Lambda Squad trudged through the jungle, on a mission for Commander Gree to find a Sep communications dish. Sergeant Jax sighed. His squad had been out here for three days, and their com pack was broken. He had no idea what the rest of Lieutenant Hajj's platoon was doing, and even when Lambda squad found the dish, they would have to trek back 20 miles to report their success. Jax was still grumbling about the shitty mission Hajj had dumped on them when Corporal LZ-15/10 ran toward him, yelling about deactivated droids or something like that.
Two days prior…
Lieutenant Hajj ran full speed to Commander Gree's hut.
"Sir! A message from the Supreme Chancellor! Priority Alpha!" Gree's head shot up and he dropped the datapad he was holding, the tiny device tumbling over the edge of the wroshyr tree and into the Shadowlands below.
"Sir, your datapa-"
"It's not important, give me the transmitter now!" Hajj relinquished the device, stepping back to afford the commander some privacy. All he could catch from the conversation was:
"It will be done my lord." Gree shut down the comm device, and nonchalantly tossed it over the edge of the platform. He opened a private channel to the Lieutenant, so as not to be heard by the Jedi standing two meters away, and said,
"Lieutenant Hajj, the Jedi have attempted to assassinate the Chancellor. Our orders are to make sure Master Yoda does not leave this planet alive." Hajj nodded and grabbed his DC-15.
"Yes sir." The pair ran into the room, but before they could fire a shot, Yoda effortlessly decapitated them. Before the bodies hit the floor, Yoda and his wookie guards were gone, disappearing into the afternoon mist.
One day prior…
Yoda waved goodbye to Chewbacca and Tarful as he climbed into the pod that was to take him off planet and away from the traitorous clone troopers. He sighed, sat down, and flicked the ignition switch. He watched the Wookies roaring at the sky and shaking their bowcasters through the pod's single window.
Lord Vader switched off his communicator and walked over to Viceroy Nute Gunray's corpse. He bent over, and after a few seconds of searching, found his ID card. Typical Neimodian, Vader thought, keeping all his valuables in a hidden pocket. He slipped the card into the console nearby, and sent the order to deactivate all the droid armies in the galaxy.
Now…
"All right Corporal, calm down. Now, what was it you found?" The clone inhaled and composed himself, then proceeded to tell Jax of the separatist base they were looking for. Typical Sep outpost. Barracks, recharging post, relay dish, and not much else. There was something in this base however, that distinguished it from all the other enemy bases he'd been in. None of the droids were powered up! The corporal and his backup, TZ-76/84, had walked right through the open gates into the parade ground for maker's sake!
"Corporal, take me to the base."
"Yes sir!" said the clone, snapping to a salute. "Follow me!"
Two hours later, they were standing in the plaza of a small Sep outpost, and the squad's demolition expert was busy rigging the entire base with enough explosives to create a fireball that would rival Kashyyk's sun. Jax walked around the base, realizing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the inner workings of an enemy base without being shot at.
He quickly became bored, there wasn't much to actually watch except for a tattered Sep flag fluttering in the wind. The other clones, much to his dismay, had discovered the fun of "droid tipping" and it wasn't long before someone hurt himself.
"Medic!" yelled Private TZ-76/84 from under the smoking remains of a B1. Jax rolled his eyes and ran over. The squad medic, CS-61/42 was already treating him for a blaster wound to the thigh, caused when the B1's gun had discharged upon hitting the ground. The medic was clearly trying not to laugh, and it was a good thing the wounded trooper couldn't see his face.
"Oh yeah Twitch, you'll get the order of Palpatine for this!" he said as he injected the soldier with bacta.
"How does this sound: Awarded for wounds received when a droid fell on him!" Twitch got up, brushed his armor off, and tackled the medic to the ground. Jax frowned.
"HEY! All right! All right! Break it up!" The clones seemed to have forgotten about him, because the jumped up right away and muttered half-hearted apologies to the sergeant. Jax walked away shaking his head, and stepped into the room where his communications man was trying to use the Sep dish to link up with Republic Forces.
"There's too much comm traffic sir, all these calls coming in and out concerning something called uh…Order 66. Any idea what that is?" Jax got a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach, and was suddenly glad his helmet was on.
"Uh…no trooper, no I don't. Keep trying, I'm gonna go try my wrist-comm on another frequency."
The private shrugged as his sergeant walked out the door. What part of "no communications" did his superior not understand?
