Star Wars - wormghoul - Sand, Sabacc, and the Stupid "Jedi Purge"

A boring occupation leads to bored officers which then leads into a friendly game of cards until a high priority order from Grand Army HQ comes through.

Prompt: One of the clone commanders is on a planet with heavy radiation that causes crazy comms interference, causing Order 66 to come in garbled and sound like a Palpatine Techno Remix. He is confused and his Jedi lives.

The Separatist capture of JanFathal was long and brutal. This was in part due to Gilad Pellaeon piloting a nonoperational Leveler directly into the beginning invasion. But that blunder was almost a year ago, an embittering fact for the few delegations of the Grand Army of the Republic that were stationed on-planet. From their base in the desert, the 673rd and their Jedi General, the Twi’leki Rheko Na’a, had nothing to do but settle small skirmishes and chase down empty leads. This day wa no different than any other. No battle alerts had come through for nearly a week and the message relay indicated the Grand Army hadn’t called them for extraction. So as the sun rose fat and bright in the sky everyone was prepared to spend the day waiting for something to do.

The war room sat in the center of the camp to protect it from the blowing sand that formed the background music of the planet. The sand and sun were such terrible reminders of their impotence that some men were quoted as saying they’d rather be on Hoth, since they’d at least need to run to be warm. Rheko Na’a sat meditating in front of the main window, her trance was shallow though, the heavy feeling of irritation weighing on her mind.

“Trying to stave off the boredom with some Jedi nonsense, sir?” The rough voice of her commander echoed off the walls of her mind. Mismatch, so named for his heterochromic mutation, had never understood meditation, saying, why not just take a nap, wouldn’t that achieve the same results? The jedi’s eye twitched as she tried to maintain a sense of calm.

“Yes, Miz, I’m trying to do literally anything to entertain myself in this busy engagement” Rheko was young and still snarky, which was definitely evident in her tone. With that statement, whatever was left of her trance was broken, so she opened her eyes and met those of her commander. “Was there something you needed?” she asked, exhaling deeply. Mismatch cleared his throat and spoke,