“Linna,” Kael whispered over comms, “I need you to distract the AT-ST. One rocket from your speeder bike squad. Don’t kill it—just make it turn around.”

“That’s suicide, Jedi.”

“That’s the patch,” he replied. “Use the speeders’ strafing run. The AT-ST’s anti-air is terrible in this version. Do it now.” Linna’s three speeder bikes roared over the canyon floor. The AT-ST swiveled, firing wildly. As soon as its back was turned, Kael rushed the stormtrooper line—not attacking, but force-pushing them into a cluster. Then he retreated.