What if Mace Windu Went to Kashyyyk, NOT Yoda скачать в хорошем качестве

What if Mace Windu Went to Kashyyyk, NOT Yoda

Darth Theorist Memberships LIVE NOW    / @darththeorist   What if Mace Windu Went to Kashyyyk, NOT Yoda? Let’s explore the depths of it in the video. Mace Windu observes the battlelines forming below on the Kashyyyk coastline. He sees row after row of clones in trenches and orderly lines. There were thousands of them, and yet it was the men who were missing that got his attention. From each battalion, there were platoons missing, pulled back into some hidden locations. Mace frowns as he touches down and approaches the staging zone, where he sees the cause of this chaos: Quinlan Vos. The Jedi smiles at him and waves him over. Quinlan: Master Windu, I wasn’t expecting you to be the one they sent here. Mace: Master Yoda insisted that I be sent. He said they could not ignore the droid attack on the Wookies but that his attention was necessary on Corsucant. It seems the situation requires my attention. Where are the rest of your men? Quinlan: Hiding back in the forest, they’re waiting for the droids to advance into the forest. Mace: They will not reach the forest if we are at full strength. I understand you were selected for this mission because of your expertise in jungle warfare, but we must engage in this battle carefully. One misstep and we could lose the entire sector. This is chaos masquerading as a planet. Discipline and coordination win wars, Quinlan. Not jungle theatrics. Quinlan: Tell that to the jungle. Tarfful approaches, and Quinlan smiles, exchanging a forearm clasp with the Wookiee. They speak briefly in Shyriiwook. The chieftain barks a laugh and pats Vos on the back hard enough to stagger a clone trooper nearby. Mace watched, his expression unreadable. Mace: The Wookies respect strength. Not showmanship. Quilan: They respect trust. You order them around like troopers. I fight beside them like brothers. A long silence. Mace turns back to the holotable, gesturing to a cluster of red markers blinking on the holographic map. Mace: Enemy battalion massing across the river. We will wait for them here and let them batter their forces against our lines. Coordinated, and swift. No improvisation. Two days later, mist curls along the jungle floor as sunlight barely pierces the dense canopy. Republic trenches, camouflaged bunkers, and turret emplacements lie in quiet anticipation. Clone troopers stand poised, weapons ready. Wookies perch high in the trees with bowcasters drawn, silent as the forest around them. Their vehicles remain on the branches, ready to join the Republic armor in battle. At the center of it all, Mace stands on a command platform, his robes immaculately clean despite the humidity. He surveys the battlefield through macrobinoculars, unmoving. From just beyond the river, the droid forces begin to appear from the waves. Mace: Hold the line. Let them come to us. A steady thrum grows louder — mechanical and unrelenting. Trees tremble. Birds scatter. Then, like a wave breaking through the brush— Hundreds of B1 battle droids, super battle droids, and NR-N99 tank droids pour from the treeline, blasters blazing. Explosions tear across the field. But as they advance, they are met with careful blaster from the clones behind the trenches who fire in organized volleys. These are followed by artillery barrages that blow holes through their ranks and decimate their tank formations. Mace: Sector Two, suppressing fire. Sector Three, a staggered retreat. Stay in formation. Turrets whirl to life. Wookies drop thermal grenades from the trees as their catamarans zoom down and open fire with turrets. Clone troopers duck in and out of cover, perfectly executing Mace’s tactics. And just as planned, the droids fall in droves, leaving the shoreline littered with sparking bodies. Gree: They’re breaking formation, General. They’re scrambling. Mace: Droids are predictable. Press the advantage — but do not overextend. Drive them back across the river, but do not pursue. Suddenly—a roar from the jungle’s rear. And then an explosion from the far side of the river, where CIS dropships have landed. Confusion erupts in the droid ranks, and Mace is equally puzzled. He zooms into the sight of combat, and then his confusion turns to annoyance. A new wave of combat emerges — not droids, but Wookiees and clone squads painted in jungle camo, rushing the droid line from behind. At the front, Quilan Vos leaps through the battlefield, his lightsaber flashing. He moves, leaping from droid to droid like a jungle predator. He tears through metal with chaotic grace, laughing as he fights. Wookies charge beside him with primal fury. The droids turn to face this surprise attack — but now they’re flanked. Mace: What is happening on the rear flank? Who authorized that engagement? No answer. Just more chaos. Mace: He’s worse than Skywalker. Soon enough, the droid army collapses into disarray, retreating back #starwars #starwarswhatif #whatif #macewindu