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Log in to remove this advertisement "Fine," Boom said. "Sounds like a good fight." "Wanna come in and join us?" Crunch asked. "No. Just taking a walk. Getting some fresh air." "Suit yourself," Crunch said and then turned his attention to Leet. "You coming back in?" Leet took a moment to think it over and wiped some more blood off of his chin, then shook his head from side to side. Crunch shrugged and then marched back through the door. From outside, Leet and Boom could hear someone in the bar shout in terror: "Oh no! The clone is back!" And the sounds of the fight picked up even more. Boom just walked past Leet, who then walked to catch up to him. "So how you doing Boom?" Leet asked. "I told you, I'm fine," Boom snapped, annoyed at answering the same question twice. But he was clearly lying. "I know what this is about. I'm okay with Reg being gone. I'm not gonna go crazy or anything." "I saw how you were looking at Ray." "And?" Leet sighed and thought about what to say next. He was walking on eggshells with Boom, trying not to anger him more. "He's trying Boom," Leet finally said. "You can't ask for anything more than that." "I could ask for him not to get anyone killed, but that's a longshot," Boom said. "Being in charge of nineteen other guys is not an easy job Boom," Leet said. "He's gotta make split-second decisions with all those other guys hoping that whatever decision he makes will help save their lives. He gets upset whenever someone dies too." "Yeah, because it hurts his chances of getting promoted." The two continued walking down the street, looking ahead at all of the massive, colorful buildings. Every once in a while, one of them would have to move around to avoid walking into someone else on the sidewalk. Both of them were exchanging words in very level headed tones. "Do you know what I saw him doing a little while ago?" Leet asked. Boom didn't respond in any way. Leet answered his own question, "I saw him sitting in his room, praying and asking Reg for forgiveness -- begging Reg for forgiveness. He started holding back tears. I thought he was gonna snap and shoot himself or something." "Where is he now?" Boom asked. "I think he went to train a little bit. He wants to get some pointers from some other officers so that he won't get anyone else in the platoon killed." Boom didn't respond, he didn't even look at Leet. He just stared down at the ground while walking with his arms behind his back. Leet saw a building that interested him to his right and patted Boom on the shoulder. "Take it easy," he said and then walked off into the building. Boom stood on the sidewalk for a while in deep thought. Many thoughts passed through his mind, but the most prominent was the sight of Ray's dead body laying on the ground with Boom standing over it holding a smoking rifle. | |
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Jan 23, 07 at 5:03am ^
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The following is First Sergeant Bolt's journal entry from day 26 during month 8 in the year 21 BBY:
I can't believe what's happening. How did it all happen? Everything is a blur. I can't even keep my hand from shaking a little as I write. I've never seen the point in deathsticks, but I could sure go for one right now to calm my nerves. Any clear thoughts I once had are now lost among the smoke that now pours out of the farm that was, just yesterday, held by Stryke and others. My last entry was cut short by a sudden onset of fatigue, me and Kad were lucky that no droids stumbled onto the cave with neither of us watching out. But I can't believe how this could have happened. And it was the same thing for the battalion outpost as well. When me and Kad finally made it to the battalion outpost at about nineteen hundred last night, we found nothing but the burning ruins of buildings along with the sight of dead clones laying amongst destroyed battle droids. There were still droids patrolling the area, so we decided to leave and head back to Stryke. We continued on through the entire night, practically jogging. The number of droids in the forest had greatly diminished. We continued through the snowy forest until we ran into a wall of smoke. For a second I was wondering if we had fucked up and went back to battalion, but we kept moving forward. What we saw when we arrived was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. The farm had been taken and set ablaze, then abandoned by all, droid or clone. Neither me nor Kad knew what to do, so we're back in our cave now. He's asleep. It's my turn to watch out for anything. In forty-two minutes it'll be his turn. I have no clue what we're planning to do. I'm already hungry. My stomach just growled loud enough that people on Coruscant probably heard it. The nearest outpost that I know of is about eighteen miles away. It'd be extremely difficult to walk that far through droid infested woods just to go to a base that, for all I know, could be burning to the ground at this very second. My stomach just growled again. Now that I think about it, I don't even know when the last time that I ate was. Four days, I think. Whatever it was, it's been too long. Hopefully when Kad wakes up, he'll have an idea on what we should do. Personally, I'm stumped. | |
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Jan 26, 07 at 4:49am ^
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The following is First Sergeant Bolt's journal entry from day 29 during month 8 in the year 21 BBY:
