Ylisse Commandos
A/N: YO readers, here is the new story I promised and boy, was this chapter a dozy. Not only is it a big'un I had to watch many playthroughs of both of these game to make sure I got their characters correct. Though I am no means a die hard fan for either of these franchises, though I still love them, I will try my damnedest to try and keep everything and everyone as natural as possible. Also the next chapter will not be nearly this long. At least I hope so. So without any further delay,i bring you my latest creation, may it bring a smile to your face. Remember to leave a review, as those are cookies for the soul.
The Republic. A unity of thousands of systems in the galaxy all wanting peace between each other and trade routes to help each planet prosper. For thousands of years the Republic has stood as a beacon of hope and light. However, the peace could not last forever. Soon a new faction formed under the name of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, or CIS, a collection of over 1,500 systems. These systems wanted to exploit the good people of the Galaxy with their outrageous trade agreements and immoral practices of slave trade and drug sale. The boiling point however was the Invasion of Naboo. All out war was inevitable. However the CIS, with their massive wealth, created a near limitless supply of battle droids to do the fighting. Even the Jedi, an ancient order of powerful warriors and guardians of peace to the Galaxy, were struggling to stand up to the might of the CIS. Soon the Republic answered a very important question. How do you stop an army with limitless troops? Simple.
Make your own.
Thus the Clone initiative was born. To take the DNA of one of the Galaxy's greatest bounty hunters, Jango Fett, and create clones of him to fight the onslaught of droids. These soldiers were bred to be tough, honest, brave, smart, and ,most important, a good shot, the perfect soldier. However, some were more perfect than others.
This is where the Commandos of Delta squad come in. The elite soldiers, the cream of the crop, the best of the best.
Their leader, Delta 38, or Boss, is the backbone of the squad, a jack of all trades he is a very serious and dedicated clone who would sacrifice his life at any given moment if it means the safety of his brothers. He rarely talks, only giving short orders to his squad mates.
The second in command is Delta 40, or Fixer. He is a very by-the-books and no nonsense soldier. He hardly refers to his brothers by their nicknames, just by their numbers. The brain of the squad, he is a tech expert and can hack nearly any terminal and door in the way. Though he may not say it out loud, he rather enjoys the banter between his brothers and would do anything for them.
Delta 62, or Scorch, is the soul of the Deltas. He is the demolition expert and loves just about anything that goes boom. He is a very light hearted soldier who is always one to come up with one liners in the heat of battle or point out the very obvious in certain situations. He often wonders why he is the one with the sense of humor, but then decides to not think to much about it and just say it's because he's awesome.
Last but not least is the heart of Delta squad Delta 07, or Sev. He is a very serious soldier and fights in this war not only cause he has too, he also takes immense pleasure in it. The perfect shot, the just-barely-made-its, the near misses to his head that would've ended his life, all of it. He loves it. He also has a very dark sense of humor and will most likely creep out anyone who doesn't get it.
These clones got their First taste of action on the planet of Geonosis, then they got hooked. From then on they were sent in to do suicide missions that even Jedi would think twice about, but not these men. From assassinating CIS leaders and officers, to reclaiming an Acclimator class starship from Trandoshians and CIS all by themselves. They were near unstoppable. Then the war made its way to the Wookie home-world of Kashyyk. At first everything went as usual, defying all odds in the face of adversity. Then, everything went wrong. While trying to get to AA guns to shoot down an enemy starship Delta squad split up and finished the job. However Delta 07 was surrounded by enemy forces and pronounced MIA. The deltas immediately wanted to save their brother from the grip of their foe, however they themselves barely made it out and had new orders to follow. That moment was four months ago and Delta squad has been put on autopilot. Doing their jobs, but always remembering the loss of their brother, even 62 lost his humor and became bitter and angry towards the droids. More so than usual at least. However as the Deltas reach the planet of their next assignment, the spirit of the Deltas could not have been lower.
"Deltas, your new mission may be your most important one yet" Adviser says to our three heroes.
"What do you mean Adviser" Boss asks him.
"I mean, that you are to destroy a new prototype weapon the Separatists have built that we believe would turn the tide of the war in their favor" Adviser reports.
"So the usual then" Scorch remarks.
"Well it's what we do best" Fixer tells him.
"There's something else you should know Deltas" Adviser says.
"What is it" The leader asks.
"According to our sources, the Separatists have used the newly discovered world of Hoth as their main research base as the planet is stuck in a perpetual winter so the snow has added a perfect camouflage for the Droids to work in secret, as they don't give off any heat signatures for our scanners to detect" The eye in the sky reports.
"Am I to understand that we are going in blind, Adviser"
"Negative Delta-lead, That's what I wanted to talk to you about, the droids slipped up and we detected what looks to be organic life in this area" The hologram of Adviser then gets replaced with a hologram of the planet Hoth but there is a small red circle that appears in the southwestern hemisphere then that gets zoomed in and the Deltas can see that indeed, there is organic life giving heat signatures.
"Who are they? Separatist executives?" Fixer asks aloud.
"Negative, the heat outlines don't match any leaders in our databases, no we believe that they are POW's that are brought there...to be live targets" Adviser says disgusted.
"They're test dummies?! Then we have to save them" Scorch says immediately.
"That is indeed your secondary objective, to find all surviving prisoners and help them escape"
"Then what are we waiting for, let's move deltas" Delta-lead commands and they rush to the nearest LAAT gunship to take off to the surface.
"Good luck Deltas, may the force be with you" Adviser says and disconnects.
