"Prime, we're getting killed over here!" Lurk said through the comlink, shouting over the roar of DC17s and anti-armor rounds. A sonic charge went off somewhere in the immediate vicinity, spraying shrapnel everywhere. Lurk covered his head instinctively, even though his reinforced Katarn armor would have protected him from any damage.
"I know, Lurk, I know! This would just be a lot easier if Slicer could be here to help!" Prime answered. He was having a difficult time rewiring the security system. Gamma Squad's goal was to disable the security grid protecting the base, enter quietly, retrieve a datapad with vital intelligence stored in its memory, and make it out in one piece. So far, 'enter quietly' was out of the question. "Lurk?" Prime shouted through the comlink, "Where is Slicer? I could use his techno-expertise right about now!"
"Slicer's bogged down, sir. There's a load of Super Battle Droids surrounding him, but I can't get a shot in. Stealth seems to be missing in action. Looks like it's just you and me."
Prime resisted the urge to strangle the comlink. He checked a few more wires, unsure which ones to pull. He sighed, finally admitting to himself that the grid was too complicated for his limited abilities. "Lurk, Do you have any experience working with advanced security grids?"
"None, sir."
The alarms were beginning to give Prime a headache. He didn't have time to screen the frequency from his helmet, but he was sure that if the alarms weren't disabled soon, there would be some permanent damage done to his hearing. He pulled his head out of the console and scanned the battle, mentally noting where each of his squad mates were. Lurk had taken cover behind a pile of wreckage and was throwing ion charges at the incoming droids. Slicer was off to the left, surrounded by Super Battle Droids. He had managed to take down a few, but they just kept coming. Stealth was nowhere to be seen, as usual. Prime rolled his eyes as he opened up his comm channel. "Slicer, can you find cover somewhere?"
"I'm a bit busy, here, Prime, can you leave a message?" Slicer responded, using the retractable blade in his knuckle plate to take down another droid.
"Slicer, retreat. Find some cover and run."
"Sir?"
"Run, Slice! Don't stand there like a confused Gizka!"
Slicer ducked down and rolled between two droids. It took a moment for the move to register in the droids sensors, leaving just enough time for Slicer to join Lurk behind the wreckage. Prime pulled a thermal detonator from his belt, thumbed the switch, and lobbed the detonator over his squad mate's heads. Slicer and Lurk ducked, bracing for impact. The thermal detonator exploded, temporarily overloading the light sensors of Prime's helmet. But the job was done. The droids that had been pursuing Slicer were in pieces on the ground.
"Thanks, lead," Slicer said, saluting Prime.
"It's not time to celebrate yet, boys. You've still got a couple of them on your six." Prime ducked his head back under the console, tugging at a few more wires. A thought suddenly hit him, and he sat up, knocking his head on the edge of the device. He winced and clutched his head, though it didn't help through the armor. "Slicer, will you get over here and disable this grid? I'm having a hard time with it."
Slicer didn't hear Prime's request. He had readied a thermal detonator, watching the battle droids. As soon as the droids were in the clearing, Slicer poked his head above the wreckage and tossed the detonator toward the droids. The detonator hit a Super Battle Droid, bounced off the exterior casing, and landed directly in front of Lurk and Slicer.
"Oh, well, this is fun," Slicer said in an ironic tone.
The detonator exploded, taking out the droids, the security grid, and both Lurk and Slicer. Prime put his hand to his forehead and rolled his eyes. "What are we going to do with you, Slice?" Prime said to himself.
The lights came on and the simulation ended. Prime stood up and turned his attention to the viewport. Jango Fett sat behind the transparisteel, his chin rested in his hand, a bored look on his face. He raised an eyebrow. He spoke into a comm, his voice echoing through the training room. "You're dead, Squad. What are we going to do with dead troopers?"
"Pile 'em up and make a barricade?" Slicer suggested. Lurk elbowed him.
"That may be all you're good for," Jango said. He was clearly frustrated. He stood and gathered his various notes, preparing to leave.
Stealth suddenly appeared behind the squad, waving a datapad in the air. "I got the codes," he said. He turned and glanced around the training room, noticing that the training exercise had ended. "Did I miss something?"
Slicer raised his DC17 and shot Stealth in the chest. The bolt was absorbed into Stealth's armored chestplate. Stealth glanced down at his armor, then back up at Slicer. "I did miss something, then."
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Note from Rio: This thing started off as a short story and kinda escalated from there. This story is a work in progress, and just so you know, I have not yet finished an entire story. Just... keep bugging me about it, and I'll try to get more written. BTW, flamers and such will be deleted, I am not changing my story for anyone, especially people who speak 1337 or who can't use proper grammar, spelling, and capitalization. So, save yourself some time. If you don't like the story, leave, and find another one that you DO enjoy. Thank you