Up until now, I haven't had the energy to write. After my last entry, when Kad woke up, we headed out looking for...anything except droids. But of course, the thing we were trying to avoid was the only thing we could find. And we found plenty of it, believe me. We managed to get rid of them and head back here. The day after(yesterday) we just stayed put in here, taking turns sleeping and keeping guard. We were just hoping that maybe some clones would head over in this direction before we starved. I have gotten more energy. I don't want to go into details right now. I can only say that right now, I have a full stomach, and Kad is dead. The following is First Sergeant Bolt's journal entry from day 2 during month 9 in the year 21 BBY: I've come back to my senses now. I have to get the hell out of this cave, now. This is my last entry before I head out, maybe my last ever. The sun is setting behind the clouds that are just itching to finally release some snow. The moon won't be showing itself tonight, so I should have the cover of darkness for a while. I took as much ammo from Kad as I can carry. Hopefully I'll be able to make it out of here and tell them face to face, but if I don't get that chance, then I'll just say in here that it's been an honor to fight alongside the others these past years. Stryke, Crunch, Leet, all of them. I couldn't have asked for a better group of guys to know. I wish I could say I had complete confidence that I'll be able to get back to safe ground alive, but I can't. To be honest, I don't expect I will. I wish it didn't have to end like this, holed up in a cave just counting down the minutes until I set out on a suicide run. I just looked up outside of the cave to find that snow has began to fall just as the night has come. If any of the others find and read this before the war is over, I have a request. Don't die. Keep fighting and then do what you want when you're free. Survive the war and then make a good life for yourselves that doesn't involve death and destruction. Live as normal a life as possible and live in peace and happiness. Here I go. | |
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Jan 26, 07 at 5:20am ^
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Jan 26, 07 at 6:38am ^
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Meh, yeah.
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Feb 06, 07 at 6:59am ^
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The following is First Sergeant Bolt's journal entry from day 4 during month 9 in the year 21 BBY:
As you can tell, I managed to survive. Right now, at this very moment, I'm sitting in a hospital bed on Coruscant. I feel fine, but they want me to take it easy until tomorrow. At least Shooter is here with me, even though we haven't said a word to each other this whole time. But it's not like that's a surprise, Shooter hasn't ever been a talking person. Damn, I thought I had it bad with my three mechanical fingers. Shooter has an entire right arm made of metal and wires now, and a nifty scar across his stomach where a piece of the wall on Kamino apparently hit him. Ever since I saw how bad he's got it, I haven't complained once about my fingers. As it turns out, Nova wasn't wiped out, well, not entirely. Stryke made it out. So did Mick and about ten others. Mick was made XO of Nova Company and we're supposed to be getting some others from another company folded into ours to make up for the losses. I met one of them, his name was Zone, a sniper. He's crazy from what I hear. Stryke told me that one time he actually re-wired Kamino's electric system and made it even better, so they didn't punish him for it. Or, not as badly, at least. I can't see a guy like that surviving for two seconds on the field. He'd probably run into the middle of the fight with guns blazing if given the opportunity. A mindset like that is gonna get somebody killed. But God I can't wait to get out of here. After over two months on that frozen piece of shit they call a planet, it's such a waste to spend my time on Coruscant laying in a bed. It'll probably be a week before they send us back out, but at least I know where we're headed next. And it's just as good, if not better, than Coruscant anyway. Chandrilla. One of the few perfect planets around here, it's gonna be a shame when the seps start tearing it up. Stryke told me that in about a week, when Nova is at full strength, they'll be sending us, along with the entire 405th and 409th Airborne Legions to Chandrilla, and some others. It's set to be one of the largest-scale attacks made by the Republic in thousands of years. I only know some key details. Stryke just had to explain it to me when I was hopped up on some kind of special bacta. | |
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Feb 10, 07 at 5:25am ^
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The soldiers in Third platoon were standing in small groups, with thousands of other, normal, clone troopers around them preparing. The one-hundred clone commandos in the group of tens of thousands of clone troopers stuck out like a soar thumb, due one-hundred-percent to their katarn-class armor and their fancy commando weapons. The mid-day, clear, blue skies of Coruscant complimented the occasional cool breeze that would blow through the thousands of LAAT's lined up in ten very long rows. Ray stood apart from the group, looking at them with a look in his eyes that gave away his feelings, he wanted to fit in with them more than anything. Leet was finishing up a humorous anecdote to Tick and Taz while stuffing clips of ammunition for his DC-17m interchangeable weapon into a small, square-shaped compartment attached to his waist.