"We're approaching the surface, ETA five minutes" the pilot of the dropship informed the Commandos in the back.
"Keep her steady pilot, we don't want them to know we're here" Boss orders.
"Aye sir"
Satisfied, Boss went over some last minute checks on his equipment to make sure everything is working perfectly.
"Hey, guys, those are POWs right" Scorch asked hesitantly.
"That's what the intel says" Fixer replies.
"Then...then do you think Sev is there" at this both of the other Deltas stop what they're doing and look at Scorch.
"Say again" Boss replies.
"Well I keep wondering if Sev is down there about to get tested on by some soulless droids"
After a moment of silence Fixer speaks up,"Even if, and that's a giant if, he is down there, it doesn't change anything, our mission is still the same"
Scorch quickly looks over to Fixer, "what do you mean it changes nothing, it changes everything. We have to get our brother back."
"No, we have to destroy the weapon."
"And if that means leaving Sev behind."
"He would understand, all of them would. They would do the same to us"
"How could you say that?! He's our brother"
"Brother or not we're all expendable, we have that ingrained into our brains from the day we're born to the day we die"
"Well-"
"ENOUGH" Boss shouts and silences his arguing brothers, "both of you have said your piece, now let me share mine. Yes, we have to destroy the weapon, but we are not leaving a man behind. That's not how we do things. The minute we start doing that is the minute we become no better than the droids we're fighting. However, the fact of the matter is that we don't know that 07 is down there and arguing over hypotheticals is pointless. So, unless it's an emergency, I want silence for the remainder of the ride"
"Aye sir" Both of them say at the same time and look away from each other. Boss then sighs at the immature actions his soldiers are doing. Suddenly an alarm blares and red lights flash all over the inside. Boss puts a finger to his wrist to activate the short range radio.
"Pilot, what's wrong" Boss demands
"They had Anti Aircraft guns hidden in the snow. They're trying to hit us but I'm doing all I can to make sure we make it"
"Does this count as an emergency" Scorch asks sarcastically.
"Stow it, 62, pilot do you have visual on the base" Boss asks quickly.
"N-negative sir. W-wait, belay that Sir, I have visual"
"How can you tell"
"Because they just sent fighters to take us out, I repeat bogies incoming"
"Roger, Deltas get to the mounted guns, there's about to be a dog fight"
"I advise against that delta-lead. There's too many of them. I'll bring the ship lower so you can jump" the pilot says and the Deltas immediately feel the ship start to plunge toward the surface.
"What about you" Scorched asked concerned.
"Hopefully the snow will cover your fall, I'll distract them the best I can"
"That's suicide" Scorch yells back.
"It's my duty as a pilot of the Republic to make sure your team makes it to the surface" he replies evenly.
"But-" a hand on the shoulder by Fixer stops Scorch and the demo-man of the group hung his head in resignation.
Fixer then talked to his wrist, "you're doing a brave thing"
"As are you. Opening side doors, on my signal you need to jump"
"Roger that" Fixer said then the doors opened letting in the subzero temperatures immediately. Even with the environmental protection the armor of the Deltas give them, even they couldn't help but shiver at the cold. After a few seconds they could see the surface of the planet closing in.
"3...2...1...JUMP" the pilot commanded and the three commandos jumped without a hint of hesitation. The crunch of snow signified the success of the plan. 38 quickly got up and went to the coms.
"Pilot, we're clear, get out of here" however after he said that an enemy fighter blasted the left wing of the gunship.
"GAH, negative on that Sir, I've taken too much damage, but I said I'll distract them and that's just what I'll do" he shouted and the small guns on the front of the ship started unleashing green hell on the fighters taking two out within ten seconds. However, true to his word, there were simply too many and the last thing the pilot said was a proud "FOR THE REPUBLIC" before he kamakazied into an enemy fighter. Soon the fighters scanned the area to see if the LAAT dropped anything, but thanks to the clone's active camouflage, the droids didn't detect anything and flew back to base.
"Deactivate stealth" Boss commands and the three clones are now looking towards the wreckage of the lost ship, "Looks like we'll have to find another way off this rock, but for now let's get to that base." He then starts running in the direction of said base with 40 close behind. 62 stares at the flaming wreckage for a few seconds longer before giving a salute then sprinting to catch up with his brothers.
Outside the weapons testing facility, there stood 2 B1 battle droids with both of their weapons in their hands, albeit nonchalantly.
One turns to the other,"what was with the fighters" it asks.
"Maybe they found something" the other replies.
"Out here? Don't be ridiculous. There's nothing but ice and snow"
"Well then what were those explosions smart guy"
"That would be us" a new voice says suddenly and three clone troopers appear out of nowhere, and before the droids could even compute they had the retractable vibro-blades in their necks letting sparks fly everywhere. The clones then drop the scrapped droids and 38 points to the console besides the door.
"Get that door open 40" he orders and is met with an affirmative. After about half a minute the doors slide open and the three rush inside searching the room for any hostiles. The room looks like a decontamination room with a elevator in the back. All kinds of clone trooper armor can bee seen strewn about, every kind was here from shiny armor that looked brand new, to more battle scarred ones. Some with paint from units even the deltas respect, like the 212th engineering company, there is even two pieces of armor with the color scheme of the 501st battalion.
"Room clear sir" Fixer reports and the deltas lower their rifles.
