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Jul 02, 07 at 8:50pm ^
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Log in to remove this advertisement The Captain was staring down at a monitor that rested beneath the window at the head of the ship. Out in space, on the other side of the window was the planet now known to the Republic as H4-725. At first glance, one would most likely mistake it for Tatooine. Leet was watching the monitor as well, but much more nervously. "Relax sergeant," the Navy Captain commented on Leet's behavior with a grin. "The Nikto we interrogated said they brought your friends here." "How much longer until the scan is finished?" Leet asked. "It shouldn't be too much longer. We've already detected a pretty large cluster of sentient life on the surface." "You think that's where the Nikto are?" Leet asked. "If the Nikto are still holding your friends, it would likely be here, but we don't want to take the risk so we won't be making a move until the entire surface is scanned." The four commandos of Green Squad waited patiently in their casual army olive-green jumpsuits. Almost every member of the Republic Navy was in full armor except for the helmet, though some were wearing the helmet. Leet looked out through the window, which covered the entire wall at the front of the ship. The planet did not impress him at all. "It's finished," the Captain said walking up to the squad. "My men have finished the scan. Outside of the large cluster I told you about we only picked up one life form. If you look at the map you can see it." The Captain pointed to the monitor at a tiny red dot. On the screen that was only about one foot tall and one foot wide was a 2-D layout of the planet's surface. The entire picture was a tannish gray, with only a few lines on it here and there to represent mountain ranges. A single red dot was a few inches northeast of a much larger bunch of dots. "Interesting," Leet thought out loud. "I'll send this to my CO and see what he wants me to do." The Captain nodded and turned back to the monitor while Leet walked past his squad with an unsure expression. In the center of the room stood a small pillar only about two feet tall made of metal. On the top of it was a checkerboard design of red lines. Leet inserted the datapad containing the map into a small receptacle at the base of the hologram projector and then proceeded to push a tiny red button near the middle of the machine. He stood back and folded his arms in his chest, waiting while the machine buzzed and beeped. The light in the projector shone upward and created a life-size hologram of another clone trooper head to toe in wartorn katarn-class commando armor. "Stryke, it's Leet," said Leet. "Have you found them?" Stryke asked with a sense of eagerness in his voice. "I believe we have sir," Leet said. "I've sent you a sentient scan of the planet's surface. It should be showing up on your handheld in a second." "Alright. Give me a second." The hologram of Stryke flickered and then disappeared into the projector, leaving Leet and the other three of the squad waiting patiently. After a few moments, Stryke reappeared. "Pretty interesting," his hologram said. "What are your orders sir?" Leet asked. "The big group of people is clearly the Nikto base," Stryke said. "But before you look into that I want you four to check out who that one dot is in the mountains." "Yessir." "Stealth is key here. Have a transport drop you a klick away from the mountain and sneak your way over there." "Yessir. We'll get right on it." "Good luck, Leet." Leet and the others stood up straight and saluted the Nova Company leader. Stryke returned the favor before his hologram sank back into the pillar that had projected it. | |
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| Grievous |
Jul 02, 07 at 8:51pm ^
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Leet and the other clone troopers of Green Squad grabbed their gear and boarded an LAAT. Unfortunately for them the Republic Navy corvette that was carrying them didn't have any of the commandos signature Katarn-class armor which they had grown so accustomed to. They had to settle for standard issue clone trooper armor and weapons. His weapon slung behind his shoulder, Leet puffed away at a cigarra while holding his helmet in the opposite hand and boarded the transport.
The door closed and sealed behind him. Nade took a seat on the floor in the back corner of the ship. Ram and Zak leaned against the walls on opposite sides. Leet stood at the front, just behind the pilot, facing his men. "Someone needs to tell the Kaminoans about those little things inside a human called intestines," Nade said while shifting around on the floor uncomfortably. "I can't believe all those Normals have been using this armor for almost two years." "Where'd you get the cigarras, Sarge?" Ram asked Leet. "Zone found another stash of 'em. I found him taking some extra equipment from an armory and managed to blackmail him," Leet said before sticking the cigarra in his mouth. "You wanna give me one?" Ram held out his hand. Leet pulled one out of a compartment on his waist and placed it in his squad mate's hand. While Ram lit the end of his, Zak said, "If it were me, I'da turned that prick in. It would've been worth it to see him get in trouble. All this time and he hasn't stopped being such an asshole." "Alright, that's enough," Leet quickly cut in. "Besides, we're there." Nade stood up in the corner and put his helmet on. Ram and Leet both put out their cigarras and placed them in a holder attached to their waists, then put on their helmets as well. All four of them held onto a rail at the ceiling and felt the floor beneath them begin to heat up as the ship entered the planet's atmosphere. The front window of the LAAT became engulfed in flames as it sped towards the gigantic, desert-covered rock. With a violent shake, the flames died down and the floor cooled slowly but surely. Looking through the window the clones saw nothing but sand getting closer and closer to them. The ship slowed to a crawl and flattened itself before slowly touching down onto the ground. The door opened and allowed the four clones to hop out. Nade looked around at the scenery, or rather, lack thereof. "Nice place," he commented sarcastically. "I can see why someone would wanna live here." "It doesn't matter how bad this planet is," Leet said firmly. "All that matters is that they've got our guys here. The mountain is about twenty minutes from here, so let's get going." | |
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Jul 02, 07 at 11:40pm ^
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OH SHIT !!! UPDATE !!!
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Jul 03, 07 at 6:06am ^
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Nice update, man. Two thumbs up from me. =)
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| Grievous |
Jul 03, 07 at 11:37pm ^
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"Well, here we are," Leet said as the four clone commandos approached the mountain range. Their pristine, white clone armor that lacked any sort of battle scars were a sharp contrast to the pitch blackness of the moonless night of the planet. "Doesn't look too steep, shouldn't take much effort to climb. But one thing, no talking until I say so. Got it?"