Said Leet with a grin, "So then, Nade here put a little too much punch in the explosive." Leet reached out and grabbed Nade by the shoulder, pulling him over. Leet continued, "Blew a Goddamn hole in the middle of a Kamino training room. Forced all of us to be stuck in the infirmary for two weeks." "Yeah," Nade sighed, slightly embarrassed. "Healer never let me hear the end of it." Both Leet and Nade laughed at the tale, but their smiles slowly but surely flipped. The thought of Sick and Healer just brought back all the grief. As soon as the story faded out of their minds, the picture of their two brothers' dead bodies replaced it. Ray watched on while shoving a pistol into a holster on his thigh. His brand new, colored officer insignia rested proudly on the upper left of his chest. Two rows of two bars, four total, the top two bars red with the bottom blue. Stryke walked past him just then with Bolt by his side. Stryke's six bars on his chest looked down their noses at Ray's. Stryke gave Ray a little nod, just to acknowledge him. Shooter remained about ten feet away from Leet and the others around him, with Strat by his side. The two were seated partially in an LAAT, with their legs dangling out of the doorway. Shooter loaded his sniper rifle with his one organic arm. He furiously stuffed single shots into the rifle while holding it with his robotic arm. Neither him nor Strat said a word. Strat looked out at the beautiful sky as if it were his first time seeing it, or his last. For all he knew, it may have been. A bag full of medical supplies sat upright in the back of the ship. His rifle was rested on the floor behind him, he was ready to go now. His helmet was sitting on his thigh and his arms rested, crossed on it. Tide was helping install some extra machine guns onto one LAAT with a few engineers. Once a man who could take almost nothing seriously, now he was the most cold and bitter human you could meet. He had plenty of demons chasing after him already, but one got under his skin like a splinter more than anything else. He could still feel the burning in his nostrils from the school in flames. He could practically taste the smoke, feel it filling his lungs. He could still feel the teenager's blood running down his hand. And he could also feel the hug, given to him by one of the kids he helped rescue. This isn't our job, Tide remembered saying before being sent in.Let the Corellia police handle saving those stupid kids. Tide shook his head clear of these thoughts. He fired up his fusion cutters and went back to work. But everything that had been going on at the time came to a screeching halt when an ARC Trooper entered the scene. An ARC Trooper Commander, by the name of Parjir(which meant "to be victorious" in Mando'a), stepped in front of the two Senior Clone Commanders and the two Jedi Generals. The two Senior Clone Commanders and the Jedi were in charge of the operation, alongside the ARC Trooper. Dropping his supplies to the ground, the ARC Commander saluted the two Jedi, but didn't even look at the clone commanders, who were just standard issue clone troopers. Meanwhile, Bolt turned to Stryke while loading his rifle. "Now there's an ARC Trooper too?" he asked, astonished. "How important is this planet?" "You don't know the half of it," Stryke grinned. "There's actually supposed to be four ARCs. I guess the other three haven't shown up yet. Two ARCs to help lead the assault on each of Chandrilla's continents." Bolt's jaw was practically on the ground, his eyes were huge. | |
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Feb 10, 07 at 8:44pm ^
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Hey Grevious, great job with the story so far. Also, I was looking through some of the weapon articles on Wookiepedia and I thought you might be able to use the WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle somewhere in the story. It sounds pretty cool.
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"Everybody, into your ships!" called the Jedi commander, known as Brax. The Republic Venator starship was starting to come out of hyperspace, and every single clone aboard began rushing to the hangar, where countless LAAT's awaited. Stryke, the top ranking commando in Attack Group A, walked down a long corridor, loading his rifle, with Ray beside him.
