This is NOT 7000 words, as I hoped. But I will assure you, there will be a chapter that is 7,000 words in the future.
I hid behind cover as some 'deficient clones' came up and started searching the spaceship. One passed me, and I soon took out a small blade in my shoulder pads and slit their throats. Their limp body fell to the ground. I quickly took the communication piece out of the right side of their helmet.
The other one came over, ignoring me entirely, and picked up the other 'clone'. I felt kind of sorry by taking them by surprise by knocking him out. Sighing, I took his communications device. I let Fate finish them off by giving them fire to die peacefully in.
"Alright, two down, a whole moon to go," I muttered under my breath. Fate whirled in response.
"I want you to go up and try to communicate and get a ship to get here. Make it slightly big. We'll keep in touch with this communication piece," I said, inserting one of the communication flashes into her.
"Testing…." Came a female voice in my head.
"It works Fate," I told the fox. Fate nodded in response.
"I'm a girl by the way," Fate responded. I groaned. As if I didn't have enough problems.
"Get going! I'll see what I can so we can help the republic. Most likely the Jedi have gone rouge and allied with the sith and droids," I said. Fate started running, doing rapid calculations in her head to find the control panel. She split from me, going into a vent.
I cautiously walked over to the other side of the landing dock. A 'clone' came up in front of me. We stood there for a tense moment before he spoke.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"W-0LL" I answered.
"Ah, sir, shouldn't you be in sector 13-A7?" He asked.
"And what are you doing questioning me, or worse, not minding your own business? Besides, Kylo Ren called me here," I said. The whole thing was a fib.
"Kylo Ren is here?!" He shouted. One of the troopers looked over and facepalmed.
"Of course he is here, K2-67K," The other 'clone' said.
"Ok, thanks for telling me W-0LL," K2-67K said.
I quickly took advantage of the momentary madness and rushed past him.
"Got to go to sector 13-A6! It's got another discipline problem!" I shouted. It was a fib as well. How I got this lying streak so good I will have no idea.
"Alright! See you soon!" K2-67K said.
Luckiest day of my life, I thought inwardly.
I kept passing these rooms, each one looking like a torture room. A red light washed out from one, screams heard on the other side.
I kept silent as I walked past, my footsteps not making a sound.
I then heard someone shouting over my earpeice. Eventually, it stopped.
"Fate, are you there?" I asked.
"I'm here, I just had to take care of the guy in the control room," She said.
"Alright, see you soon," I muttered over the communications device.
I kept walking, wondering how else this day could go good or bad.
Eventually, I came to an emptied droid room. I flinched and resisted the urge to fire at the drodica and scout droid parts lying around, old battlefield instincts flaring up. I eventually got control of my breathing as I then picked up the drodica parts. They were tampered beyond repair. However, they seemed of some value, so I picked up the parts and stuffed them into my compressor compartment.
"Alright, I got a ship in sight, just lower the shields and get rid of the people in the docking area nearest to you," Fate said over my head. She also instantly sent me coordinates.
I looked the map over with satisfaction. I started running, gunning down any 'clones' I came in contact with.
When I finally got to the shield room, it was empty.
Hastily, I went to the controls and overheated the shields. I then blast the coolant, my clone armor protecting me from the harsh cold. I ran, coolant leaking behind me, making me look like a fire droid coming out of ice.
"Hey!" A 'clone' said. I shot him point blank in the face, his body falling limp.
I soon came to a docking bay, the entire area emptied of ships, but full of troopers. The troopers were saluting a Silver 'clone' that was being given a medal by a droid. There was a crate nearby.
I sneaked over to the crate. When I opened them, I soon came across thermal charges. Grinning under my mask, I picked up one and primed on to the second longest charge and threw it with all my might. It landed near a group of 'clones' saluting a silver 'clone'. It hit one in the head, and when the others noticed, they all started running. The entirety of the 'clones' were lost in the blast, the silver one was blasted into a door, knocked unconscious.
"Bay is clear! Just come as soon as you can!" I said over the communication device.
"Already there, and our transport is coming!" Fate said excitedly.
I walked over to one of the landing bays, soon finding Fate nearby. Soon, a small GX-Shuttle came into the bay. Out came a human female and a small ball.
"So who called us here for 20,000 credits?" She said. I instantly face palmed.
"Fate, you idiot!" I scolded. Fate whimpered, wondering where this all went wrong. After a minute of waiting, I hesitantly came forward.
She aimed her blaster at me, making me put my hands up.
"I called you, and I'm none of what these guys are," I said. Fate soon came up behind me.
The smuggler seemed perplexed for a moment. She then snapped her fingers.
"So, you are a clone?" She asked.
"Yea, but aren't all these guys clones?" I asked.
"No, their genetically modified civilians brainwashed into thinking their solders," She said solemnly.
"Then what are they called?" I asked, slightly curious.
"They're called Stromtroopers," She said,
"Can you get me out of here?" I asked, deciding to get back on topic.
"For a clone like you, I'll do it for 3,000 credits. You'll restore hope to the rebellion!" She said happily. She then beckoned for me to come in. I came in, reluctantly, Fate close behind. The ball seemed to hesitate, but it soon came after us.
As we walked through the cruiser, I felt some piece of normality come back to me.
I was snapped back to reality when the smuggler yelled.
"Come on, Jim, we got to get moving!" She yelled at the ball. The ball then unfolded, revealing a drodica. Almost instantly, I picked up my RE-P8 and aimed it at the droidica.
Silence filled the cruiser as the smuggler shifted tensely.
"What. The. HELL." I managed to say after a moment.
"Oh, forgot your programmed to kill these guys. Jim, go check on the hyperdrive!" She order the droidica. The droidica shifted back into a ball and rolled off to another part of the ship.
I sighed, relaxing, but only a little.
"I'm surprised you didn't react like that to this little thing here," She said, looking at Fate.
"That is an F8 Droid, thank you very much. Only 15 were made," I said, Fate looking proud.
"Attack capacity?" She asked simply.
"Flamethrower, hacking, lighting claws, and portable storage made for bombs that it can deploy out of its mouth. Need I say more?" I asked the smuggler. She shook her head, smiling.
"Alright. My name's Acrylic! Nice to meet you!" The smuggler said.
"W-0LL" I responded.
"How about Will instead?" She asked.
"Alright," I responded, now at full ease.
"So where are we going?" I asked Acrylic.
"We are going to be going to Coruscant," She said with some hope.
"To deliver me to the rebellion?" I asked.
"That and to pick up a bounty on a droid I hunted. I'm not all smuggler and run," She said.
"I respect that," I said after a moment.
There was a brief silence between us, the only sound in the ship being Fate and Jim working together to fix something.
"So how are you still alive?" She asked.
"Cryogenisis inside of a pod. Supposedly asleep for 100 years," I answered.
"Well, you were at least asleep for 66 years," She said.
"How so?" I asked.
"When the clone wars started, many things happened. But of all of them, what people say were the most dangerous was order 66 was executed," She said. Something inside my brain clicked, but then turned off.
I shook my head violently. I started to see black overcoming my vision. I soon lost balance; the only thing that I heard before I fell was someone's voice.
"You were never meant to be released," said a voice, much similar to that of Palpatine's.
And then the laughing started.
I'm sorry that this wasn't 7000 words, but I'm not KnightMysteryo. I wish I was a combination of both. But yea! Hope you enjoyed!