Task Master Tartuma oversaw the opposing fleet as they pressed their attack on the blockade group, consisting of Two Venators and 4 Corvettes.

Clone: "Admiral, the enemy fleet is pulling back in defensive position."

He informed, Tartuma stared calculative at the opposing fleet, which true to the Clone's information was seemingly pulling back from the barrage of turbo-lasers the Republic blockade was able to dish out.

Tartuma: "Let's chase them down and crack them open, divert all power to forward guns, forward engines, and forward defensive shields!"

Clone "Yes sir."

The Revolt's engines powered up, as the twin Venators gave chase to the retreating Separatist fleet.

Clone 2: "This seems too easy..."

Tartuma: Such Separatist ape-headed decisions are no match for the power of the Republ-

Just then an alarm sounded as another Clone turned towards the Task Master.

Clone 3: "Sir! We're calculating three more Separatist ships entering the system!"

A cold sweat found its way onto the normally calm Task Master's forehead

Tartuma: "What?!"

(Y/N)'s Munificent-Class star cruiser Calvary left light speed only a few kilometres above the bridge of Revolt.

Tartuma: HOLY!-

Meanwhile on the bridge of Calvary, the young Sith Lord felt satisfaction that his strategy had so far worked out so well.

(Y/N): "These fools know only what the present is, they do not account for the future. Target both bridges, maximum firepower!"

(Y/N) clenched his fists, Calvary's turbo-lasers burst with red. The streaks of lasers blew apart the first bridge of Revolt, killing Task Master Tartuma and all of his crew members.

The second Venator moved to respond to (Y/N)'s counterattack, but Grievous' fleet was also moving in to intercept, (Y/N)'s two accompanying escort cruisers opened fire on the corvettes, destroyed two as the others tried to escape, however (Y/N) had already ordered his Vulture Droids to arm up whilst in hyperspace, unleashing the chattering crafts already onto the hapless corvettes. Eventually those were destroyed, along with the second Venator.

(Y/N): "Vindicator, are the troops ready to land?"

The tactical droid turned to face the Sith.

Vindicator: "Yes sir, (S/N). All specified groups of landing craft are prepared for ground assault."

The small platoon of Clones defending the mining facility were no match for (Y/N)'s brute strength and cunning in tactics. They were continuously pushed back by a pressed assault of tanks and hyena bombers, with MTTs releasing a new battlegroup of droids every single time a few were destroyed.

Their Captain was killed when he was struck down trying to man a machine gun while the young Sith approached him with the joy of battle rattling his senses.

The droids did not use their usual bulldozing tactics, as Y/N ordered the troops to take cover behind AATs, making sure to blast anything that moves, while the tank dealt with any hard targets.

Eventually, the platoon were driven all the way back to the entrance to the mine, totally surrounded, there was no way escape could save them now.

Soon after the landing I had received a message from Grievous, the outpost on the opposite planet was taken out, no distress signal had been sent to any Republic forces in the outskirts. Which means I had free reign to do whatever I needed.

Vindicator: "Commander (S/N), we have lost contact with one of our units in one of the sectors near the facility."

(Y/N): "Interesting, leave this to me Vindicator. Avoid having the bombers lose their route."

Vindicator: "Yes sir."

I dismissed myself, heading out of the established underground command post. The surrounding area had already been secured by my forces.

OOM-11: "Commander, the squad... Or, what's last of them have returned. They were able to escape the onslaught of the ambush."

(Y/N): "Bring them to me, I want to personally question them."

OOM-11: "Affirmative."

The battle droid led me to a small group of B2s and BX Commandos. One of the droids who had high-ranking numbers saw me and stood to attention. It spoke in it's standard monotone voice.

Commando Droid: "Commander, there was a male Jedi in the vicinity. He destroyed our tank and had his Clone Troopers ambush us from the trees."

(Y/N): "Just as I predicted... Jedi."

OOM-11: "How will we defeat the Jedi Commander?"

I turned towards the droid. Activating my lightsaber, swinging it towards the robot. It cowered in fear as I stopped it mere inches before it's form.

(Y/N): "I'll do it myself."

Deactivating the blade, I holstered it and made my way towards a speeder bike receiving stares and respectful calls of "Commander, sir." I reached the bikes as I activated the hover pads of one and sped out of the base.