𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙔𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿, clone wars ² ✔

Chapter Eight: Act Six; The Prey's Gambit

"When the hunter becomes the hunted, the game is no longer theirs to control."

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fter a month of rebuilding herself, Nyx had finally found her place in the army once more. Despite lingering doubts about whether she truly belonged out in the field alongside the clones, she had grown to trust herself again. The steadfast support of Hakura had been her anchor, grounding her when uncertainty threatened to consume her. With that foundation, Nyx felt ready to face the challenges ahead.

The humid, vibrant world of Felucia greeted them as Ahsoka and her team descended onto the surface. The kaleidoscopic landscape, brimming with towering fungal trees and luminescent flora, would have been almost serene—if not for the growing shadow of a droid fleet on the horizon. The air thrummed with tension as the metallic mass advanced, their coordinated movements disrupting the fragile beauty of the environment.

"We need to ensure they don't fortify their base," Master Plo Koon said, his voice calm but resolute. His golden eyes scanned the terrain, calculating their next move.

The team exchanged a brief but understanding nod before springing into action, their motions fluid and efficient. Each of them knew what was at stake, and the weight of their mission hung heavy in the air. Every step, every movement, was deliberate—they had no room for mistakes.

Nyx crouched low beside the thick root of a massive tree, the bark damp with the moisture of Felucia's humid air. She grasped her lightsaber, its familiar hilt fitting perfectly in her hand, and ignited the blade. A soft, golden glow bathed her skin, reflecting off her determined features. She exhaled deeply, the warmth of the saber's light wrapping around her like a shield against the chaos to come.

In that brief, tranquil moment, she found her center. The hum of her saber harmonized with her steady breathing, calming the turmoil within. She let the light fill her, anchoring her to her purpose. It wasn't just a weapon—it was her guide, a part of her that reminded her of who she truly was. With that clarity, she prepared herself for the inevitable storm.

The sudden roar of approaching Republic AT-TE walkers and Juggernaut turbo tanks shattered the stillness. Their massive frames advanced like unstoppable titans, the ground trembling beneath their weight. The droids scrambled from their base, their ranks falling into disarray as the armored behemoths bore down on them. But before they could regroup, they found themselves caught in Anakin's expertly laid ambush.

Master Plo Koon and Commander Wolffe led their squad, jetpacks igniting as they soared through the air to breach the compound. Meanwhile, Ahsoka's team moved swiftly, scaling the high walls with practiced precision.

From her position, Nyx watched the scene unfold. For a heartbeat, she stood still, assessing the chaos, her sharp mind analyzing the battlefield. Then she moved. Her golden blade cut through the air with precision, droids falling before her as she carved a path toward the heart of the compound. Every strike was measured, every motion fluid—she was a force of purpose amidst the cacophony of blaster fire.

But the enemy had been prepared.

From the shadows, a stun net launched toward her, its metallic threads glowing faintly as it arced through the air. Nyx turned just in time to see it, but too late to react. The net ensnared her, its shocking current surging through her body. Her muscles seized, and a cry escaped her lips before she collapsed to the ground. The last thing she saw before the world went dark was the hazy outlines of her captors moving in.

"Nyx is captured!" Ahsoka's voice rang out, urgent and fierce as she pointed toward the droids retreating with their unconscious prize. "We have to rescue her!"