The others all nodded. "We wanna be as quiet as possible," Leet said and began to hike up the side of the mountain. The silence as the four clones hiked up the mountain was maddening. There were no animals chirping. There was no consistent hum or whizz off in the distance like nearly all other planets. There was nothing to hear as they marched up the rocky terrain. Nor was there anything of any interest to see. From the mid-point of the mountains there was nothing but vast desert for miles. The stark landscape of the planet was grim and lifeless. The moon did not show itself, and the stars were covered by a blanket of clouds. Leet took a moment to rest while the others continued up. He looked from side to side and took in a deep breath to clear his head. The sound of rocks falling startled him. He grabbed his rifle and held it ready to shoot, looking in the direction of the disturbance. Leet held his gun ready and slowly crept over in the general direction of the noise. He came upon what appeared to be a small cliff that fell down into a ditch encircled by boulders. At the bottom of the ditch, there was a gap between two of the larger boulders that looked to form a cave. "Psst," Leet quietly called for the others. Nade, Ram and Zak all hurried over to their squad leader, who was laying down and surveying the scene. They did the same. "Looks like a cave," Leet whispered and pointed to the gap between the two boulders. "You guys cover me." Leet stood up slowly, careful not to knock any of the tiny rocks loose and draw any possible attention to them. He moved over to the right keeping his weapon ready to fire and found a path that led down into the ditch. Hopping down from rock to rock, Leet kept his eyes peeled. When he reached the ditch the fall dropped him to a knee and scraped the surface of his armor, but he quickly got up and inched his way toward the cave. Ram, Zak and Nade all were laying prone and looking through their scopes. Leet was standing ten feet away from the cave when a single blaster round broke the silence in a big way. The three clones keeping watch all jumped, alarmed at the noise, while Leet fell to the ground. Leet's rifle hit the rocky terrain next to him but bounced out of his reach. He lay on his back with a smoking hole in his shoulder, burning away at his flesh. None of the others had seen where the blast had come from, so their weapons remained silent while their leader was on the ground bleeding. Strangely enough, no more shots were fired to finish the clone trooper off. But a small, round object seemed to leap out from the cave and next to Leet. Under his helmet, Leet's eyes got wide with realization. The seconds went by, seeming like years for him. But when the grenade finally exploded, it only released smoke. The smoke slowly began to pour out of the grenade until it filled the entire ditch. The others stood up and hurried over in the same direction Leet had gone. Leet, laying under a cloud of smoke, felt someone grab him by his arms and lift him up. The mysterious figure shoved Leet through the entrance to the cave and then adjusted a boulder so that it would block the entrance. The small tunnel that Leet stood in led to a large dilation in the cave. In the middle was a fire, and at the far end was an enraged looking Desert Wampa. Leet jumped back before realizing it was already dead. Leet held his shoulder, feeling the unpleasant burning sensation while the man who had shot him stood in the shadows of the tunnel. Leet removed his helmet and with every step that the shadow took toward him, he took a step back. When the man cloaked in shadow stepped into the dim lighting of his cave, the first thing that leaped out to Leet was the eye patch. | |
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Jul 04, 07 at 10:02pm ^
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The cloaked figure stepped into the dim lighting of the cave with an eye patch over his left eye. His scraggly hair fell down past the tops of his ears, and a filthy beard had nearly covered his face. Wearing only a worn-out pair of beige pants, Leet counted the many lined scars going up and down his chest and back.
"Who are you," the man asked in a dry, old sounding voice. He kept his primitive blaster aimed at Leet. Leet studied him a few moments more, until he was finally able to guess at who the person was. "Are you Lucky?" he asked. "Not so much," Lucky responded in the same weak voice. "I used to think I was. But not anymore." Leet looked past Lucky, near the exit to the tunnel. Hung on the wall above it was a spear, held by decaying, green flesh wrapped around a rock that stuck out of the wall. "I'm Leet," the clone trooper said. His eyes were open wide and looking at Lucky, waiting to see if Lucky would remember. "Remember? We were in Third Platoon together." "I remember you Leet," Lucky was annoyed that Leet would question his sanity. "I may be a little unkempt but I'm not stupid." Lucky did not lower his weapon, which left Leet puzzled. "Why are you still aiming at me then?" he asked. "You're here to rescue me, right?" Lucky asked. "Save me? You wanna bring me back to the Republic, don't you?" "Yes." "You really think you'd be doing me a favor? You have no idea." "Lucky, where are the others?" "Who? What others?" Lucky looked genuinely confused, as did Leet. "Bam, Strat, Shooter. The other three in your squad who were captured," Leet said. Lucky's eye widened. "Oh, them," he said and finally lowered his weapon. He lowered his head and turned away from Leet. "They're all dead." "All three of them?" "Of course all three of them!" Lucky shouted and turned back to Leet. In the dim lighting, his one eye looked to be burning with fury. Leet couldn't help but get a shiver running up his spine. Lucky continued shouting, "I said they were all dead, didn't I? They're dead and it's because of me! It's my fault!" Leet walked up to his fellow clone with his hands out, trying to calm him but to no avail. Lucky's crazed shouting persisted, "I should have died with them like I said I would!" "What are you talking about Lucky?" asked Leet. All Leet got for his trouble was a quick blow to his wounded shoulder with the end of Lucky's rifle. Leet fell to his knees crying out in pain. "You're not taking me back Leet!" Lucky shouted. "I'm not going back until my business is done!" "What business?" Leet asked between quick breaths while holding his shoulder. "Just talk to me Lucky." Lucky looked at Leet for a moment, his eye still blazing. Finally he threw down his weapon hard enough that it caused a piece of the rocky ground to chip. He took a long and deep breath to calm himself and sat down leaned against the wall. With his legs bent and his elbows rested on his knees, he told his story. "The Niks captured us after we blew up that asteroid," he said, for the first time since their meeting he sounded sane and rational. "They brought us back here and made us fight in their arena." "What, against each other?" Leet asked. "No. Wampas, Krayt Dragons, even a dark Jedi. Bam got poisoned by the dragon. He died on the fifth day. On the last event, we had to run a spear gauntlet. I went first and made it, basically guaranteeing my freedom. Shooter and Strat got killed. Shooter chose to fight rather than compete. He was taken down and wanted me to help him. I stood back like a bitch and watched them kill him. They let me go and I've been here ever since." "You've been living like this for three months?" "Three months?" Lucky was astonished at how long it had been. "It's really been three months?" "And four days," said Leet. "Then yes, I guess so." "Where'd you get the weapon?" Leet motioned to the blaster which Lucky had thrown down moments ago. "A little while before you showed up, a couple days ago I guess, a Nik came up here looking for me. Apparently the Nikto don't want me on their planet, so they're trying to get rid of me." "So you mistook me for a Nikto when I first showed up?" Leet asked. Lucky shook his head from side to side slowly, looking Leet directly in the eyes. "I knew who you were, and I knew why you came," Lucky said. "I'm not going back to the army." "You just said they're trying to kill you," Leet said. "How much longer until they send more guys to overwhelm you? You're gonna get killed." Leet was urging his old friend to come back to safety in the Republic. But at Leet's last statement, Lucky lightly grinned. "I want them to kill me," Lucky said. "But not yet." Lucky pulled himself up, using the rocky wall and walked over to the tunnel. Standing directly under the spear, he pointed to it and said, "You see this? This is the same spear that Tray used to kill Shooter and Strat, right in front of me. I should have died with them on that day, but I took the coward's way out. When I left that hell hole, Tray gave me this spear supposedly to hunt with. But you know why he really gave it to me? He just wanted to rub my face in the fact that I'm a coward. He wanted me to look at it every day, and remember how I lost my own self respect. But ever since then, I've only ever had one plan for this spear. I'm gonna take this spear, and I'm gonna break into that base. I'm gonna look for him, and I'm gonna shove this entire thing down his throat. And you guys are gonna give me the equipment for it." "What are you talking about?" Leet asked. "Just give me a suit and a blaster, and then leave. Go back to the Republic, tell them that you couldn't find any survivors, and forget this whole thing ever happened." "What about you?" Lucky paused again, staring eye-to-eye with Leet. "Whether I get to Tray or not, I won't be leaving that arena alive. I'm gonna die, just like I should have three months ago." | |
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Jul 06, 07 at 10:27pm ^
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Crunch was relaxed in the second floor front window of an expensive, four story manor. With his hand rested on top of a machine gun aiming out the window, he looked up at the sky and watched the clouds stroll by. Watz and Pit approached him from behind, both carrying their rifles in hand.