"We're gonna make it through this," Stryke told Ray, who appeared to be nervous. Ray took a long, deep breath and then exhaled, then said, "Yeah." But he didn't seem so sure. "Just remember the rendezvous point, and we'll see each other again soon," Stryke told him. "Now, what's Nova's job?" Stryke began quizzing him. "Meet up at the farmhouse at coordinates 244.31 and await orders," Ray said. Stryke nodded. "It should be a smooth jump. Recon ships did several fly-bys and didn't see a single AA gun. Once us and the 409th have landed, the 72nd will attack the beaches and start closing in on any droids between us, then we'll all start storming the continent." And Attack Group B would be storming the second continent. Both of Chandrilla's two continents would be attacked at the same time. Nova Company would be attacking continent 1 with the rest of Attack Group A, which consisted of the 409th Airborne Legion, two ARC Troopers, Jedi General Brax, and Nova Company, along with the 72nd Infantry Legion, which would attack the beach the next morning. Nova Company was going to be split up before the attack even started. All 100 of the commandos in Nova Company would be split up and put into different LAAT's, to reduce the chance of losing any. Several of the clones from Third Platoon were walking with each other into the hangar. As Stryke and Ray entered the hangar, they got a good view at exactly how large the attack was going to be. They could see every clone there. The commandos definitely stood out in their shiny, katarn-class armor. Stryke could see Leet and Nade shaking hands before parting ways. Wishing each other luck, Ram and Zak split up. Ray had no one in the platoon who cared enough about him to wish him luck, and he knew it. So instead he saluted Stryke and started to walk away. "Ray," Stryke called. Ray turned around. "Good luck. Remember what I taught you." Ray nodded and continued on. Stryke put on his helmet just as Bolt approached him. "How ya doing Lieutenant?" Bolt asked with a grin, he couldn't be any calmer, even while facing the largest assault that Nova Company had ever taken part in. "Don't you think it's about time you start calling me Captain?" Stryke asked sarcastically, though he already knew the answer. "Nah, not yet," Bolt answered, the answer Stryke had anticipated. "I'll see ya on the ground." Stryke and Bolt shook hands, and then both climbed aboard separate LAAT's. Stryke climbed into his LAAT and looked around the back of the ship, looking at all of the standard clone troopers in their standard armor, holding their standard weapons. Stryke took a seat in one of the chairs after strapping a parachute to his back. He then heard some slight static through his built in helmet com-link. The static remained for a few moments, then quieted down and was replaced by the voice of a clone. It was the ARC Trooper Parjir, who was one of the two ARCs leading Attack Group A. Only Nova Company and the other ARC Trooper could hear him, the standard clones weren't blessed with the katarn-class armor. "Alright everyone, shut off your com-links when I'm done talking. We want radio silence here. I just wanna say that we're all going to make it through this. And when we do and Chandrilla is liberated, we'll all meet up at the closest tavern and I'll buy you guys all you can drink. Good luck everyone. Now, com-links off." And with that, Stryke placed his hand on the side of his helmet, switching the communication device off while the LAAT doors closed on both sides of the aircraft. The ship rumbled a bit, and then the clones felt the familiar feeling of being lifted off the ground. Stryke and the twenty clones in his ship sat in silence as they left the hangar and ventured into space. Everything will be fine, Stryke had to keep telling himself in his head. We have just about every advantage possible here, nothing can go wrong. But no matter what, Stryke still had a heavy feeling in his stomach. Something didn't feel right about this one. "Entering Chandrilla atmosphere, Captain," the clone pilot shouted back to Stryke. Stryke replied with a casual thumbs up, and then got out of his chair. Turning to face the others in his ship, he motioned for them all to stand as well. And they did. Making last second checks to their weapons and parachutes, the clones prepared to jump. | |
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Feb 22, 07 at 3:23am ^
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"Doors opening!" the pilot shouted back to Crunch and the others in his ship. Crunch grabbed hold of the rail on the ceiling of his LAAT and used his other hand to check the pistol in its holster on his thigh. The two adjacent doors in the LAAT unsealed, and then seemed to fall open as the ship slowly and smoothly sailed through the crisp, night sky of the "perfect planet". The clones in the aircraft formed two lines, one behind each door. Crunch stood at the front of one, and could see down below all the way to the ground. He could also see the hundreds of other LAAT's flying all around them, with clones standing out of the doors and looking around as well. He even saw Leet, who was in the ship flying about twenty yards to the left of Crunch's. Leet gave Crunch a casual thumbs-up, but Crunch didn't get the chance to answer back.