"Look at all the armor, there has to be dozens of them at-" he stopped short when he spotted a helmet. A very familiar helmet. A helmet that has a paint job of blood red paint smeared across like a hand, "S-sir...that c-can't be what I-I think it is. Can't it" Scorch barely asks as he is at a loss for words. Boss slowly walks up to the helmet and inspects it closely. He then looks around the room and spots the body armor that has a similar paint scheme. There's only one true way to make sure, he goes to the armor and looks in the back inside and there it was, the blue paint of RC-1207. Sev's number. Boss calmly gets up and turns to his brothers.
"It is"
"Holy shit" said a very surprised Fixer.
"Yeah shit, I mean I was RIGHT. Hahaha," Scorch says joyfully and starts to laugh, only to stop immediately once he realized something, "oh shit, I was right" he says lowly.
"Well deltas, this just got a lot more personal," Boss quips then he points to the armor, "Scorch, gather up his things," he then points to the terminal next to the elevator," Fixer, hack that terminal to see if that lift leads to a brig of some sort" Fixer responded with an affirmative while 62 hesitated.
"Wait, I'm lugging around Sev's stuff" he asks.
"'Might as well have an armored Commando than a armored shiny" Boss replies.
"Well...yeah, I guess" Scorch agrees and puts Sev's helmet in the body armor then holds it behind his back, making him down one arm, but he just pulled out his blaster pistol and checked to see if it's in working order. Nodding his head he put it back in his holster and they both went to get an update from 40.
"Progress 40" Boss asks him.
"Well, I found out where the detention level is, I'm just making sure nobody can stop the elevator while we're in it...and...done" He said then placed an small E.M.P device on it.
"That'll make sure no droids know where we're going" He said and called the elevator.
"Good work delta" Boss said and pat him on the back. The elevator arrived and the deltas went into it and they say that there was at least 20 floors to the whole facility, and Fixer pressed the one that would lead to the detention level.
After about 30 seconds the elevator doors open and the first thing they see is a squad of very surprised B1 battle droids. The commandos took care of half of them before the droids could even fire a shot, but even when they did they missed or the deflector shields of the deltas made any hit harmless.
After that squad was done they saw a command center of some sort being operated by more B1s and they saw three super battle droids down the hall. After a few headshots by Boss to the B1s the clones quickly took cover behind the command center as the super battle droids rained fire from down the hall as they moved forward to deal with the intruders. The clones couldn't get a clear shot as the constant barrage of heavy lasers barely went over their heads. After emptying his clip blind firing, Boss looked around the room to see if there's a better place to take cover and give them more sight of the enemy. There's an indent in the wall to the right that holds some terminals that one clone could use as a grenadier placement. Then this counter could be good as a sniping position when the droids are disoriented by the blasts.
"Scorch, drop the gear and get to that cover to the right and ready some grenades, we'll cover you"
"Aye sir, going through laser storm" he remarked and as soon as Boss load a new clip into his rifle Scorch got up and sprinted to the right, and the SBDs would have shot at him if not for the two other clones that also got out of cover to lay down suppressing fire that made the SBDs slow down and aim at them, though the shots didn't hit close to home. Scorch quickly hopped the center and got behind the wall and quickly arms some thermal detonators in both his hands.
"Fixer, sniper mode, now" Boss ordered as he quickly added his own sniper attachments to his gun. After five seconds both commandos were in hunter mode, "rain hell Scorch" 38 yelled over the gunfire.
Scorch primed the two grenades in his hands and laughed quietly, "this is my favorite part" he said then chucked the grenades down the hallway until they rolled in the middle of the three droids. A large explosion soon rocked the floor as the grenades did their job.
"Now" Boss yelled and he and Fixer quickly got out of cover to see that one of the droids is scattered all over the hallway, one was crawling on its hands and the last was still standing but it's circuitry was out for the world to see and it was sparking everywhere.
Two shots, both to the red eyes of the droids, put them down for good. The deltas stayed where they were to see if any reinforcements would come from anywhere. After a few tense moments they lowered their weapons and got fully out of cover.
Boss turned to the hacker, "Fixer, get the cell doors open"
"All of them" Fixer asked.
"Well, if they're here, they aren't friends to the clankers" Scorch reasons. Fixer shrugged then went over to the main terminal of the command center and after a few moments all the doors down the hallway opened up all at once. Soon the hallway was filled with voices asking "what's happening", "what's going on", "is it over", and "did they send someone to rescue us". It would be a strange sight to anyone else, having the same face fill the hallway with only hair and scars to differentiate. They all looked like they've been put through hell, some were even being supported by his brothers. They looked to the command center and were extremely surprised to see that it was only three clone troopers that were their saviors.
"Well I'll be a Gungan's uncle" one voice came clearly out of the mass of clones and the Deltas' breath hitched as they immediately recognized the voice. Soon the owner of the voice came to the forefront and if the deltas had their helmets off the prisoner clones would have seen tears stream down their saviors' eyes, for the owner of the voice belonged to a clone with the same tan skin, square jaw, and brown eyes as his brethren, however he had a shaved head that was bald on the sides,but sported a short Mohawk. However, the most eye catching thing about him was the scar over his left eye that went from his forehead down to the bottom of his jaw. One he got when the deltas got ambushed by a few commando droids armed with vibro-blades. They got him good, but he got them great. The clone then saluted the commandos "RC-1207 reporting for duty"
38 slowly raises his arm into his own brisk salute, "RC-1138 accepts you RC-1207," he then lowers his arm, "it's...good to see you again Sev"
"It's good to be seen, and Scorch I swear, if you hug me I'll make sure nobody will say 'good to see you' and mean it with what I'll do to your face"
"Ooh you know me so well ya big grump" Scorch says happily.
