“ you were right - “
Rex said while he lowered the Electrobinocular to look at the General.
“ Enemy ships are approaching, we might have less than ten minutes before they land here “ behind his helmet he narrowed his eyes for a moment while he turned his gaze back to the sky. “ how did they find out about our position? - “
narrowed gaze fixates on sunlit horizon , faint outline of the droid army bringing a frown to his features. crouched frame straightens immediately — wheels turn inside his brain , determining which strategy would be successful. ❛ — I’M NOT SURE. ❜ right hand rests ‘pon lightsaber while a familar feeling swirls around his veins. the thrill of battle , such excitement in the face of a fight. ❛ but it doesn’t matter now. gather the troops and guard the entrace : we are not letting them through. ❜