"Pilots, keep circling around this mountain, if anything that isn't us leaves try to shoot it down " Fierce ordered swiftly.
"Yes sir." the pilots responded.
The ship swiftly came to a stop, hovering a couple centimetres above the ground the clones and jedi swiftly exited.
"Dooku was one of the best duelists in the jedi order, be extremely careful" obi-wan spoke
"Come on, we are wasting time." Anakin Spoke inpatiently.
"Calm yourself my padawen." Obi-wan continued trying to sooth his student.
"No, he will pay for the lives taken by him." Anakin retorted, rage dripping from each syllable.
"And being impatient will make you reckless and recklessness will get you killed. " Fierce interjected tiredly.
"But we do have to catch him, his crimes can't go unpunished" the clone continues as he walked towards the entrance his injuries only slowed him slightly
Anakin grumbled in response.
The group followed the clone.
"Fierce, what are you doing?" 5742 asked .
"Checking the door for trap" Fierce spoke simply
"Why would the doors have traps on them ?" 5742 asked, a hint slight confusing in his voice.
"Why wouldn't they have traps " the sergeant responded
Deeming the door to be safe the clone walked in .
"How will we do this ?" Anakin asked
"1 Jedi at the front, the other at the back ? " Suggested 5782
"Sounds decent enough." Obi-wan agreed .
"Who's Better at Defence ?" Fierce questions .
"Obi-wan is." Anakin answered, his pride slightly wounded by admitting that .
"Right obi-wan you're in the back" Peirce spoke decisively .
The jedi found that agreeable silently slipping behind the group of clones .
"Who made you the leader ?" Question 2197 a hint of envy in his voice
"I'm a sergeant" Fierce responded not slowing for a second to respond
"What about the Jedi ?" 2197 continued to question
"What, about them?" Fierce asked rhetorically
"Aren't they going to lead us ?" Asked his final question
"Are the Jedi a part of the military currently ?" Fierce responded calmly .
"Nope!" 5782 interjected, backing up Fierce.
"But they're stronger, they should be in charge." 2197 continued
"Strength, but no experience leading us, is that what you mean Fierce ?" Waves asked pensively.
"That makes a surprising amount of sense. " obi-wan agreed with the 3192's interpretation
"Exactly what I mean Waves!" The sergeant answered enthusiastically
"Skywalker, you'll be my corporal for this one, until we meet the infamous dooku." The sergeant spoke using air quotes on the word "corporal"
"Sir, yes sir" The younger jedi stopped for a moment to respond with a mock salute
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Soon the group of people reached an archway that led into the main hangar.
The count stood facing away from the door as a droid was loading his ship
"So you've finally arrived" the regal baritone voice of count of the planet serenno echoed off the walls .
Obi-wan returned to the front of the group "Dooku" the jedi greeted in return
"Dooku, you will pay for the lives lost today " Anakin spoke rage dripping from every word he spoke.
Fierce's eyes surveyed the room swiftly, another door sat in front of count dooku.
"Words and yet no action" Dooku spoke mockingly
That sent Skywalker into an almost blind rage, the snarl on his face was truly venomous. The light saber in his in his hand igniting in a Emerald flash
"Easy, Skywalker" 5782 spoke with a suprisingly calm tone in his voice .
"Let's do this, together." Obi-wan spoke to his students.
The count of Serrano snapped his fingers.
The door opened and a group of droids filed out
"It appears you're out numbered " the former jedi spoke.
"Hey pilots, can you hear me ?" Fierce ignored the count, in favour of the pilot.
*What are you planning, clone ?" Dooku asked with a hint of genuine amusement in his voice.
"Loud and clear, sergeant " one of the pilots answered
"if we don't respond in the next…" the clone spoke "let say 15 minutes, send the roof down on us" fiercely ordered, a hint of madness and cold determination lacing his voice.
"Sir, are you sure ?" One of the pilots asked .
"Yes." Fierce responded swiftly.
"Copy that " the clone answered hesitantly
The room fell into a brief, horrified silence at the clones plan
"You're willing too kill yourself and others , to stop me ?!" The dooku spoke
"How pragmatic." he chuckled mirthlessly after a moment of pause, as he ignited his lightsaber with a crimson flash.
