Star Wars - Ending Nigh
ByJtheDS
Corellia, Clone Wars, 3634 ATC
Chapter 1
The wind blew through the valley. A bone chilling breeze. The small group of warriors stood there. Waiting.
"General Mael! The Droids..." He was cut off.
"Yes, I can see. 12 kliks west. About sixty! To many to go in to attack. Arrange long range." The General was calm, to the extent of spooky.
"Uh, Yes,will do sir! You heard him men, long range weaponry aim... FIRE"
There was a flash then silence. The deafening silence, in the split seaconds before... the explosion. The painful, yet calming boom, reasuring the safety of the men's stronghold.
The explosion was seen for miles.
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"General Tano, did you see that!"
The Clone was skittish and jumpy, mainly due to the brain destroying attributes of hiding from enemy forces for months, knowing that, if they were caught, they would be tortured for information and then killed mercylessly.
"Yes One-oh. Must be tinnies!" The Togruta Jedi was more frightend than she let on. She beckond one of the men forward.
"Twelves, go scout ahead."
"Yessir."
The deafening blasts of the speeder alerted the dispirited group of his departure.
"General Tano, I think there may be others here," the Captain suggested
"Yes Rex, so do I... but that can wait untill the morning."
The sun was steadily setting, Depriving the renegades of their last source of heat.
"Everybody... back to camp. Sleep. I have a feeling that we may need it."
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Twelves raced over the rocky ground. After ten minutes of riding, he finally found something.
"Clankers alright..." muttered the Clone to himself, "If I can get a closer look."
He snuck behind a large boulder, putting his scout training to good use. There were about fifteeen. In a recharging cycle. Without warning, they all powered on. So, Twelves ran. There was no Jedi this time. Just one clone with one puny blaster. He swiftly powered up his speeded. But then he stopped. He heard it before he saw it. A missile in the air, like a racing starfighter. But not from the droids. No, it was heading right to them. But not from the general either. It was from an overcrop, high up.
"Yargh!"
The last thoughts agoing through the Clone's head was for his group. To protect the general. To warn them somehow.
But then the thinking stopped. It stopped in a flury of flames and colours. It stopped.
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Ahsoka was worried. Twelves had been gone for five hours. She was pacing. Over and over. What if the droids found twelves? We would have been given away. What if they found us? What would happen if Corellia was lost.
"Hey, everyone! We're moving camp NOW! Move it!"
Rex stood there, puzzled.
"Why, ma'am." he asked.
"Twelves. He hasn't come back. I'm going to look for him. I can't let Correlia be lost," Ahsoka sighed, "If only Master Skywalker was here..."
"Well, good luck ma'am."
"Good luck to you, commander."
On those words, Ahsoka left. Running, using the force to propell herself forward, through the terrain of rocks and sand.
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Mael was looking. Nowhere imparticular. Just looking. Correlia can't be lost to the Republic or the Sepratists. No. Correlia will remain neutural in the war. Suddenly, Mael stopped thinking. A glint. Not much, but something, moving quickly and effortlessly. A STAP maybe? Or a jet droid? What about a speeder bike? The Republic isn't here, is it?
"Captain Ogel, you're in charge. I need to see someting."
Ogel was confused, but replied with a "Yessir!"
General Meal fired up his battered landspeeder. And left.