"And Fixer, still putting hands on computers rather than women" He asks sarcastically to the egghead.
"I see the droids haven't sewn your mouth shut, shame" he retorts.
"We brought you a present" Scorch says and lifts the commando's armor then tosses the contents to the hunter's feet. The clone's face lights up like a new building on Coruscant. Then he bends over and starts putting on the armor. As he does another clone steps up and salutes, "DX-52130, 501st battalion, they just call me Lucky, ironic considering where I am"
38 salutes him back, "Nice to meet you Lucky , apologies for the theatrics"
"Completely understandable sir. However, I would like to ask a few questions"
"Go ahead soldier"
"Okay, well for starters, who are you"
"I'll skip the numbers and get to names. Scorch, Fixer, Sev, and Boss" he says as he points to each respective clone, "we're the commandos of delta squad"
"Delta squad?! The deltasquad?! What are you doing here" he asks surprised that such a legendary team is here, and that one of its members was with them all this time.
"We're here to destroy an experimental weapon the separatists have developed that could be very bad news for the republic" Boss explains, no need to be secretive about their orders, at the mention of this all of the clones' faces, even Sev's, darken and they look at the ground, "what's wrong"
"We know of this weapon, we know it very well. We've seen many of our brothers leave and never come back. Though I'm afraid none of us have seen it" Lucky explains.
Boss nods and turns to his hacker, "Go to the terminal and see if you can find out what and where the weapon is, everyone else, if you're able, pick up the blasters from the droids and head up to the top floor, there you'll find your armor, leave any wounded here. After you're equipped, rendezvous here then we'll plan our next move"
"Aye aye, sir" All the non deltas shouted then went over to scavenge the guns, which Lucky tossed one over to Sev, whom Caught it without looking. Then, after a few trips, all the normals were gone which left the commandos. Though nothing was said between them, all of them felt like they were whole once again.
"Update 40" 38 asks.
"Well, 38, I haven't found out exactly where it is but I know what it is. It's some sort of...of singularity gun."
"Singularity" The rest asked.
"Yes, apparently it runs on dark matter"
"Dark matter?! How the hell did the seps get their hands on that" the resident explosives expert says.
"Lots of money will get you lots of things" Sev said.
"Indeed, enough to get this dark matter, put it in a machine made out of Mandalorian metal, put enough voltage in it to light up half of Coruscant and focus the following discharge through SIX lightsaber crystals into a beam that fires a singularly that lasts for two minutes before it collapses in on itself. I'd be impressed if these bastards didn't use our brothers in tests to see the killing potential of it"
"Wait, are you saying that the soldiers who were dragged out were then...torn about by an artificial black hole" Sev growled.
"That's what I'm saying" Fixer said evenly.
"Bastards" Scorch growled lowly.
"And it says that this weapon was commissioned and designed by...damn, General Grievous. Who is currently...here" he finished gravely. A moment of silence filled the room after they heard that.
Then Boss sighed, "Well, that explains why there hasn't been any sight of him in the last few months." Then suddenly armed and armored clones came running out of the elevator then one clone that wore armor that has its shoulders painted blue and a blue star was seen on the left of the helmet.
"All units armed and dangerous, sir" Said the clone with a salute.
"Well Lucky, soldiers, you're freedom just got a lot more expensive"
"W-what" He asks. Then Scorch fills them in on what they just discovered, needless to say everybody was less than thrilled with the aspect of fighting the leader of the droid army, "Well...shit sir"
"Well put" Scorch laughed, a gesture everybody else couldn't do. Then Boss walked to the middle of all his brethren and took a look around. Put his hands on his hips and started talking from the heart.
"Yes, this task is difficult. We're behind enemy lines, out manned by a 10-1 ratio, out gunned by even more, and this is it. No reinforcements, no vehicles, no way out, and no Jedi. Yes, this will be difficult, some may even say impossible, but this, this is what we clones were made for. To do what no normal soldiers can do, to fight the battles no one else should, to do the impossible. Now, I for one am going to find this weapon and destroy it before it can be used on any innocent lives. Now, who's with me"
"I AM SIR" they all shouted to the heavens.
"BWAHAHAHA!" A voice suddenly surrounded the freedom fighters with a booming laugh...followed by a hacking cough.
"Grievous" Boss growled. Suddenly, over the command center, a red hologram of the droid general appears and he leers at the contingent of clones.
"It seems my reputation precedes me. But of course you would know of me. I am, after all, the reason so many of your weak brothers have perished"
"You bastard" Lucky yelled.
"Silence, soldier" Boss barked.
"Hahaha *cough* *cough* weak words from a weak species. Not even species, lab experiment that come from test tubes. Haha, and here I was, actually concerned that maybe my plans might be foiled. Imagine my relief when I find that it is nothing but grunt clones, trying to start a riot" he says then looks towards Boss, he stares at him for few moments before continuing, "You're armor. I recall seeing armor like that on Kashyyk"
"Glad to know I garner recollection" Boss says sarcastically.
"Hardly, I remember you only because I remember the feeling of generosity I had when I didn't smear my ship with your blood"
"Hindsight is 20/20"
"Haha" he said sarcastically, "I will kill you last"
"You'll die trying" Sev said.
"Insects shouldn't speak, and I have wasted enough time talking to this swarm! I will see your corpses later" Grievous said cockily.
"You first" Boss replies then the hologram disappeared, then Boss turned to Fixer, "I expect you tracked his call" to which Fixer nodded.
"Of course" He said proudly.