"Yeah... Haha" The possibly insane clone chuckled "it isn't anything personal, not yet anyways, but we have to either capture or kill you." he Continued "but I'm doubting my capabilities Currently" the clone rambled.
"We can continue talking when you're either in cuffs or a corpse ." The clone laughed as he pulled his pistols and sent a volley of plasma bolts towards the count of Serrano.
The count was barely phased by the clone's attack swiftly sidestepping or deflecting the blaster bolt.
What he was phased by was the Jedi padawen trying to lob off his right arm at the Shoulder, the count swiftly blocked and spun out of the way, returning the favour by throwing a volley of lightning. which Obi-wan blocked .
The clones decided to let the jedi and former jedi sort each other out, in favour of attacking the droid.
Fierce launched himself behind a crate to get a brief reprieve from the constant crimson blaster bolts.
"I gotta think of a plan" Fierce calmly spoke
"Your last idea, was to bury us under a mountain "
"Yeah brilliant idea, I agree." The clone joked "Now cover me !" Fierce ordered
Fierce swiftly ran towards the ship of count dooku, he stopped for the moment he was out of the line of fire to catch his breath. "the hell am I doing" he remarked to himself, as he searched his pouches.
"Tsk" he let out dissatisfied. "No droid poppers and no plan, I might be a dead man" he chuckled grimly "well the plan is improvise I guess and try not to die" he continued to speak
His helmet fin tapped against the ship "the ship !" he exclaimed "But what should I do with it?" The clone wondered to himself, "rigging it to explode wouldn't work , I'm not 7523." he continued to ramble to himself.
"Wait a second" the clone spoke as he peaked his head around the hull , the loading ramp was down , the formation of an idea. "a plan, I got a plan" the clone spoke to himself, swiftly holstering one of his pistols,he pulled the knife from its sheath, what he was planning needed to go relatively unnoticed.
He snuck swiftly but silently up the ramp of the ship, he met a protocol droid that prompted had its neck wires severed.
The clone entered the cockpit . "How the fuck do you, use this thing?" The clone chuckled to himself "well no time to learn like the present !" He flicked a few switches which somehow managed to turn the ship on.
Swiftly hovering above the ground the clone flicked the yoke. The flying was unsteady but decent.
The clone stared out the windows, the count was hurling electricity at the 2 other Jedi, which they were handling adequately. The clones were managing to keep the droids distracted enough.
Flying into the droids, the clone had a mad grin, his body was in agony but he grinned , swiftly landing. The clone sat back, truly exhausted mentally and physically.
"Well..." The clone groaned out "the show must go on !" He sighed "even if it kills me " he added as if it was an afterthought.
He rose from the seat. "I have to ask the good, count dooku, if he could possibly introduce me to the maker of that seat." he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. Strolling to the exit.
Slowly walking down the ramp, the clone presence was the focus of the other clones
"What ?" He asked lazily
"You call that... a plan." Wave remarked
"I won't lie..." Fierce chuckled
"You didn't have a plan, did you ?" the still yet to be named 5782 asked genuine worry lacing his voice
"No, no. The plan was to improvise and not die." Fierce responded with a chuckle "Now spread out , if we're caught by the good counts static hands " the clone ordered
Before the clones could move the count sent a brief volley of lightning at the clones.
The clones collapsed to the floor, Anakin cried out in pain afterwards, after losing his hand to the counts lightsaber.
"Sergeant" the pilot "Sergeant , do you hear me ?" The pilot continued to question.
"Ughh." fierce groaned in pain .
" For the Last time Sergeant. Do you hear me ?" The pilot asked for the final time .
"I . . . I hear you" the clone replied "that son of a bitch,he uses his shockingly static hands" the clone joked.
A/N: sorry if this chapter sucks more than usual, I'm a tad bit sick, I wrote most of this while sick, revised it while sick , ect ect. I'll come back to it eventually!!
Anywho, if you enjoyed this chapter, I'm glad too hear that and if you didn't I hope you're reading taste gets better (/J)