"It's so hot," Pit complained. "My canteen's empty." "Any news on Green Squad, sarge?" Watz asked and sat down on an ammo crate which was pushed up against the wall. "Stryke radioed in about an hour ago, said they were about to search the planet," Crunch said, not even taking his eyes off of the sky. Without his helmet, the sun on his face felt like a little piece of heaven. "You got that basement door open yet?" he asked. "Uh-uh," Watz shook his head. "Whoever programmed the locks knew what they were doing. I think we might just have to blow it open." "Just do what you need to do," said Crunch. "If those droids overwhelm us we need a place to retreat." "Alright," Watz stood up. "Just wanted to see how Green was doing." With that, Watz slung his rifle around his back and pulled out a set of fusioncutters. He walked through the interior of the mansion, occasionally bumping into other clone troopers. The inside of the mansion was a mess. Blaster holes plagued the walls and floors, and pictures which had previously hung on the dark green painted walls were torn up and scattered, thrown around in random spots on the ground. Meanwhile Crunch continued to adore the scenery of the planet. Although parts of it had been ravaged by war causing large clouds of smoke to rise into the air in multiple spots miles away, the area around Crunch and his squad was unscathed. Countless bright green bushes and trees surrounded and filled the area accompanied by a small pond in the front garden where small fish swam in circles and left ripples in the water. "How's Dral doing?" Crunch turned away from the bright sunlight and into the decaying insides of the mansion. "He's a little nervous," Pit said. "He's not quite sure why this mansion is so important that we were taken from Coruscant to hold it, but he's got his men set up on the left side of the house." "We're holding this mansion to give the guys from the five-oh-eighth more time to set up for their push," Crunch said matter-of-factly. "Once they've got the manpower they'll make a push and come get us. Anyway, this shouldn't even be so hard. If we can catch the droids by surprise then we should take out a good chunk of their numbers before they can even shoot back at us." "When do you think they're gonna show up?" Pit asked. "Probably in about fifteen minutes. Get a squad of Normals downstairs to hold them off if they get past the front door. Are the snipers and explosives in place?" "Yep." "Okay, just tell everybody not to shoot until after the explosives blow." "Got it." Pit nodded and walked out of the small cube of a bedroom. Crunch grabbed a pair of binoculars that were sitting on top of a wooden desk and used them to scan the area miles ahead, past the small piece of land around the mansion covered in thin forests. He saw the group of two hundred droids marching neatly in four even rows. Two hundred droids exactly were about to be ambushed by a group of twenty eight clones at a mansion. Crunch was startled when an explosion rocked the house from the bottom floor. A few moments passed before Watz came bursting through the door just to say, "Basement's open." "Is there a tunnel like the map said?" Crunch asked. "Yeah." "Okay. Tell everyone that if we get overwhelmed we retreat through the basement." Watz left to spread the word to the others in the house. Crunch looked back to where the droid attack force was, only to find that they were no longer there. They had entered the forest which surrounded the mansion. They would arrive shortly. --- Crunch watched calmly as the two hundred B-1 Battledroids marched up to the front gate of the mansion and walked through it. The droids began to spread out, walking around calmly, unable to see the clones hiding in the windows or on the roof. Crunch peeked around the corner of the window, holding his breath and waiting impatiently for the explosives. When no less than fifty droids had entered the premises, the four detpacks spread across the front garden all detonated at once. One detpack, planted inside of the mini pond, sent a splash of water in through Crunch's window. Crunch hopped out from his cover and manned his machine gun, aimlessly firing at the droids while more machine guns in other windows both above and below him fired as well. A large chunk of the droid forces scattered and ran either to the left or right sides of the house. Crunch removed his finger from the trigger of his machine gun, allowing the barrel to cool itself. A few blaster shots pelted the stone building around him. One shot hit the glass of the open window, shattering it and sending tiny glass particles falling into Crunch's hair. Crunch went prone to avoid the shots and heard the machine guns on both sides of the mansion begin to fire as well. He flipped over onto his back and reached for a grenade that was attached to the chest portion of his armor, which he had taken off to help fight the heat. He tossed the grenade over his shoulder through the window and waited until he heard it explode to grab his machine gun and make a run for the door. Another red beam from a droid blaster shot up and into the ceiling, narrowly missing Crunch's left shoulder. Crunch ran out into the U-shaped hallway that surrounded the fifteen stairs in the middle. At the bottom of the stairs, in the front room where the door was, three clone troopers were taking cover twenty feet away and facing the front door. Another three clone troopers were taking cover to the right of the door, behind the broken pieces of a wall which had previously separated the front room from the dining room. More and more clone troopers were pouring into the hallway by the second. A droid grenade crashed through one of the front windows and landed a few feet away from the three clones by the stairs. One of the troopers instinctively rose up from his cover and ran over to the grenade. His two friends called out for him to get back to the cover, but he continued toward the grenade. He lifted his foot back and kicked the grenade as hard as he could. The grenade flew across the room, bouncing against the boarded doors and then resting on the ground. Crunch muttered obscenities under his breath and watched helplessly as the grenade blew the door to pieces, sending flying pieces of wood and metal in every direction throughout the room. A tiny piece of hot metal found a place to rest in Crunch's left bicep. The wound was small, but it stung like nothing Crunch had ever experienced. Still, he sucked it up and laid down on his stomach with his machine gun. Droid after droid after droid swarmed in through the door. At first, they were all being destroyed without much of a chance, but as more and more clones went down by a stray, droid blaster round, the droids were making their way further into the house. Crunch saw ten clones get shot down on the balcony overlooking the front room