On the bloody dunes of Geonosis, war raged. Pristine white armor turned murky with sand and blood, bodies layering the surface, both Human, Droid and Geonosian. Warriors wielding blades of light commanded their men into battle, many leading for the first time in their lives. Craters left by artillery shells left men wounded and dead, their burns filling with the swirling sand around them. “Io, look at this!” One of the men told another, holding up the wings of a Geonosian on his back. “What are you doing, Pel!” the other trooper shouted at him, “Put those down and start firing, these damned Droids will kill us if we do-” he suddenly stopped, a large hulking metal figure over him. “Look out!” He said, unloading plasma into the chest of the Robotic Beast. A rocket flew out of its arm, striking him in the chest and activating, sending the other man flying while the one hit was blown to smithereens. Regaining balance, the trooper still alive looked to where his friend, his brother, was a moment before. Gone, a pile of meat and ash, the Metal Beast turning its body and arms to its next victim, unfazed by the explosion it had just released from its metal cannon of an arm. Within a flash the beast was slain, for a warrior, a Jedi, wielding a blade of Purple light sliced it in two, revealing robotic inner workings of the B2 Super Battle Droid around the molten metal that the blade had left in its wake. “Get up trooper,” the Jedi said, his voice booming. “You still have a job to do.” The man got up, following his General into the storm of dust that Geonosis held for them, wondering if his brother might’ve survived if not he had been goofing around. He moved forward nonetheless, pushing and holding the image of his dear friend, brother, in his heart.