Bam looked all the way down at the ground, muttering to himself about how he hated parachuting. But he was interrupted by a loud blast. Quickly turning his attention to the direction of the noise, he could instantly feel intense heat accompanied by intense flames that swarmed the ship Crunch was in. Instantly, every single LAAT began to pick up speed, but more and more were getting shot down before given the chance. Back in Leet's ship, Leet could practically feel the flames from Crunch's ship, which had began to plummet toward the ground, with the lifeless bodies of clones falling out of it on the way down. But Leet had noticed Crunch had made it out alive. Instead, Crunch was knocked out and tossed from his ship, Leet could still see his unconscious buddy falling. In a split-second decision, Leet leaped out of his ship. Bam saw this and, after a very brief second of thinking to himself, What the hell? he did the same. The number of explosions around them grew, and more and more ships were bursting into flames every second. Crunch continued to free-fall to the ground, with Leet catching up to him, keeping his body straight and his head aimed toward the surface to increase his speed. Closer and closer the two of them got to the ground, they continued to fall until Leet finally managed to catch Crunch and open his parachute for him. Crunch's plummet was brought to an abrupt end, and he began to float safely to the ground, below all the explosions above them. Leet then opened his own parachute and guided it out from under Crunch's. Leet looked up at the other ships, still flying through the air, some getting blown to pieces. He could also see Bam floating to the ground above Crunch, and noticed that the three of them were going to land in the same area. Clones were jumping out of LAAT's amid the destruction in the sky, and they waited a long time to open their parachutes as well. What the hell is going on? Leet wondered to himself. Command said there weren't any AA guns around here. No guns my ass. Luckily(if you could consider anything lucky at that point) Leet hadn't lost any of his gear. He still had all his weapons and ammo as when he jumped. Realizing he would probably need it as soon as possible, he swung his rifle around from the back of his waist, which had been held, sideways, under the pack where his parachute had been. Safely floating down the last few feet to the ground, Leet landed running on the edge of a forest, and instantly used his knuckle plated vibro blade to cut himself free of the parachute then proceed through the wall of trees. Leet waited for Crunch to land, and then cut him free of his parachute for him, then instantly began inspecting his friend while Bam hit the ground about twenty yards away. Leet removed Crunch's helmet and began to slap him gently a few times, trying to bring him back to consciousness, but to no avail. Bam approached them, removing his own helmet for a better view. "We jumped really early," Bam told Leet. "Yeah, I figured," Leet sharply responded. "We're pretty alone out here," Bam observed. "How is he?" "He's fine, he'll be back up and running in an hour, maybe two." "We should find a place to hide out until then." "Yeah," Leet agreed. "Do you have a holo-map?" Bam shook his head from side to side. "I think only the techs got one," he added. "I studied the maps more than anyone else. If we're where I think we are, there should be a farm about half a mile west of here. We should go take it and hide out for a while." "What about Crunch?" Leet asked, still on his knees in the dirt. "We can just carry him until we get there." Leet sighed, not liking the idea. But in the end, they had no other choice. Another ship, high above them all, burst into flames. | |
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Feb 22, 07 at 11:21am ^
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Nice story, Grievous. Keep it coming!
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Bam and Leet approached the old farmhouse, nearly cloaked completely in shadow from the trees around it. The sounds of explosions and blasters could be heard from far distances. Moving slowly carefully through the bushes, Bam and Leet listened to all the noises. The wildlife could still be heard in the forest, it hadn't been completely drowned out by the chaos that had surrounded it. Bam, carrying Crunch by his feet, spotted the farmhouse first and stopped walking. Leet did the same, and they gently placed Crunch on a bed of bushes. They then crouched down behind the bushes for cover, removed their helmets, and began whispering.