until he finally decided enough was enough. "Through the basement!" he shouted over the constant noises of the fighting. "Go! Into the basement!" Every clone who heard the call began to move toward the door, firing as they moved. Crunch's machine gun ammo cartridge was emptied and he reached for his pistol. He moved through the house, searching every room on the way to the stairs. He found Pit leaned against the wall of one of the bedrooms, holding his side and panting. Crunch fired a single shot with his pistol which cleanly beheaded an unlucky droid that was climbing the stairs. He entered the room and began to pull Pit by the arm, revealing a bloody, smoking hole in the side of his armor. "Dral's dead," said Pit between pants. His forehead was drenched in sweat. "I saw him take one in the face." Not having the time to grieve over a fallen comrade, Crunch pulled Pit out of the room and down the stairs. Four more clone troopers were standing by the door to the basement, crouched and firing their weapons at the advancing droids, waiting for every last trooper to exit the doomed mansion. Crunch held Pit's arm over his shoulder with one hand, lugging him around on his back while firing his pistol in the other hand while bright red beams were flying all over them. Crunch stumbled up to the basement entrance and began descending down the creaky wooden steps. Two of the clone troopers protecting the basement were shot and killed, forcing the other two to retreat behind Crunch. When Crunch reached the bottom of the stairs he could barely see the tunnel in the blackness of the basement, but turned back to the entrance at the top of the stairs in time to see the two clone troopers set a detpack on the ceiling. They both leapt down the remainder of the stairs and detonated the detpack. The explosion caused the dirt and debris to form a wall blocking the entrance. "That'll buy us some time," one of the troopers said. "Is your radioman still alive?" Crunch asked. "Hell if I know sir," the trooper shrugged his shoulder. The two clones began to run down the tunnel, followed by Crunch who was forced to run slightly slower due to carrying Pit. While running, Crunch turned his head back and asked, "Is Watz okay?" Pit, too weak to even speak, just nodded the affirmative. --- When Crunch came out at the end of the tunnel five minutes later, they were in the basement of another house. Some of the clones were waiting and resting, but the door of the basement had been opened. Among the clone troopers waiting in the basement was Watz, who approached Crunch happily and took Pit off of his back for him. "Good to see you made it," Watz said and laid Pit down on the ground gently. He called for a medic and then turned back to Crunch. "I was afraid I was the only one in our squad alive." Just then, another clone stuck his head in through the door at the top of the stairs. "It's clear," he said. "We're in a city." "Call for an air strike," Crunch ordered. "Tell them to bomb the mansion quick, before the droids leave." "Yessir." Every clone trooper began to race up the stairs, except the medic who was applying bacta to Pit's wound. Crunch stepped through the door and into the kitchen of a much smaller house in a little town known as Wanlo. Curious citizens watched in the streets as clone troopers emptied out of the house and turned their attentions to the mansion at the top of a hill, surrounded by trees. Crunch and Watz stood side by side and watched as three Republic bombers flew past the mansion and unloaded their deadly cargo onto it. "Blast isn't gonna appreciate us retreating," Crunch laughed lightly. When the fireworks were finished, the mansion was nothing more than a smoking pile of rubble. The smoke in the distance rising up into the sky stood as a reminder to the clones that no matter what else may be happening on other planets light years away, there was still a war to be fought. ---- Figured since this one was about twice as long as the others I'd take an extra day to put it up. | |
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Jul 08, 07 at 2:28am ^
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"How about this?" Leet rose to his feet still holding his shoulder. The deranged Lucky stared up at Leet with his one eye, brushing some of his hair out from the front of his face. Leet continued to make his proposition, "We'll come with you. Me and the others will help you sneak into the Nikto base. We'll make sure you get your revenge against Tray. But afterward, you have to come back with us."
"I saw that last part coming from a mile away, Leet," Lucky sighed. "No. It's a suicide mission. I know it is. And I want it to be." "I thought it was a revenge mission." "It is." "Well you're not going to kill Tray without our help." Lucky got onto his feet and marched up to a few inches from Leet's face. "All I need is your gear," Lucky said. "I can do fine on my own." "I won't give you anything unless you agree to my offer," said Leet. His eyes were fixed, not backing down. And they remained that way even when Lucky retrieved his blaster off the ground and firmly pressed it against Leet's chest. "Then I'll kill you and take it for myself." "Lucky, put the gun down," Leet tried to reason with his old friend. "It's me, the same Leet who's been with the platoon since we were in test tubes." "No your not," Lucky shook his head. "The old Leet only cared about what was best for his men. He would have gone out of his way if it was for the good of his friends." "That's exactly what I'm doing right here." "No. All I want is to kill the Niks and be done with it, be done with everything. And if you're gonna stand in the way of that then I'm gonna kill you." "Lucky, put the gun down. You won't shoot me. If you just come with us back to the Republic then-" "WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE REPUBLIC!" Leet braced himself for a shot to the heart, but the two were interrupted by an explosion coming from the end of the tunnel that shattered the boulder-door into millions of little fragments of rock. Leet spotted a tiny, smoking object fly into the cave. Lucky fired his blaster through the tunnel, too preoccupied to see the stun grenade at his feet. The stun grenade detonated, sending both Leet and Lucky into unconsciousness. | |
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Jul 08, 07 at 10:02pm ^
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When Leet awoke, he found himself in a nice and comfy bed. Wiping the blurriness out of his eyes he looked around at the blue painted walls. He immediately recognized the room as Third Platoon's apartment on Coruscant and raced to the window to open the blinds. The sun pouring into the room blinded him at first but wore off after a few seconds. The door opened behind Leet, and his second-in-command of the squad, Nade, walked in.
