Star Wars: the Clone Wars fanfic3 -

Slavers

Time: 22 BBY Location: Core Worlds, Coruscant

A great public disturbance was active today, as blasterfire and explosions broke out so loud that everyone in the city local area hid themselves away within their homes and apartments to allow the Grand Army of the Republic settle the situation.

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, stood his ground in the front line - a local street - along side the clone troopers, as several dodged and returned fire with the many blaster bolts that flew back and forth, between them and the assailing militia of criminals and gangsters that started this little gunfight.

- Violence is a virus, it spreads out through the air; infecting everything, every man and woman everywhere
So many deaths and casualties, but they don't care; they go ahead and slaughter it all, damn, nobody said life was fair -

On the front line set between both sides, where untold numbers of plasma bolts - blue and orange - raced past each other in an almost beautiful display of fireworks. It might have been almost enjoyable, if not for the true purpose. He twirled and swung his saber, as the bright blue blade deflected several bolts away.

Although it was times like this that may seem like a game to him, whereas he got the thrill of a fight; the rush of adrenaline in his blood and the deafening explosions that ignited all around, he couldn't help but feel some concern. It wasn't for his Master - Obi-Wan Kenobi - or his clone captain - CC-7567 "Rex", each individually could handle themselves in this conflict.

It was his Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, that had him worried, she was on another street, taking these thugs from a different angle, in attempt to flank them and put an end to this gang war. However, he wasn't afraid that she could get hurt or seriously injured or anything like that, he was worried she might finally get a better score than him.

- All the days are all the same... it's all one big game; whereas we're living days with people that never, ever seem to change -

While he swung his saber, deflecting orange plasma bolts back to the gangsters, he merely wondered how and where they acquired all of these weapons and armaments in a black market, here on Coruscant - and where able to smuggle, deal, and prepare other awaiting criminals for a gunfight - without anyone knowing. Some would think Republic spies, or even Law Enforcement, would have at least seen something suspicious.

It was only until now that they realized this large gang of criminals - called the "Warhawks" - had transformed their command post in Coruscant into a hidden armory. That was quite clever of them, almost as if they had planned this whole battle to occur, however, what they weren't counting on was that they were about to lose this fight.

However, from a distance across the battlefield, he spotted someone - a tall Abyssin - armed with a Milkor multiple grenade launcher, and marching over to their stand. The launcher was obviously a dangerous weapon, one that made anyone question how thatwas successfully smuggled, if it could hurl a grenade far enough to reach their front line, they could probably break through it, and even advance. That was something they couldn't afford to let happen.

He thought about making a move forward, to get close enough to stop them, but it would have been a futile gesture - and it was already a losing battle. If he ordered his troops to move forward, they would surely be wiped out easily by that grenade launcher, and if they stayed where they were, they wouldn't be able to hold the line. They were in trouble.

Soon, the Abyssin stood right at the line, the launcher raised, pointing high in range to where the projectile would surely hit its target, and as soon as the alien fired a grenade, he was caught off guard and without a plan.

"Troopers! Take cover!" Anakin ordered, as he fell back and hid himself behind a barricade, as he sat next to a few other troopers. As the grenade made its landing upon the surface, several clones were not so lucky to escape in time, for the explosion sent several white-armor flying through the air, along with a few body parts - if one dared to look at what's left.

Temporarily deafened by the explosion, he opened his eyes to find several clones lying on the ground, some dead and some seriously injured, as they lied in two parts or more. Only a few remaining troopers had managed to dodge the blast, but they were only fortunate, and the Abyssin still had its launcher.

"Anakin..." called his name from his wrist comm., which he had managed to hear, "Anakin, do you copy? I heard a loud explosion coming from your squad, is there a problem?"

"Well, they have a grenade launcher, and I just lost a lot of men after the first shot," he glanced back at the Abyssin, "and it looks like they're preparing for another blast!"

"I'm contanting your Padawan and Captain Rex, they'll have to abandon their lines to help your squad."