"Is he with the weapon" 38 asked.
"Of course" Fixer said a little less proudly.
Boss sighed, "Right...where's the hanger those bogies came from" he asks to which the hacker looked back at the terminal.
"Floor...15, why"
"We need a way off this rock once we blow up the weapon" Boss explained.
"I can lead a team to secure transport, sir" Lucky said as he stepped forward.
"I'm counting on you"
"I won't let you down"
"I'll hold you to that. Alright men, I want most of you to go with Lucky, those that come with us, saddle up for a hell of a ride"
"Aye sir" they all exclaimed.
"Come on then lads, do you want to live forever" Lucky asks rhetorically then most of the grunts leave via elevator, leaving only four regulars. One had yellow stripes on his shoulders, signifying that he used to be apart of general Kenobi's personal battalion. One had all black and yellow, Signifying General Plo Kun's regiment. Another were two of the same kind, ARC troopers both had green camouflage, however one of them has crosshairs on the side of his helmet, as if daring any droid to take a shot at him.
"Alright men, I need a roll call" Boss orders.
The yellow one steps up and salutes, "Sir, Double Tap, reporting for duty"
The black and yellow, "Sir, Onyx, reporting for duty"
The camouflaged one stepped up, "Scratch, reporting for duty"
The crosshair one, "Bullseye, reporting for duty"
Boss salutes back at all of them, "nice to meet you troopers. Let's get to work" then readies his weapon and heads to call the elevator.
"So, we're going to destroy a secret super weapon that's most likely guarded by General Grievous himself"
Scorch nods, "Yup"
Onyx shakes his head, "We're screwed aren't we"
Sev then chuckles darkly, "Wouldn't have it any other way"
The elevator then opens, Boss then turns to the others, "No matter what happens, that weapon must be neutralized. Even if it mean letting Grievous go"
"Aye, sir" they all chorus.
"Good, let's move" he ordered.
They all fall into the elevator, press the right button that makes the elevator go down. They wait for the door to open on the right- suddenly the elevator holts to a complete stop, causing the troopers inside to stumble about-floor.
"Did you really think I would let you reach the weapon that easily" Grievous' voice says over the elevator intercom.
Boss presses the reply weapon, "Honestly I thought you were too stupid to find the emergency brakes"
"And here I thought clones were too inept to find the reply button"
"We aim to please" Scorch says from the back.
"Then please...DIE" Grievous yells.
Suddenly they heard thumps from the ceiling, Six in total. The clones immediately get their rifles and wait for confirmation that there are-
Red lasers rip through the ceiling, surprisingly missing most of the clones, or glancing off the reflector shields of the deltas- Hostiles!
The clones return fire and hope that they hit something.
Fixer, seeing that this is a stalemate and the elevator couldn't take much more damage, fired in a circle that cause a chunk of the ceiling to fall, making the droids on top easier to see, and unfortunately vice versa. The skirmish would be won by the soldiers with the faster reflexes. And a Commando's reflexes are hard to beat.
A burst of laser and the first droid goes down. Another one, and another one goes down, until there is nothing but scrap metal on the roof.
The clones keep their weapons raised, in case more comes down. After a few seconds they lower their weapons and Scorch goes up to the floor buttons and pushes one. Not surprisingly the elevator doesn't even budge.
He shrugs, "Worth a shot" he says to the others.
Onyx looks around, "What now sir"
Boss looks at the hole Fixer made during the skirmish and to the floor, an idea forming in his head, "Now" he says as he gets his rifle aimed to the floor, "we improvise" he said and unloaded his clip into the floor, making a semi-perfect circle in the floor, causing the circle to give out and plummet into the dark abyss.
"Oh, I get it. We're gonna rappel down, right" Double Tap says and gets his rappel ready.
Boss nods, "That's the idea" he said as he got his own ready. Soon the whole team had their rappels ready and they were making their way down shortly after. It was difficult to see with the low light, but thanks to the Deltas' night vision helmets, they easily lead the way.
After about 3 minutes Fixer raised a fist as a symbol for the rest to stop. He then pointed to the door in front of him.
"This floor" he said and started to swing his rope toward it, he landed on the small lip of the door and got a small fission cutter from his belt. He then cut a small hole in the door, just big enough to see through he door, and pushed it in. He looked through and immediately swung to the side as lasers tore through the door, "HOSTILES" he yells to the others.
The clones swing to the side or start climbing back up. However, Onyx was not so lucky as a stray bolt struck his wire and he plummeted to the dark abyss with a startled yell.
"Noooo" Scorch yelled and reached out to his falling silhouette in a futile attempt to stop his decent.
Scratch saw this and growled, "Bastards" he screamed and unloaded into the elevator door, then swung toward he door, blasting away into the unseen enemy. He then used the momentum of the swing to kick the weakened elevator door down, exposing the droids on the other side, which turned out to be about 20 commando droids, though this does not deter the irate clone as he unloads his gun into the group of hostiles, causing many casualties as he wipes out half of them, with the help of the clones on the outside they soon cleared the way for the others to join Scratch on the floor. They kept on high alert as they walked further in. They came to a large door about ten feet tall by five feet wide. Boss motioned for Fixer to go to the terminal next to the door, which he complied. However, as soon as Fixer's fingers touched the keyboard the door slowly opened and revealed what was hiding behind it, which was a gigantic room about with only white walls that shine with pale light.
"Hey, new record Fixer" Scorch joked.
Fixer shook his head and got his gun out, "That wasn't me".