"Rise 'n' shine," said Nade. "What happened?" Leet asked. He was still groggy from the stun grenade. "We got into that cave on the Nikto planet and accidentally hit you with a stun grenade." Nade walked further into the room and sat down on the end of one of the beds, hunched over with his elbows on his knees. Leet remained standing next to the window. "What about Lucky?" Leet asked. Nade hesitated, looking down at the ground and shaking his head until answering the question, "We brought him back here. The whole time he was mumbling something about a guy named Tray." "Where is he now?" Again, Nade hesitated, but this time he did not respond at all. Leet repeated his question. "He ran away," said Nade. "About a half hour ago." "Is he still on Coruscant?" "He has to be. All the hangars have been shut down until the Coruscant police find him." Leet instantly walked toward the closet in the room. He pushed a button on the wall and the closet door slid open, revealing several outfits of nothing but army colored dark green shorts and tanktops. Leet reached for a pair of shorts and a shirt and put them on. "What are you doing?" Nade asked. "I'm gonna go find him," Leet said while pulling the shirt over his head. "Care to join me?" Leet spotted a pistol resting on a desk against the wall and grabbed it. He fastened it around his ankle and stormed out of the room. Ram and Zak were resting in separate chairs, watching a podrace on television. They both stood up as soon as Leet entered the room. "How you feeling?" they both asked. "Fine." "What's going on?" Ram asked. "I'm going to go and find Lucky." "Sarge, it's a pretty big planet," Zak said. "Yeah, so it's gonna take me a while," Leet said. "But if that's what it takes, I'll do it." Just then Nade came hopping into the room, trying to run and put on a pair of shorts at the same time. By the time he reached Leet he was fully dressed. "So what are you doing?" Zak looked at Nade. "I'm going with him," Nade responded. Both Ram and Zak looked at the two clones helplessly as they opened the door and left the apartment. By the time Leet and Nade were at the opposite end of the hallway, they heard the door open again. Both Ram and Zak came running to catch up. The four of them entered the elevator quietly and stayed that way as it lowered to the ground and opened. The sidewalks and street were nearly empty, with only a few people walking by. Most chose to fly through the air in a speeder. They were surprised to see Zone entering as they exited. "You guys are leaving already?" he asked in his Coruscanti accent. "We're gonna go find Lucky," Leet said. "You coming?" "No," Zone scoffed. "I got better things to do with my time then look for Patch." "Go find a speeder and bring it back here," Leet turned to the other three green squad members. When they left, he looked back over at Zone. "You better straighten your act up Zone, or your own attitude is gonna come back and kick your ass." "Are you threatening me Sarge?" Zone asked with a disobedient tone, showing no respect for his superior. "Don't you remember? Mandalorians don't make threats, we make promises. But I'm not promising anything. I just thought, since no one else wants anything to do with you I would have to do it myself. If you don't stop being such a jerkoff to everyone in the platoon you're gonna find yourself alone when you need them most." "Maybe that's how I want it." "Cut this loner bullshit Zone, I'm not buying it. You shouldn't even be a squad leader as far as I'm concerned. But you are, and your own men hate you. Basically, fix your attitude. Or one day you're gonna be in trouble and your men won't lift a finger to help you. And when your dead no one will care. Is that really what you want?" Just then, a yellow cruiser swooped down onto the street next to the two. Leet shoved past Zone, intentionally bumping his shoulder into Zone's, and hopped into the backseat while Nade drove. With his arm rested on the edge of the car, Leet looked at Zone and said, "Think about it," just before the car shot up into the sky again. | |
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Jul 10, 07 at 11:46pm ^
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"When we picked this thing up we ran into Stryke," Nade turned his head enough so that Leet could hear. "He told us there've been reports of a bearded man with an eyepatch seen near the Jedi Temple. The shock troopers have been searching the area for about ten minutes."
"What'll happen if they catch him?" Leet asked. "As far as they're concerned this is the second time he's tried to leave the Republic. This time they know that bringing him back won't do any good." "What's that mean?" "They're gonna kill him on sight," Nade said. "We gotta find him first then," Leet said. "What are we gonna do when we find him Sarge?" Ram, who was sitting in the backseat with Leet, asked. Leet stared at Ram for a long time, thinking of what to say. The problem was that he didn't know. Eventually he looked away without saying a word. He enjoyed the wind whipping at his face as he admired the planet-wide city. Five minutes passed before Leet was startled by Zak in the front seat shouting, "Holy shit!" The other three looked to where he was pointing, at the very top of one of the many massive skyscrapers. They all saw something, and they all knew what it was. With long hair dangling from his chin, they all knew it was their missing companion. Nade turned the car in the direction of the building and as they got closer, they saw another man standing ten feet from him, though they couldn't make out who it was until they landed the cruiser on the building. It was Brax, the Jedi commander of the entire regiment. The four of them walked up behind him while he tried to talk reason with Lucky. Lucky took another step closer to the edge of the building. "Go away Leet," Lucky said. "All four of you, just get the hell outta here. You're the whole reason it has to end like this." "It doesn't have to end like this," Brax said with a gesture of the hand. Leet and the others noticed what he was trying. "You want to step away from the ledge." "No I don't!" Lucky snapped. The others, especially Brax, were all shocked at the result of the mind trick. "The Coruscant shock troopers are looking for you," Brax stated. "When they find you, they're gonna kill you. If you just come with me you'll be left alive." "Master Brax," Leet interrupted. "I know what's going on here sir. His squad was-" "Leet, shut your mouth!" Lucky commanded. "You know, I would say I'll see you all in hell, but quite frankly I think we're already here." Lucky took another step backward, and this time his foot slipped off the ledge. He shut his eye, allowing his body to fall. The four members of Green Squad watched helplessly, but Brax stretched out his arm and called on the force to pull the clone back over. Lucky's body jerked and he was pulled forward and fell to the ground at Brax's feet. With a whimper, Lucky said, "I can't even kill myself." Leet, Ram and Nade all tried to help him onto his feet while Zak walked over to the edge of the building and peered over. Even from the incredible height, he could see a squad of shock troopers entering the building. "Damnit," he said under his breath. He turned to the others and said out loud, "Shockers are searching the building. We don't have long 'til they get up here." Lucky threw Leet's hand off of his shoulder and remained on his knees, waiting for Brax to apprehend him. Leet got down to eye level with Lucky and patted him on the shoulder. Lucky did not resist. Leet took in a deep breath of the fresh air before telling Lucky, "Alright. We'll help you." Lucky looked up at Leet with confusion, his eye had been watering but the tears were held back. "How?" he asked. "We'll take you to the Nikto base, and we'll help you kill Tray," said Leet. "Wait a minute," Brax stepped in, his flowing black hair was whipping to the side along with his Jedi robe from the gusts that were beginning to increase. "What are you talking about sergeant?" "Master Jedi," Leet got up off his knee and faced Brax. "It is the only way we can save this man. If we don't, he'll never come back. He'd rather die than live the rest of his life with this shame." "What are you saying?" Brax questioned. "My men and I have to go with this man to the Nikto base," said Leet. "Three months ago his squad was sent on a mission to stop the Niks from releasing an asteroid onto Coruscant." "Yes, I remember hearing about that," Brax nodded. "Then you remember that they went missing?" Leet explained Lucky's story to the Jedi General while Lucky stayed on his knees looking down at the ground. When Leet finished, Zak spoke first, "Leet, we don't have much longer til the shockers get here." "If doing this is the only way you can bring this man back into the Republic, then so be it. I will not stop you, and I will make sure not to send yours or this clone's squad out on any assignments until you contact me again. But how you will get to the planet is your problem Sergeant." Lucky looked up at Brax with an appreciative stare. Brax gazed back down in masked pity just as a door behind him flew open. They all turned and saw three shock troopers run onto the roof of the building in their white and red armor. The three shock troopers raised their rifles and pointed them at Lucky. But with another smooth wave of his hand, Brax said in a soothing voice, "You don't want to shoot this clone. You want to pretend you never saw him." The apparent leader of the three troopers lowered his gun and said in a hypnotized voice, "We don't want to shoot him. Let's just pretend we didn't see him." The other two nodded in agreement and the three of them left through the same door they had broken open moments ago. Leet and Brax exchanged acknowledging glances and Leet helped Lucky onto his feet. The five clones hurried into the car, this time Leet was in the driver's seat. The speeder jolted and then rose into the air and took off. A storm was approaching in the form of ominous rain clouds and occasional booms of thunder. Lucky looked out over the edge of the car and admired how high in the air they were. His eye was beginning to water again, but the cold wind blew it dry in seconds. "Ya see?" Leet looked over at Nade in the passenger seat next to him. "Jedi aren't all that bad." | |
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Jul 12, 07 at 10:35pm ^
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An hour had passed since the five clones left the rooftop, and for forty-five of those minutes all they did was fly around aimlessly and argue about their plans. Eventually they decided to head to a hangar and see if they could steal a ship. When they walked through the hangar bay door, they were surprised to see someone already there waiting for them.
