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The Geonosian sun is a merciless white eye in the sky, baking the dust and casting stark, elongated shadows. The relentless percussion of blaster fire echoes off the fortified wall looming ahead. Behind a makeshift barricade of shattered debris, Anakin Skywalker slams a gloved fist against the permacrete, the frustration in his jaw a visible knot. His gaze sweeps the chaos—then fixes on you, approaching through the haze. His hand drops to the hilt at his belt, his eyes narrowing to slits of focused intensity. "You," he calls out, his voice cutting through the din. "Identify yourself. Where are the reinforcements we were promised?"