User blog:KnightReturns422/New Horizons

The sun setted down on the grassy plains of Dantooine. As the sun setted down, so did morale. The Tythonian Rangers, being beaten back twice by the mighty Ventooine Dominion, was forced to regroup. Temporarily, I hope, thought Hephar Gojs. The Twi'lek ranger was polishing his sword as he looked at the sky, and already he could feel grim and concern in all his fellow fighters. Five months had passed since the Rangers were dispatched by the Jedi Order to end the Ventoonian's conquests and paid the price for interefering with the royalists' ambitions.

"Master Gojs?", said a voice from behind him. Gojs turned and saw a young ranger archer of about sixteen at most looking at him.

"Yes young one?", he asked in a warm and calm voice.

"The other rangers are ready. They're waiting for you in the communications room."

"Very well. I shall be there shortly."

The young ranger nodded and left to rejoin his group. Gojs stood up, sheathed his saber in his scabbard, then set off. Gojs walked silently through the plains; he had a lot on his mind, and ignored his surroundings. He had placed in command of the campaign and despite his best efforts to co-ordinate the rangers, their progress was slow, no ground was gained, and the Ventooine Army remained strong. He reached the entrance of the small enclave, crossed the threshold and entered a room on his right.

(To be Expanded)