It was Zone. He had his back against the wall and his head down, his arms were folded across his chest. When he heard the door slam, he looked up at them and got out of his comfortable position. "Been waiting for you," he walked up to them. "What are you talking about?" Leet asked. "You wanted me to do something nice for a change? Well, here you go." Zone pushed a datapad into Leet's chest. "It's a clearance code," he said. "Managed to swipe it off of Stryke's desk. You see that ship right there?" Zone pointed to a beaten down, rusty Corellian-style freighter with a brownish-red and white paint job. "That ship is known as the Ebon Hawk," Zone said. "Pretty outdated, but it'll get the job done." "Revan's Ebon Hawk?" Zak asked. "That's the one," Zone said. "Great," Leet sighed. "We get a four-thousand year old ship. I can't believe this heap of scrap metal even still runs." "Well Leet you could always flap your wings and fly yourselves to the Nikto planet," Zone taunted. "You're gonna have to hold your breath though. Either take the ship or don't, all I care about is you can't hassle me for never doing anything nice anymore." Leet handed Nade the datapad and all of them except Leet walked over to the ship. Nade entered the code into a panel next to the freighter and the ramp popped open. As they boarded the ship, Leet stayed behind. "We're going to the Nikto base," Leet said in a devious tone. "Not interested," Zone said quickly. He began to walk toward the door when Leet stopped him. "There'll be plenty of things to kill," Leet said. "Lots of practice for you." Zone stopped dead in his tracks. He turned and looked at Leet intrigued. "Oh yeah?" he said. "How long has it been since you killed something?" Leet asked. "Two, three weeks? I bet your finger is just itching to pull the trigger." "No kidding." "We need an extra hand here, will you help us?" "Alright fine," Zone said. "But let's get one thing straight, I'm not doing this to be a nice guy. I just need to kill something." The two boarded the Ebon Hawk and walked through the inside of the ship until they found the cockpit, where Ram and Zak were in the pilot and co-pilot seats. "Zone's coming now?" Ram asked. "Great," Zak mumbled. The massive doors to the hangar that allowed ships to dock or leave detached from each other and then disappeared into the walls. The storm was beating down the city with full force now. Hail stones were falling from the sky so large that they would occasionally scrape the buildings. Lightning was flashing every couple of seconds violently, and the wind was blowing hard enough to send people flying which caused the entire planet to seem lifeless. Almost all speeders had left the sky and the streets were completely blank. The Ebon Hawk pushed itself off of the ground and rotated itself to face the door just as a bolt of lightning struck the side of the building. The ship accelerated and with no time to spare it began to move upward. The clones in the cockpit watched the interesting display of hail falling onto the cockpit window and shattering from the speed of the ship. The Hawk made it past the clouds and eventually into space. Lucky was in the medical room alone, sitting in deep thought. He felt his eye beginning to tingle and water but held it back. | |
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Jul 16, 07 at 3:05am ^
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The ship was a few minutes away from coming out of hyperspace above the Nikto planet. Zone was rummaging through the supplies that the ship held with Leet. They were looking for weapons. Ram and Zak were both in the cockpit. Nade was sleeping, and nobody knew where Lucky was. They didn't worry about him though.
"Found 'em," Zone said, reaching into a crate. "Couple'a beauties too." Leet walked over behind Zone and looked down into the container. Zone pulled out a single rifle that looked as if it had never seen action. "Never seen that kind before," Leet commented on the gun. "KX-80 Repeater," Zone said. "Modified version of the KX-60. Scopes have better range, far more accurate at long range than the 60, capable of fully automatic, semi-automatic and burst fire. They even have a built-on spike at the front for melee combat that doesn't fuck around with your accuracy. Incredibly rare weapons, the fact that there's a whole crate of them on a ship like this is incredible." "Looks like they all already have a clip in them," Leet said. "Better have everyone take an extra, just in case." The two felt the ship shaking, which most likely meant only one thing. They had arrived. "Let's get one of these to everybody," Leet said and pulled out a few of the rifles. Zone grabbed three of the rifles and left the room. Leet walked over to the room containing the beds and found Nade there, passed out. He woke Nade and practically had to drag him to the center of the ship where all of the different hallways linked up. The ship jolted once more, and the sounds of the ship's various systems quieted down until they were completely silent. Zone, Ram and Zak came walking into the room, each of them carrying one of the KX-80's. "Where's Lucky?" Ram asked. Everyone else shrugged their shoulders. They were not left wondering for long however, as Lucky revealed himself, stepping out of the medical room with not only a clean-shaven face, but a clean shaven head as well. The others looked at him unsure of what to say. Lucky, leaned against the doorway, looked back at them with the same expression. "Just thought it was about time I started some things over," Lucky said softly, rubbing his bald head. Lucky motioned at the extra rifle in Leet's hand. "Is that for me?" Leet gently tossed the rifle at Lucky. Lucky caught it and instantly checked the ammo, then held it vertically at his side with the barrel just inches from the floor. "Before we go in, there's something I need to get at my old house," he said. The others were puzzled, all except Leet. Leet nodded in understanding and approached Lucky. "I'll go with you," he said. "You guys stay here. Me and Lucky will be back in about half an hour." Leet and Lucky left the others in the room, walking over to the ramp and pushing the button to open it. The ramp opened and fell onto the sandy ground. The two clones walked down the ramp and into the moonlight, the night was unusually cold. With both of the clones in olive-green tanktops and shorts, they began their short journey through the seemingly never-ending desert of the planet. The two of them walked forward without saying a word for twenty minutes until they finally saw a silhouette of the familiar mountain range in the distance. It took them another twenty minutes of uncomfortably silent walking to reach the base of the mountains. The two did not waste any time climbing the mountain. Lucky moved noticeably faster than Leet, he was eager to retrieve what he was looking for. When the two of them were halfway up the mountain, Leet spotted something that sparked his interest. He tapped Lucky on the back of the leg and pointed at it. It was a speeder, parked in one of the few flat spots of the mountain. There was no one around it though, so the two of them carefully approached it. They scouted out the area first, checking for any traps. Lucky and Leet walked up to the car and looked inside it. "What do you think?" Leet whispered. "They're around here somewhere," Lucky said. "Probably another Nikto hunting party coming after me. They must not know what happened with us." "Find a place to hide." "What?" "I'll set off the alarm and when they come over we can ambush them," Leet instructed. Lucky looked all over, trying to find a good place to hide. Unfortunately there were no good places to hide, so he found a not-so-good place behind a boulder on the downside of the mountain where he could see there were no Nikto. He waited there with his back against the boulder, waiting for the sound of the alarm. When it began to blare, Leet came running behind the boulder at his side. | |
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Jul 16, 07 at 3:05am ^
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A little more than a minute passed before three Nikto stumbled onto the scene on the opposite side of the boulder as the two clones. The Nikto shut off the alarm and looked at each other strangely. Lucky and Leet listened to the three Nikto talk amongst each other. "Probably just a rock fell on it or something," one Nikto 1 said. "You guys find anything."
