's move." He muttered before standing up and moving, Umbaran blaster in hand.

"With your leg the way it is?" Cortana asked. "You may fool them but I know pain is shooting through you with every step. We shouldn't run in there."

"I'm not." He said before climbing one of the alien trees. "We're going to divide and conquer. For once they won't know where to go or how to engage. Let's use it to our advantage."