"How do you wanna do this?" Bam asked. "I got an idea," Leet responded. "Remember the codenames for all of our tricks?" "Like the back of my hand," Bam arrogantly replied. "Alright. O-A, 2-3," Leet instructed, then examining Bam with his eyes to make sure he understood. "Got it. I'll be the decoy." Bam lightly punched Leet in the shoulder and rose to his feet, then began creeping through the bushes. Taking one long, slow step, Bam listened to the fighting going on far away. When he got into a suitable position, he crouched down and grabbed as many small twigs as he could reach and pulled them into a pile next to him, then waited. Leet saw that Bam was in position, and began moving toward him. Taking position behind a tall, wide tree about ten feet in front of Bam, he crouched down behind it, out of sight from the barn. Bam picked up a single twig, and tossed it in the direction of the barn. The twig bounced off the front door and landed in the dirt. A few seconds passed, and then the door creaked open. Two droids, armed with blaster rifles held down at their mechanical hips, began to look around. Bam and Leet looked at each other, and nodded. Bam went prone, laying down on his stomach under a blanket of leaves and dirt. He grabbed another twig from his pile, held it close, and snapped it in two as loud and as fast as he could. The droids looked over quickly. "What was that?" one asked the other in its robotic voice. "Let's check it out. I'll cover you," said the other. "Roger roger." The two droids carefully crept closer and closer in the direction of the noise. Swinging their blasters around, looking for anything, they advanced. The two droids walked right past Leet, behind his tree. Leet, who had been crouched, got up, and activated his knuckle plated vibro blade. Taking full advantage of the built-in weapon in their new katarn armor, Leet stabbed both droids in their abdomens in two swift motions. Running his fist through one droid's stomach, quickly pulling it out, and doing the same to the other before it could react. The two droids instantly hit the dirt, out of commission. Bam got onto his feet, wiping the dirt off of his shiny armor, and gave Leet a thumbs up. Leet just pointed at the barn, and the two pulled out their blaster rifles and began slowly walking toward it. Bam looked up at the single window on the second floor, making sure no droid would pop out of it and gun them down. The two made it to the front door of the barn and stood on separate sides of it. "Go see if there's a back door," Leet ordered. Bam nodded and, while crouched, ran around the barn. Leet could hear Bam's footsteps get a little quieter, he just hoped the droids inside couldn't hear them at all. Bam came back around and shook his head up and down. "O-BA, 2-2," Leet whispered, speaking in the code that was only taught to the commandos for certain circumstances. The first letter in the code determines what the environment is, whether it is outdoors or not. O, means outdoors. The second letter in the code stands for what type of maneuver the clones could be planning. BA meant Building Assault. The first number was meant to tell how many clones would be involved in the maneuver. It helps set up what options are available for the final part of the code, as there are certain "plays" for how many clones would be involved. Leet ripped a thermal detonator off of his chest and nodded to Bam, who quickly but quietly moved back around the barn. Leet waited for a moment, resting against the chipping red painted barn, collecting his senses all the while keeping an eye on Crunch, who still lay unconscious in the bushes. He then took a deep breath and kicked open the barn door. Still keeping all but his arm behind cover, he tossed his thermal detonator inside and waited. The grenade went off, kicking up dirt and throwing burning pieces of droid metal everywhere. Leet then stuck his DC-17m through the open door and began to fire. Not aiming his shots, he held down the trigger and slowly swayed his weapon from side to side. There was too much smoke from the grenade and the debris it caused to see anything. He just saw the back door open, and three silhouettes scurrying out of the room only to be gunned down from the side. Leet continued to fire his weapon until the clip finally ran out. He looked through the door and removed his helmet. The damn thing was only making it harder to see in the dark. Bam walked in from the back door, holding a smoking DC-17m vertically at his side. The two inspected the carnage in the barn. There were no whole droids inside it. There were only broken pieces of droids, the tips of their broken edges still redhot. "Go get Crunch," said Leet. "Watch over him in here. I'll get on the roof and watch out for anything." Bam just nodded and headed out the door. A few moments later he returned, dragging Crunch on the ground and then placing him on top of a pile of hay. Bam took a moment to think, then looked around for Leet. After finding that Leet was nowhere in sight anymore, with a guilty smirk, he reached into one of Crunch's waist compartments and pulled out Crunch's deathsticks. He put one in his mouth, lit it, and stuck the rest into his own waist compartment with his others. He sat down in the dirt and leaned his upper half against the wooden wall of the barn while exhaling a large amount of smoke. | |
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The very next morning...