"No! I got this covered, Master, just give me a little more time." He replied.

"This isn't the time to argue, you need reinforcements or they'll blow right through you!"

Another grenade struck, and another explosion emitted, as a clone trooper was blown back. He landed right in front of him, motionless, and to make things worst, the loud explosion caused a link interruption in his wrist comm. Static was all he could hear now.

That seemed like the end of it, now. Game over. The Warhawks now had the upper hand, a better weapon, and they were going to blow right through them. For the first time, he felt as if the battle was lost.

However, the sound of a reckless driver operating a vehicle caught his attention, as he glanced up, only to spot ship - a Gamma-class assault shuttle - speeding and lowering at an almost too dangerous rate of crashing. As it lowered roughly, its turbolaser cannons extracted and fired down upon the advancing thugs that dared to pursue. It all soon came to an end as the ship finally landed on the ground.

The side hatch of the vehicle opened up as a group of men, all attired in light armored jumpsuits and armed with firearm weapons, hoped out and turned their aim to the Warhawks. A large, bursting explosion of M16 and M249 gunfire - and grenades - was heard as the line of assailing soldiers shot them all down. One individual man - a Pantoran wearing a Blast vest and helmet - released a spray of bullets onto the Abyssin, as the tall alien dropped to the ground, dead.

Anakin took advantage of this short time to catch his breath, seeing some momentary relief. He looked back on the few remaining clone troopers of his squad, while their dead brethren covered most of the ground. He glanced up to see the Pandoran mercenary strolling in his direction, keeping his weapon - an old-fashioned Thompson submachine gun - firm in his grip.

He recollected himself to his feet, his saber withdrawn but still firm in his hand, as the legionnaire stopped right in front him, the Tommy gun propped on his shoulder. "Who are you?"

The stranger smirked, "We're the goodwill committee," he said, it sounded something like a joke. "The name's Wilson. You boys look like you could use a hand."

"Well, we had everything under control, but a few spare hands couldn't do any harm, right?" Anakin returned, with his same sense of smart alec humor.

"Just watch us!" The mercenary replied, smiling as he turned to face the others, "Alright Team, we've clear most of this street, now let's finish the fight! Adams, Kay, you're both with me. Pierce, Jenkins and Boomer - you three handle the south street. Fitz, Patterson and Fray - the east street. Let's move!"

He watched as the group of militia legionnaires - soldiers of fortune - scattered and separated into smaller groups, at the same time, their assault shuttle hummed to life, rose of the ground, and flew off, off to aid others in this crime war perhaps. Although such a thing seemed very unlikely, the Jedi of the Republic had a new team of allies.

Just to remind you all, I don't have an exact conflict and plot to this story, I know it involves slavers - along with mind control, brainwashing(all of that junk) - and it will have the Merc Team of all your favorite OCs from Worm Wars, so I'll say it'll be quite entertaining for you all.

BTW, to let you all know, I will bring the Merc Team in a future story I have planned, something special - Ahsoka's Jedi Trials, but before I get there, I am excited to let you all know that I will be working on the LONG AWAITED SEQUEL of WORM WARS.

It will be difficult to juggle with all these fanfics, such as this one "Slavers" and my current ones - Conspiracy, Parasite, and Outcast - so you'll have to know that I might not work on this story for a while in the process. But Worm Wars 2 (WW2) will be worked on. They's gonna be a lot of action between this story and WW2, so you'd better hold onto your seats and get ready, it's gonna be a rough ride!

Disclaimer: These are real modern firearm weapons - Milkor MGL (multiple grenade launcher), M16 assault rifle, M249 light machinegun

- Also, about the lyrics at the beginning of the chapter, I was listening to some music and had some made up rhymes in my head, so I decided to sing it. If you enjoyed, then I'm glad you did. But if you expect me to sing songs all throughout the story... I pity you, because I don't sing.

Hope you liked the chapter.