"Uh-uh," grunted Nikto 2. "I found the cave," Nikto 3 replied. "Didn't have much in it. Just this spear." Lucky and Leet looked at one another when they heard mention of the spear. Leet began to think of a plan, and it didn't take him long to figure one out. He pointed to a pebble at his feet and made a motion as if he were throwing something over his shoulder. Lucky understood Leet and nodded in approval. Leet bent over and picked up the pebble then pressed his back against the boulder again. Leet then threw the pebble up and over the boulder and waited for the tiny click of it falling to be heard. The three Nikto heard the pebble falling and quickly turned. Lucky and Leet both jumped out on different sides of their cover and opened fire. The three Nikto fell to the ground dead, and the spear lay next to them. Leet stood up tall with his rifle at his waist while Lucky scurried over to grab the spear. "We got what we came for," Leet whispered. "We should get going now. There could be others." Lucky agreed and slung his rifle over his shoulder like a backpack with one strap. He held the spear in one hand and used the blunt end of it as a walking stick as the two descended down the mountain. When they reached the sandy ground, they picked up the pace into a light jog and made it back to the Ebon Hawk in half the time it took them to reach the mountain. Zone was sitting on the top of the ship polishing his KX-80, as if it even needed it. Lucky and Leet entered the ship. Lucky went to gather the others and Zone came walking up the entrance ramp. The six clones met in the center of the ship and Leet told Ram to fly the ship closer to the arena. Ram nodded and walked down the hall toward the cockpit. The ship flew for about three minutes and was put down on the ground again. Ram walked back into the center of the ship where the others still were. Leet began to lay out the plan for the attack. "Okay, getting in without drawing any attention is gonna be the hard part. Ram, you're gonna have to sit this out." "Why?" Ram complained. "We're gonna sit on top of the ship and you're gonna gently move us close to the walkway at the top of the building. We'll climb off and you land the ship next to the building and wait for us. That way we can make a quick escape." "Leet, there's something you should know," Nade spoke up. "We found some explosives in the cargo. If we're going in, don't you figure we may as well blow the hell out of the building while we're at it?" "Sure. I guess so," Leet agreed. "Okay, each of us will take one and while we move through the building we'll plant one at key locations. Other than that, I don't know what else to tell you except be quiet. Judging by the scan of the planet we did I'd say there's probably two companies of Nikto in there. We don't want that kind of trouble." The others all agreed, but Ram was the least happy about the plan. After all this he wasn't even gonna get to go in. But he still did as he was told and waited for the others to exit the ship and climb on top of it. He sat in the cockpit chair, listening to the stomps of the others on top. A hand reached down in front of the window and pounded on it three times. Ram started up the ship and as gently as he could, he lifted it off the ground and accelerated. | |
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Jul 17, 07 at 10:23pm ^
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Zone, Lucky, Leet, Zak and Nade sat on top of the slowly moving ship and looked off in the distance for the arena. Zone was getting restless, and in his mind the trigger of his rifle was begging him to be pulled. Lucky rubbed his head, he was still getting used to the change. He looked over at Zone and said, "So, Zone. Why'd you come?"
"Well Master Windu, not that it's mucha your business but I just wanted to kill something," Zone replied. "Fit hasn't sent me and my squad on an assignment in nearly a month." "Shut up," Leet said sternly. He pointed ahead, "We're there." The ship slowed down even more until its motion was barely even noticeable. When the very edge of the ship was about a foot away from the Nikto arena's outside wall, the Hawk floated up until it was level with the top of the building. Leet helped Zak onto his feet while Zone and Lucky hopped off of the ship and onto the narrow walkway that encircled the top of the entire arena. Nade was close behind them. Leet and Zak hopped off last and the ship floated away and landed on the ground. The five clones had to sneak along the catwalk while balancing. One bad step and they could fall over a hundred feet onto nothing but unforgiving sand. Zak's foot slipped off of the ledge but his arm was grabbed by Leet behind him. Lucky, who was at the front of the group, stopped and pointed to the center of the arena. In it was a broken piece of stone about a foot tall and very wide. "Before we knocked it over to kill a Krayt Dragon, they tied us up around that pillar and hit us with shock whips," Lucky commented grimly. He continued moving across the narrow walkway to the commentator's booth which was low enough to let them drop down into the stands, and continued to tell the story as he moved. "First they hit us on the backs. Then they flipped us around and hit our stomachs and chests. That was when I lost my eye. Then right after that they made us fight a Desert Wampa. I passed out from the pain and the shock, but the others managed to take it down. Two days later we had to fight a Krayt Dragon." All five of them had successfully made it to the announcer's booth without falling. Lucky dropped down on top of it first. The fall was about nine feet. From there, the fall to the stands was another seven. When all five of them were down on the stands, there was no more talking. All five of them went down each step with their rifles ready, held in position and ready to fire. They reached the bottom level, and Leet didn't know where to go. Zone seated himself down on the bench while Lucky whispered the directions to Leet. "I'm pretty sure the Niks sleep in an underground part of the building," Lucky whispered. He pointed at the tunnel in the corner of the arena. The tunnel he had walked down several times months ago. "Through the door at the end of that tunnel is a fork. One way goes upstairs to the prison. The other goes downstairs, I don't know where it leads but I'm pretty sure it's where the Nikto live." "If you say so," Leet sighed. Leet grabbed onto the rail around the stands and vaulted himself over it. He fell into the sand and the others did the same. They moved through the sandy pit until they got to the entrance of the pitch-black tunnel. All five of them stopped and peered at the darkness of the tunnel. None of them were in a hurry to walk through it. Lucky was the first to enter. He had walked through the tunnel plenty of times, he knew there was nothing inside it. Leet followed after him, then Zone, and Zak, and Nade. Step by step, the clones moved through the tunnel, occasionally bumping into one another. Lucky was the first to reach the wooden door at the end by walking right into it and smashing his nose. He rubbed it for a second and opened the door. The door creaked and moaned, raising the alertness of the clones to intense levels. They were all thinking the same thing: Somebody had to hear that. But when they walked through the door, there was nobody. All five of them filed into the room and gently shut the door. Inside the arena was nothing special. It was nothing but grey, stone walls with candles lined up along the walls for light. To their right was a spiral stairway that led up, likely to the prison