At the Nova Company assembly area, a broken down and molding farmhouse next to a crossroads that had already been secured by members of the Airborne Legion, about seventy commandos from Nova Company had arrived, thirty less than had jumped. Stryke and Bolt were both there, along with all of Third Platoon. All of them seemed exhausted, and they had every right to be. They had jumped only half an hour after nightfall on the planet. And on a planet that had twenty-four hours in a day, it was 0815. Most of the commandos had their helmets off and were resting in the dirt. Some were checking their gear, some were resting their eyes. They didn't have much to fear for now. The area was secure, and there were seventy of the most highly trained supersoldiers in the galaxy beside them. Given the fact that they were still in a warzone, life was pretty good for then. The morning sun was rising and drying the dew in the grass, and there were no clouds in the sky. It was going to be a perfect day, in terms of weather. The only real bother that the clones had was a cameraman from the HoloNet. A short, male human who was probably just about to reach his thirties. His long, shaggy, blond hair had to be tied back so as not to fall into view of the camera. He walked around, filming the clones while asking a few how they felt about their new weapons and armor. "Well, the armor doesn't poke into my balls as much as the other ones. That's pretty nice," was Nade's response. A chuckling Leet sat against the outside wall of the farmhouse next to him. When the cameraman left, Stryke came walking up to Platoon Sergeant Leet, flanked by Ray to his right and Bolt to his left. Leet didn't even bother standing up, or even wiping the smirk off of his face. Stryke seemed just as calm as him, and the two had known each other for so long anyway. Leet gave Stryke a half-hearted, almost sarcastic salute. Bolt sat down on the ground next to Leet and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Third Platoon, over here," Stryke called out. "Gather on your Lieutenant." Everyone from Third Platoon dropped what they were doing and walked over. Stryke gave Ray a nod, then walked away. Ray began to speak to his men, "Parjir, the ARC, told us he wants the town of Shamon. It's a small town, held by about a company of B-1 battledroids. Command thinks it'll make a good staging point to start expanding across the continent. I can't stress how important this attack will be. So everybody shape up. Get some rest, it's been a long night. We move out at twelve-hundred, so that gives you a little under four hours to rest and resupply. First Sergeant Bolt will be tagging along here as well for some extra fire power." And with that, Ray gave them all a reassuring nod and left. The others all sighed, they felt as if they had just been punched in the guts. They had finally received some rest and relaxation in the beautiful morning sun, only to have it taken back from them. And for what? So they could go and lose some of their men just to take a piece of land. But, like good little soldiers, they just gritted their teeth and sucked it up. | |
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| Grievous |
Mar 04, 07 at 5:55am ^
re: Third Platoon: Clone War
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At 1215, fifteen minutes after the clones had set out, they had entered a long and stretched, grassy field. The cameraman from HoloNet walked behind the cluster of clone commandos, not filming them, but just watching. They had all been moving in silence ever since they had left their farmhouse. Every one of them had their blaster rifles held casually in both hands at their hips. Ray was in the middle of the group when he began to slow down. Through his helmet, he looked down at the ground with two fingers pushed against the side of his helmet, as if he were receiving a message. The others took notice and stopped.
A few moments passed, and Ray said, "Yes sir," then removed his fingers from his helmet and looked up at the others. "Looks like we'll be getting some relief afterall," Ray told them. "A company from the 409th that has already secured an airstrip to the west of Shamon will be helping us out. We're to enter the town from the southeast, they'll be attacking from the northwest. We should be there in about a half hour and we're to attack at 1300, so if we hurry we'll have fifteen minutes to strategize. Let's go." Spirits were lifted. Now such a supposedly "vital" mission wouldn't be so hard. The clones had doubts before, though they hadn't said anything. But now an entire regular-sized company would be helping out. The clones continued on through the tall green grass. The sun was shining brightly on that beautiful day. Some clones opted to remove their helmets and enjoy its warmth on their faces. And it seemed as if whenever the clones were starting to get just a little too warm from the sun, a nice cool breeze would swoop in and dry the sweat on their faces. Not a single cloud in the sky, and the sweet smell of the grass at their feet. This planet was twice as good as Corellia, the clones all thought. Especially Sergeant Tide. But to Tide, anything was better than Corellia. Ever since the incident on that planet, Tide had never been the same. He hadn't even said a word to anyone else ever since then. Ever since he escaped from that burning school with the blood stains on his hands, he had become a different clone, more like Shooter. In other words, the complete opposite of what he had always been before. I didn't have to kill him, Tide thought to himself while stepping through the grass. I didn't have to, but I did it anyway. My *bleep*ing anger got me, and I brutalized him. In my years fighting wars, I've never seen anybody get as mangled as I left that child. I could have just set my weapon to stun and taken him, but no. I just had to... He couldn't even bring himself to say it in his mind. He shook his head clear, but the image remained, and haunted him. The sight of the teenage boy laying