Last Westgard Standing
Deep within the jungle of Kashyyyk the sound of blaster fire echoed through the trees. Big plumes of smoke were in the air, and down below a battle was raging on.
Within the large corridors of the Sith oil collection structure, alliance troops were trying to push forward the control room where their "project" was said to be stored. It wouldn't have been found if it wasn't for an alliance agent on the planet whistleblowing the operation, and now that their presence was known the alliance and Jedi order made no hesitation to shut it down before it even started. For a while, they had been pushing through the facility one area at a time, but now they had reached a chokepoint. One that was starting to build up casualties on both sides.
Over the sound of blaster fire, the ignition of a lightsaber erupted through the corridor followed by a lonely figure running through the chaos. Silas Westgard, knight of the order ran past his pinned comrades and began drawing fire at him "Keep your head down!" he shouted before skidding to a halt and raising a hand at the soldiers shooting directly at him. One by one the bolts lay hovering in front of his chest, building up into a clump as they looked to shoot past the force protecting him. Suddenly, Silas lets out a loud grunt and slings the blaster bolts in all directions towards the enemy.
In front of the Jedi, bodies dropped like flies to the floor motionless while the rest who managed to survive began to retreat into the control room itself. Taking a deep breath, the young Jedi looked back to the alliance troopers and motioned towards the blaster door which had now been barricaded from the inside.
"Prepare to breach... I sense we're getting close to the final hurdle"