as Lucky had said. And to their left was a set of stairs that spiraled to the left going down. With a simple hand gesture, Leet transferred leadership of the group to Lucky. Lucky pointed to the left and crept down the stairs followed by the others. With his body pressed against the wall and his rifle gripped in both hands and held against his chest, Lucky was constantly on the watch for a Nikto sentry. His spear was now taped around his right leg, broken and now only fifteen inches long with the point aimed at the floor. Nade was at the rear of the line, watching on his side for a Nikto to come from behind them. But when the five clones reached the bottom of the stairs, it was apparent to them that there was little, if any, activity in the building at the moment. That did not prevent them from being cautious however. The room that they entered when they reached the bottom of the stairs was very bare. It was nothing more than a small and empty cube of stone dimly lit by candles. On the opposite side of the stairs was a small door. Leet and Nade each got on the right side of the door and stood against the wall. Zone and Zak did the same on the adjacent side. Lucky grabbed onto the knob of the wooden door and very carefully opened it. He looked through the tiny crack between the door and the wall and saw a few beds. He opened it more and looked around the room. Down the middle of the room was an aisle and on either side of it were beds lined up and down the room. Lucky counted all of the beds; Six altogether, three on each side, and all of them held a sleeping Nikto. But one bed in particular caught Lucky's eye. | |
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Jul 19, 07 at 11:22pm ^
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Lucky slipped through the door and tip-toed his way to the center of the room. All six of the Nikto were out cold. Lucky figured it was due to several empty bottles of Jawa Juice sitting on a nightstand in the corner of the room. The bed next to the stand was occupied by a familiar Nikto. Lucky too notice of the Nikto's extra-pale, green skin and the monstrous scar stretching across his forehead, and his blood began to boil. He lifted his weapon and placed his finger on the trigger, but the weapon was forced back down to his waist by Leet, who had entered the room along with the others.
Leet shook his head from side to side and then lifted his own rifle. He pointed to the bayonet on the weapon. Lucky nodded, understanding. Leet then assigned each clone a Nikto to hover over, all five of them were ignoring Tray. Even as he stood over the unconscious body of another Nikto, Lucky kept his eyes on Tray. Leet held up one hand and on it, three fingers. He lowered one, then the other. All five of the clone troopers lifted their rifles in the air with the tips of their bayonets pointed down, ready to tear through anything that got in its way. With a swift motion, all of them brought the guns down right into the heads of their Nikto. It was fast, it was quiet, and it was messy, and it got the job done. Every Nikto in the room except for Tray had been disposed of. Tray continued to sleep, unaware of the danger that surrounded him. Leet pointed at Lucky, then at Tray, then at himself and the others and motioned toward the door that would lead them deeper into the building. Lucky held up his index finger, signalling for Leet to wait. He reached down into the pocket next to his knee and pulled out a small detpack. He held it up in one hand and pointed to the ground in the other, opening his eyes wide as if to ask a question. Leet gave him a thumbs-up and waved the others to follow him. Leet, Zone, Nade and Zak followed the same procedure they had used to enter the room and found that the next room was exactly the same. The four of them slithered through the door and shut it behind them. Now there was no one in the room except Lucky and Tray. Lucky enjoyed the peace and quiet, along with the knowledge that at that very moment the others were going from room to room exterminating the Nikto like bugs. Lucky sat down on one of the blood-soaked beds and stared at Tray, imagining all the things he would do to make his life as miserable as possible until he finally finished it. He had so many options, there weren't even any weapons in the room for Tray to use against him. He sat up off of the bed, the side of his shorts had been stained with the blood of the Nikto on the bed. He casually walked over to Tray, he was no longer afraid of waking him. In fact, he hoped he would. But when he reached the side of Tray's bed and the Nikto still did not wake, Lucky began to forcefully poke at Tray's chest. Tray swatted Lucky's hand away at first but did not open his eyes. Lucky went right back to poking, and this time Tray lifted his eyelids. His eyes filled with confusion and fright as they gazed upon the vengeful Lucky, and Lucky loved every moment he took to scare Tray. Tray looked around at all of the beds around him, all of them dripping with blood and tiny clumps of red solids flowing from the open holes in the Nikto heads. "Morning," Lucky smiled down at Tray and then in a lightning quick blow he smashed his palm against the throat of the Nikto. Tray raised both hands up to his throat and started making gargling noises, opening his mouth but no longer having the ability to speak. Tray fell out of his bed and got down on all fours, coughing and panting quietly. Lucky stood over him looking amused. He kicked Tray in the gut which forced the Nikto onto his back, when Lucky stomped down on top of him. "Sorry for the rude awakening. I just couldn't risk you calling for your little friends to come help," Lucky grinned. "You might remember me from about three months ago. I was one of the four clone troopers that the Republic sent to stop your little plot to drop that asteroid onto Coruscant." The entire time Lucky was speaking, Tray just lay on his side with his head on the ground, his eyes frozen helplessly on Lucky, who had retaken his seat on one of the beds. "Remember?" Lucky said. "You brought us here and made us fight. Then on the last day you made us run the gauntlet. You killed all three of the others in my squad and left me to starve on this planet, after taking my eye." Lucky lifted his eye patch, revealing to Tray the hollowed out pit where his eye once was. Tray's eyes opened wider, filling with realization. He was beginning to remember who this clone trooper was. Up until now he had not noticed due to Lucky's drastically different appearance. "You gave me this spear," Lucky reached down and ripped the spear off of his leg, taking the tape with it along with all of the hair it pulled. "The same spear you used to kill Shooter and Strat right in front of me. I'd bet my one eye you never would have expected this." Lucky hopped off of the bed and advanced on Tray with the spear in his hand. He lifted Tray to his feet and grabbed him by the collar in his left hand. In his right hand, he held the spear back and prepared to lunge it forward. But Tray's gargling noises gradually transformed into barely understandable words, so quiet that Lucky almost didn't even hear him. "If you kill me," Tray struggled to spit out. "You're just like me." Lucky's reaction was nothing like what Tray was expecting. A sadistic smirk formed on Lucky's face and he began to chuckle. "What? Am I supposed to have a sudden attack of conscience?" Lucky asked. "This is what I've been trained to do my entire life." -------- From now on, the official schedule will be one post every 2 days.  | |
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