In the command center aboard a Venator-class Star Destroyer, red warning lights pulsed in time with the frantic beeps of alarms. Jedi General Plo Koon stood with a furrowed brow as he absorbed the incoming data. “Another Sith Lord,” he murmured gravely. Commander Wolffe, clenching his helmet, replied in a low, bitter tone, “As if General Grievous wasn’t enough.” The tension in the room was palpable as officers scrambled to relay the unfolding horror from the battlefield.

Out on the field, Republic clones fought desperately against the relentless assault of General Grievous. Suddenly, a new terror emerged—Shaun_Necro, a Sith Lord whose presence radiated an unsettling darkness. His crimson lightsaber slashed through the ranks with eerie precision. A clone captain’s urgent cry of “FALL BACK!” barely carried over the chaos as ARC troopers attempted a flanking maneuver. Their blaster bolts, deflected effortlessly by the Sith’s blade, ricocheted harmlessly, while a sudden Force Choke hoisted two troopers skyward, hurling them into a smoldering wreckage.

Nearby, Grievous paused after dispatching Jedi Knight Ralos Venn, a cold sneer playing over his mechanical features. “Weak. The Republic has grown soft,” he taunted. Shaun_Necro’s reply was equally chilling, “They were always this weak,” his tone dismissive as he surveyed the battlefield with detached malice.

As the situation teetered on the brink of chaos, hope arrived in the form of three Jedi—Mace Windu, Aayla Secura, and Obi-Wan Kenobi—who plunged into the fray. Windu’s violet lightsaber ignited with a fierce brilliance as he warned, “You should have stayed in the shadows.” Obi-Wan’s calm yet firm tone added, “Another Sith Lord… and you’re so young,” his eyes flickering toward Grievous, whose relentless assault continued unabated.

Before either side could secure the advantage, Shaun_Necro unleashed a powerful Force shockwave that rippled through the battlefield, fracturing the very ground beneath them. The impact sent soldiers sprawling and weapons clattering.