Soon they were in the middle of the room looking around and spotting nothing. No Droids, no Grievous, and no weapon.
"I'm seeing a whole lot of nothing" Bullseye says. Suddenly some of the walls near the top open up and a balcony protrudes, revealing Grievous and four magnaguards, two on each side.
Grievous looked down at the clones below him and chuckled to himself then he starts a slow clap.
"Well done, well done indeed. Unfortunately, this place shall become your GRAVE! Surround them" he orders to the guard on his right. Said guard then pushes a few buttons and the ceiling opened up and three pods fell near the clones, making a triangle around them. Soon the sides opened and B1 battle droids started pouring out like a river of metal. The clones had to start diving all around to avoid getting hit.
"There's no cover" Double tap shouts as he fires back. Boss immediately noticed this and, after emptying his clip into the droids, he turns to Scorch.
"Makes some cover" he orders.
Scorch laughs, "Oh, is that all" he says as he gets one of his thermal detonators into his hand, "You got it" he says before he chucks it into one of the pods on one side of one of the pods. Not a second later an explosion rocks the room and the clones sprint to the newly cleared space. Soon the clones were ducking behind the pods and they were blindly firing into the group of the Battle droids. Boss then primed a Detonator and then threw it into an opening in one of the pods, blowing it to smithereens. Two down, one to go.
"Fixer, fire up a detonator charge" Boss orders over the firing lasers.
"Aye, Sir" Fixer says and reaches into a holster on his leg, pulls out a small charge, presses a button and the charge grows twice as large, "Charge is ready"
Boss nods, "I need a runner" He yells.
"I'll go sir" Double Tap says as he takes the Charge away from Fixer and sprints through the barrage of lasers to the last remaining pod, the rest of the clones providing suppressive fire. Double Tap made it and within seconds stuck the charge onto the side and took the small remote detonator from the side of it. However, as soon as he turned to rejoin the others a blaster bolt from above struck him in the heart.
"TAP" Sev yells and looks toward the origin of the laser and there, holding a smoking pistol, was a cackling Grievous.
"You son of a Bantha shit" Scorch yells at the general. However, Double tap looked toward his hand and smiled as blood spilled from his wound.
"Eat shit, clankers" He says softly as he pushed the button causing a greater explosion than the others, clearing the room of B1 droids. The other clones remain safe behind the cover. Once the explosion ended the Clones came out of cover and looked around to see if there are any stragglers.
"Clear" the clones chorus. However soon the sound of four pairs of feet hitting the ground catch all of their attention. The clones turn to see the four Magnaguards with their staffs on and ready to kill. The Guards then run at the clones.
"Scatter" Boss orders and the clones run in different directions the Guards following suit.
Boss stops and turns around to face his opponent. Magnaguards are tough sons of bitches. One could easily dispatch a squad of regular clones with its electrostaff. However, Boss is hardly an ordinary clone. He holsters his rifle onto his lower back and draws his pistol and holds it into the right hand and pulls his retractable knife from his wrist and holds it in left.
The Magnaguard tilts it's head in confusion, wondering why this meat bag has forgone its strongest weapon. No matter, it shall die more easily.
The droid then ran toward him and swung his staff sideways, but Boss ducked underneath the swing and rolled behind him and shot at its back. However the armor withstood the attack and the droid swung behind him, but Boss dodged again and plunged his knife into the knee of the droid. Oil spilled to the floor and the Guard fell to one knee. Surprised at the skill of this meat bag the droid swung his staff in a full circle around itself hoping to hit something, anything. Boss smirked at the wild move the droid made and ducked. He then rolled and fired his gun into the joints of its shoulders, leaving it defenseless with its limp arms.
Boss stands up and put the barrel of the gun right in front of its face.
"Better luck next time" he said and fired. The oil and wires flinging from the hole in its head.
Sev had a little more fun with his kill, firing at non vital points and savoring the feeling of being able to do this once again. Once the droid was whining on the floor, useless, then sev unloaded into the skull of the enemy. Sev looks at the smoking barrel of his gun, "Maybe I went just a little overboard" he whispered then looked at the corpse of the droid, "Nah".
Scorch and Fixer took on one together, and to say it was a victory would be an understatement. Fixer, a lover of using close rang weapons, shredded the Droids arms with his vibroknife, leaving it wide open for Scorch to unleash laser hell on it and soon the thing was hole riddled scrap.
However, not all the groups were successful. At first the ARC troops held their ground against their enemy, firing their rifles at opportune moments. But the droid deflected all shots that would have been fatal and only took grazing shots. Suddenly it charged forward, dodging all blaster shots, and stabbed bullseye in the sternum causing indescribable pain as said trooper yelled in pain.
"Damn it" Scratch screamed as he unloaded his pistol into the back of the guard, causing it to wail as its systems were forcefully, and painfully, shutdown. Scratch looked to his fallen comrade and sighed as memories of fighting on the front line together appear in his head, "Rest well, brother" he says solemnly and he joins the Deltas. Of course they are alright, they're the Deltas. They are the best of the best, clones like us could never compare to them. He sighed and looked at Grievous and received a little pleasure in seeing the enemy General looking pissed.
Boss look at the balcony that Grievous is standing, "Is that all you have you bucket of bolts" he yelled at him, frustrated at the loss of life under his command.
Grievous growls, "Insolent whelps. You dare speak to your betters in such a way? Fine, you wanted the weapon, "He says then chuckles softly, "As they say, be careful what you wish for" he says and pushed a button on the terminal to his right.