on the ground of the school classroom. His head completely caved in with the blood forming a puddle under him. Tide felt a hand grab him by the shoulder. All the hair on his arms and neck instantly stood up. He quickly spun around, throwing the enemy hand off of his shoulder and raised his rifle to shoot. His heart just about to rip out of his chest, he saw that it was Tick, who was staring at Tide in wide-eyed shock. His special blue eyes stared deeply at Tide until he backed up with his arms raised. "I was just checking on you sarge," Tick said. Tide took a deep breath of the fresh air and sighed while lowering his weapon. Tide looked around at the others, who all had the same expression as Tick(those who had their helmets off at least, but the ones with their helmets on had it as well). Even the cameraman had no clue what was going on. Tide turned away from Tick and continued on in the direction they had been travelling. The others were slow to follow, but one by one they all turned and continued on. ---------- 1245, the group of commandos had arrived at their objective: the small town of Shamon. The town, which sat at the bottom of a grassy hill, was filled with about three-hundred B-1 battledroids who had no idea an attack was coming. Most of the droids were scattered, but almost every building had at least a squad of droids. At each corner of the town sat a guard tower with one droid machine gun mounted. On the other side of the hill, Ray and Bolt kept the others out of view while they surveyed the town. Both of them were on their stomachs with their heads just poking out over the hill. Bolt looked down at it with his binoculars while all the others behind them began to ready themselves by either putting on their helmets or loading their weapons. "From what I see, there's about a company of droids in there sir," said Bolt. "But there's a lot of buildings that they could be in too." "What do you think we should do?" Ray asked. Bolt stopped looking through his binoculars and looked at his supposed superior and asked, dubious, "Sir?" "Do you have any ideas?" Ray asked. "Sir, you're in charge here," Bolt said. "It's supposed to be your call." Ray didn't respond. He looked down at the town again and waited for a few moments, then called for Tank. Tank crouched over to them. Ray pointed to the left at a patch of grass about fifteen yards away and said, "Go set up your machine gun there. Cover our left flank when we make the main assault." "Yes sir," Tank nodded and walked away, still crouched. Ray then called for the three snipers in the platoon to come forward, which they all did. Leet, Zone, and Shooter all came forward and were given their assignment. All three of them were to move to the right, in front of a small forest, where they would have a good view of the entire town. The three of them crawled over to their destination. "Don't you think you should spread them out a little more sir?" Bolt asked. Ray didn't even glance at him, acting like he couldn't even hear Bolt's advice. When all three snipers were in place and were all laying down, Ray slowly lifted his hand in the air and then brought it down swiftly. All three snipers pulled the trigger to their rifles at the same time, and just like that, two droid machine gunners were shot down in their towers, along with one droid who was inspecting the tic-tac-toe-shaped streets. Instantly, all the droids that were in the streets got down and held their blasters ready to fire. The three clone snipers all cocked their rifles and sat silently while looking at Ray. Ray lifted his hand in the air and once again brought it down. The three clones fired again, and three more droids in the streets were blown to pieces. Ray lifted his hand in the air with a closed fist and then turned over on his back. He pointed at Tide and motioned for him to move up. Tide walked up to Ray, who told him what to do. Tide prepared his machine gun and headed to the right, past the snipers, and then finally on the northeast part of town. He got down on his stomach and set up his machine gun, then waited. Bolt watched on in horror, wanting desperately to yell at Ray. But he managed to whisper it to Ray, "Sir you shouldn't have had our snipers fire, now they're looking for us. And the longer we wait here, the longer they have to scan the area for us." Ray didn't respond, but instead called for everyone to fix their sniper attachments to their rifles and move up to where he was. Bolt continued talking to Ray, "Sir, we have to move in now." "My orders are not to assault that town until 1300," Ray snapped back. By then, all the others had arrived with their sniper extensions attached and went prone in the grass. "Sir, for all we know they could have spotted us by now and could be fixing their artillery on our position," Bolt said. "We have to keep moving." The sounds sure did not fit the atmosphere around them. Everything around them sounded quiet and peaceful, but the mood of everyone there was tense and uneasy. Everybody except Bolt looked through their scopes and found a target. Ray called out, "Fire." And every clone but Bolt fired their rifle. At least fifteen droids were shot down. But Bolt, looking through his binoculars, saw a droid point in their direction and began talking to other droids. No longer willing to wait, Bolt stood up and yelled out, "Machine guns, covering fire!" Both Tide and Tank began firing their machine guns, Tide at the droids on one side of the town, and Tank on the other. "Everybody, get your blasters ready!" Bolt shouted. "Charge!" Bolt began running down the hill with the others behind him. They were all attaching their blaster extensions while on the move, except for Ray, who stayed put. He looked down at Bolt with disbelieving eyes. Finally, Leet snapped him out of it by calling his name right before firing his rifle. The three snipers remained where they were, firing at will. Ray snapped out of it and ran to catch up with his platoon. | |
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