Petranaki arena, Geonosis
I landed in a crouch and then swiftly rose to my feet, pain rippled throughout my beaten body.
"2823, 9245 and 6186 stay here and keep the wounded secure. 6186, who here is able to fight ?" I ordered and questioned .
"You, 5782 ,2231, 3192 and those 5 " he gestured towards a group of 5 unnamed clones
"5782 , congrats your new corporal. " I spoke swiftly
"you 5 what's y'alls name ?" I asked
"CL - 5742 "
"CL - 4168 "
"CL - 2036 "
"CL - 4251 "
"CL - 2197 "
"Right I'm 4741 , that's 5782 , he's 2231 and that's 3192." I introduced myself and the squad .
"Hey, 2231, what's our surroundings looking like ?" I asked
"Theres a couple droids." he responds after a moment.
"How many?" I questioned.
"Don't know, A LOT " He answered.
"Just brilliant !" My new corporal state as I slung my rifle into my hands
"Right you stay up there, you'll be our ranged support" I said
"C'mon, this is where the fun begins !!" I exclaimed as I exited the cover of the fallen LAAT .
I spotted 5 droids, one B2, four B1's not facing us, my rifle shot 5 times, 2 of them hit true destroying one damaging the other. The other droid turned in alarm .
The group of droids only had enough time to turn around before another volley of fire roared out of my blaster, bolts flew and some missed, the rest hit, destroying 2 more and damaging or completely missing the rest. My squad destroyed the final B1
The B2 raised its arms , the blasters built into it began to fire , I responded in kind.
A blaster bolt scorched my shoulder plate.
"Shit." I snarled in pain.
My blaster's fire stopped for only a fraction of a second, a second I couldn't afford.
I dove to the side and fired. It took 4 bolts to drop the thing .
"You took a hit, you alright?" Asked 5782.
"For now, let's keep moving." I responded .
A blaster bolt missed my head by a couple millimetres, I spun to the direction it was fired from and returned the favour .
The brief skirmish with the group of droids had lured another 2 groups.
" Hey Sergeant, not too that guy but I believe that might be a bit difficult." Chuckled 2231 over the Comms as he sent a B1's head flying off with a well placed shot .
"Wow, I would have never noticed. " I shot back sarcasm lacing my voice as I returned fire.
I led my squad on the defensive, the 9 droids stalked forward not stopping firing at us.
I grew tired of being on the defensive and pushed my men to the offense.
"5782, you and 2231 take out one B2, I'll deal with the other. " I ordered as I shot a volley of blaster bolts at the group of 3 B1's destroying 2 and damaging the other .
Blaster bolts flew, back and forth, I saw blaster bolts from 2231 blow out the leg joint of his target.
I let one of my squadmates finish the damaged B1 as I moved into a new target. I spun on my heel and was met with a pair of droids, A single B1 and the final B2.
I dropped my DC - 15 and let it hang on my shoulder in favour of the 2 pistols at my hips, I drew them with a quick flourish .
The DC - 17's both shot twice , the blaster bolt struck true hitting both droids, more luck than skill
It took another bolt to destroy the B2
I looked around too find another droid too destroy and found none my squad destroyed them all
I feel too knee, the adrenaline that had been dulling the pain wore off .
"C'mon, we got a job to do!" I exclaimed, more to myself but my men didn't need to know that.
"Sergeant, the rest of those droids are headed your way. " Spoke my sniper
"Ahh, just perfect." I responded through gritted teeth, as I rose back to my feet.
"You alright sergeant ?" asked my corporeal.
"I- I'm fine. " I responded swiftly, a bit too swiftly.
"We should head back to the LAAT. " Spoke 4168.
"No!"
"That'd put our injured in danger. " said 5782.
I ignored them to think for a moment getting an idea from what 4168 said.
"7523, is the ball turret operational?" I asked hastily via the comms.
"I don't know ?" He responded, his voice strained from injury.
"2823, help our dear engineer to check the status of the ball turret." I ordered.
"Yes sir!" Was the only response I got.
"Defensive formation Boys!" I ordered as I jogged over to a crater.
"How many droids are headed our way? " 2197 asked .
"A lot." I responded as I hopped into a crater .
"That's not reassuring at all. " I heard him say as I hopped to my feet.
"Sir, it is damaged but not irrepairable." 7523 spoke .
"How long will it take for you to fix it ?" I asked .
"Usually 2 minutes but -" he spoke before getting interrupted .
"Cut the unnecessary shit. " snapped my easily angered corporal .
"5 minutes minimum," he spoke.
The sounds of metal marching on rock grew closer .
"Hold out for 5 minutes minimum!" I exclaimed .
"The hell you mean, minimum" 2036 spoke
"The engineers injured " my corporal snapped
"Why the fuck do we need an engineer" 2036 continued too question .
"Shut up and get into a defensive position " 3192 interjected before the 2 could
I climbed up half of the craters slope, a crimson blaster bolt a few centimetres above me .
I rose my Rifle and began returning fire.
"4 minutes" the engineer spoke over the Comms.
My men swiftly joined me. We stood in a loose circle with blasters raised. bolts launching by.
I nailed a B1 in the head, said head going flying off too somewhere unseen before swiftly firing a volley at a B1.
A grunt of pain was the only acknowledgement I gave to a blaster bolt striking my chest piece but I didn't stop firing, more like I couldn't afford stopping .
The B2 that shot me received a nice gift of 5 blaster bolts in return .
"Segreant give me more 2 minutes" I heard 7523 update over the Comms .
I dropped the soon to be over heated rife in favour of one of my pistols and spoke over the Comms.
"2823 , when the engineer is finished let loose on these droids , they're a bit of a pain in the everywhere" spoke into the communicator not slowing in firing .
"Copy that , I'll let loose on em !" He responded.
"Everyone gets back to the centre of our "last stand" " I ordered and joked.
I stepped backwards as I pulled out my other pistol, my firing not slowing in the slightest.
" Hold tight for 1 more minute. " spoke the engineer.
I felt more pain, dread or tiredness all overwhelming but I couldn't succumb to it, because if I stopped I'd be dead no we would be dead.
My hand became a blur of motion, moving back and forth through all the pain, dread and exhaustion my resolve didn't waiver.
"30 seconds. "
Time felt like it slowed.
A cry of pain and the sound of someone toppling to the ground from my left made me glance to the side .
It was 4251.. He laid dead .
I noticed his rifle laid close to me .
I swiftly returned my focus onto the droids taking a swift step towards 4251's corpse.
I returned the pistol in my left hand in favour of picking up 4251's rifle.
"20 seconds. "
The rifle was braced at my hip, my pistol fire not slowing once.
Droids dropping one by one, seemingly 2 replaced each and every one.
"Hold out for 10 more seconds "
Our Nye doomed struggle became ever more desperate with the slight hope of actually living through this.
"DONE. " the engineer exclaimed .
It took only a few moments for our gunner to climb into the turret and begin firing.
Green plasma bolts tore through the ranks of droids shooting rock dust and metal fragments everywhere.
The exhaustion and pain became overwhelming forcing me to fall backwards.
A/N :
Apologies for the delay, burns suck, burns on the hands are the worst.
hope y'all have a joyous and whimsical day !!!