Suddenly, a large trapdoor slowly opened to the clones' right. There it was, the singularity weapon that was the reason for the mission. It looked almost like a turret gun, except more expensive. It had a shining exterior and giant power cables attached to it. The lightsaber crystals that focus the discharge are all in a tight circle. Then, loud screeching noises could be heard, and before anyone could react the weapon fired a small pitch black orb. No one, not even a Jedi, could have had enough time to move a finger, let alone dodge. The orb hit Scratch and the effects immediately took place. Scratch didn't even have time to let out a cry if pain before he was folded nearly in half by the rapidly growing singularity in his chest, not a minute passed by and already what was once the ARC trooper Scratch was no more.
"Move" Fixer yelled and the rest complied. However, it was difficult for them to move because of the distorted gravity, but they managed by mustering a lot of strength.
"Send repels into the ground, make a lifeline" Boss says to the others as he presses a button on his belt, causing a line to strike the ground and dig deep into the ground, as the others do the same. Soon scrap from the battles before is flying into the black hole, making the Deltas have to dodge the especially sharp ones. Boss gets his rifle and changes it to anti-armor mode, albeit with a significant amount of effort.
"Get loud, Troopers" he says as he fires a grenade at the weapon, taking into account the gravity distortion. The round impacted the side of the weapon, but it only left scorch marks. The other soldiers switch to explosive ammo as well, and they fire upon the weapon, though they don't have much better luck.
Grievous cackles as he watches the flies try to destroy his weapon, "Fools! Mere explosions will do nothing but ruin the shine"
Boss growled as he was seeing that the rounds were doing no damage, but suddenly his com came to life, "38 this is Lucky, we have secured a transport vehicle for extraction and await your return"
Boss presses the button to respond, "Negative, Soldier. I want you to leave, NOW" he shouts to the com.
"What?! But sir, what about you" Lucky questions.
"Don't worry about us, we'll find our own way out" he says calmly. There is silence for a few seconds before Lucky calls back.
"Aye, Aye sir. Godspeed" Lucky says solemnly.
"Stay safe, and stay alive" Boss replies and brings his attention to the action. The other Deltas were trying their best to destroy the weapon while dodging shrapnel from the previous skirmish. Scorch, seeing that this is doing nothing, started marching towards it. Every step took a great toll on his body as he had to pass the singularity to get to the gun. He reached it and got his explosives belt, which held all of Scorch's bombs, and strapped it to the the stem of the machine.
Grievous sees this and gets his sidearm ready to fire, however blue blaster bolts cause him to take cover.
"Don't even think about it you son of a bitch" Sev yells as he reloads his weapon, the discarded clip flying into the black hole. Scorch takes a small charge from his pouch on his leg and attaches it to the belt. However, a piece of sharp scrap flies around the dark sphere and cuts Scorch's lifeline, causing 62 to yell out as he was sucked into the black hole. Or he would have been, if not for the green and white armored clone that caught the falling clone's hand. This caused great stress in Fixer's shoulder as he could barley hold Scorch's hand.
62 looks at his struggling brother and to his own lifeline, seeing that the cord is almost broken, "Let go" He shouts. Fixer looks at the clone as if he is insane.
"No! No way! I am NOT doing that" he yells back as he struggles even more to get Scorch next to him, if he could do that then he'd be safe.
"We both know you weren't the strongest of us. Your shoulder is going to give out soon" he then struggles with his other hand, but he manages to hold the detonator in front of Fixers face, "Take it, complete the mission. Nothing else matters" he tells him softly. Fixer hesitates too long for Scorch's taste so 62 slams the detonator into Fixer's chest, causing 40 to grab it out of reflex, "Bye bros. live long and prosper" he shouts as he lets go of Fixers hand falling straight into the darkness of of artificial space.
"SCORCH" all the deltas cry out as their soul disappeared into the abyss. Fixer looks at the hand that moments earlier held his brother. He yells out in anger and does what Scorch wanted to do and what he lived for. To blow shit up. He presses the button and the explosion that rocks the room would have made even 62 cover his ears and flinch. The others look to the weapon and see that it is no more than a shiny pile of scrap with a purple substance falling out. They did it. They destroyed the weapon.
Mission accomplished.
"GRAAAAAAHHHH! Blasted insignificant INSECTS" a certain pissed off General screamed. Well, kinda. Grievous then leaps down and, with his magnetic feet, runs towards the Insect that dared destroy his creation. Fixer sees the irate droid general making his way towards him, growling he fires at him, but Grievous quickly gets his lightsaber sand deflects the shots into the still growing singularity. Grievous then gets in front of 40 and tries to stab him, but Fixer spins out of the way. Grievous tries again to slash at him but Fixer dodges once more. Grievous growls, then he notices the lifeline of the commando. Before Fixer could react, the droid leader cut the line and kicked the free clone into the the Singularity. The mind of the Deltas is now lost.
"FIXER" Sev and Boss yells. Sev yells out in rage and unloads at Grievous, most of the shots are deflected by him, but some graze his shoulders. Though, even with the lightening quick reflexes of the droid leader, a single bolt hit grievous directly in the abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain. The cry of pain turns to a cry of anger as Grievous charges towards Sev with unbridled fury in his eyes. Sev didn't even back down and got his vibroknife ready to fight. However, knowing that Sev, even at his best, would not stand a chance at defeating Boss made the hardest decision of his life. Before Grievous was within striking distance of his brother, Boss fired a single blaster shot from his pistol at 07's lifeline and cut it. Causing the hunter to fall into the abyss of black, making the heart of the Deltas disappear. Grievous see this and looks at the sole remains clone in the entire facility. With the raging Singularity still holding strong to their sides, the two leaders look at each other for seemingly the first time.
"You would condemn your brother to certain death" Grievous asks curiously.
Boss readies his rifle, still in grenade mode, and aims it at Grievous.
"Fighting against you is certain death, a black hole is a different story" Boss replies.
Grievous growls, "To think, the man that freed my test subjects, killed my men, DESTROYED my creation, would be such a lowly, expendable, good for nothing creature that is a clone"
Boss slightly chuckles at this, "Well this clone still has some tricks up his sleeve" he says to him and fires at Grievous, making the general think that he had to deflect a grenade. However, Boss knew that firing directly at him would be pointless, so he did the next best thing. He fired at the ground beneath his feet. Grievous, not expecting this, had no time to react as the ground suddenly have out beneath him, even with his magnetic feet. The General knew that there was no way out of this so he took his lightsaber and threw it at the clone before he himself disappeared. The lightsaber flew through the air and nearly cut Boss's arm off as he nimbly dodged the laser sword, but even he couldn't keep his lifeline secure as the sword cut through the cord, making Boss lose footing as the immense gravitational pull makes his body seem ten times as heavy. Boss's quick reflexes makes him able to hold onto the remaining chord as his body levitates and the pull somehow becomes stronger. Boss looks in front of him and sees the lightsaber stuck into the ground next to the bolt that holds the chord. He wouldn't mind taking a souvenir to the afterlife. He climbs slowly up the chord and reaches out to the weapon. Just...a bit...more. As soon as he grabs the hilt of the weapon the bolt comes loose and soon free from the ground. Boss doesn't make a sound as he is flung into the darkness of the singularity. Thus, the body of the Deltas is no more. The Deltas are no more.
Above the planet of Hoth there sits a large transport vessel circling the globe. Inside there stands a clone in blue striped armor with a blue start on the left of his helmet.
A white armored clone comes up behind him, "You've been staring at that planet for a while now. They're not coming" He says sadly.
Lucky turns to the clone, "I know that. I know a dying man's last words when I hear them. But still, to think that the Deltas are...gone. It's a little hard to swallow"
The clone looks down, "I understand completely. They were the best of the best. No equal among us. Hell, even the Jedi acknowledged their skill. But, no matter how you look at it they were still clones. The same blood runs through all our veins"
"Then let's make absolutely sure we honor their sacrifice by not shedding a single drop of it"
"This is clone eye in the sky, Adviser calling on all frequencies, repeat, this is Adviser calling on all frequencies, do any clones hear this"
Lucky jogs over to the terminal and press the button to respond, "This is DX-52130 of the 501st battalion responding"
A hologram of the Eye of the Sky, "Glad to hear a friendly voice, am I speaking to the POW clones that the Deltas freed"
Lucky nods, "You are"
The hologram looks around the room, "Where are the Deltas" the Adviser asks curiously.
Lucky looks away from the hologram, "Sir, t-they are, "then Lucky looks straight at the man, "Sir the Deltas are Currently MIA. I don't know where that are currently, but I can almost guarantee their safety and return"
The Adviser looks at the clone for a moment, "And the weapon"
"Scrapped"
Adviser nods his head then pushes some buttons on the terminal, "I'm sending you coordinates to the nearest Republic stronghold, with advance warning to not blow your ship up the moment it comes into orbit. It's good to see you clones alive and well" Then the hologram goes away. The white armored clone from before goes up to Lucky, "Sir, why did you say that they are missing"
Lucky shakes his head, "I don't know. It just came out"
Another clone steps up, "Do you believe it, sir? Do you really think they're ok" he asks.
Lucky turns to all the clones around him, "I...I do," then he clears his throat, "What? Are we going to wait for the clankers to come take us again, let's get to it. Enter the coordinates and let's go back to friendly space"
"Aye, sir" The clones yell out.
Lucky then looks at Hoth as it disappears as the ship enters hyperspace. Godspeed deltas, Godspeed.
It was early afternoon in Southtown as a few neighborhood children started to play hide and seek. One boy, who wore a brown tunic and has short blonde hair was hiding inside some bushes, hoping that Karl wouldn't find him in the time limit. Things looked hairy as Karl was so close to him it was a miracle that he didn't notice him. As he was about to relocate to a different spot a loud boom echoed though the outskirts of town. Since there is hardly a cloud in the sky it couldn't have been thunder, suddenly the wind around the boy started to pick up great speed, so much so that the boy fell down and landed on his back. He cries out in fear and some tears start welling up, but before a single drop could fall from his eye the raging storm stopped as suddenly as it appeared. The boy opens his eyes and they grow wide at the sight of a...man? Yes, a man wearing white armor with orange paint on it. The boy immediately went to check on the stranger and took off his helm, seeing that the man has tan skin, short black hair, and a goatee. His eyes are closed and he looks to be unconscious.
The boy stands back up and cups his hands next to his mouth, "Hey! Karl, Levi, Aleks! Get over here"
Soon all the boys were surrounding the man in white,
"Where did he come from" Karl asks
"Was he the cause of all that ruckus" asks Aleks
"Why is he dressed so weird"Levi questions.
The boy doesn't know anything more than the others, but still, this man is in need of help so he grabbed one of his arms and started to drag him, he turns to the other, "C'mon guys, we have to get him to my Pa. He'll know what to do"
The others nodded and Helped the boy drag the man to town. Hopefully the boy's father will answer some questions.