"By far the strangest week I ever had was the week the droids fell and the clones killed the Jedi. I'm not saying it was the hardest, because I had far worse. But it was easily the strangest one I've ever had just in terms of the things I saw and heard." – Varrin Torrik
- Time on Mygeeto – 24 days
- Time Till Droid Shut Down – 19 hours
"I swear I saw a Jedi out there!" yelled Fitz Thul. He had a panicked look on his face as he rubbed his hand through his brown hair, and then wiping some of the sweat off his face
The others rolled they're eyes at just how unlikely that was. This wasn't the first time that Fitz had "cried aklay" and swore that there was a Jedi out there.
"We're too far back for you to have seen anything." Crevil Tala replied looking through the scope of his sniper rifle. The man looked over the area ahead of them through his long blaster. There were a few AATs hovering just beyond the building they were on, and a cluster of about fifty mixed B1 and B2 battle droids between them. On the other side there were a dozen white armored clones of the Galactic Republic, taking cover and sending a barrage of blue back at them.
THOO!
A red blast came from Crevil's long blaster and soared down at them. It smacked a piece of rubble rather then its target.
"Shavit!" Crevil cursed. "They always move right at the last second!"
"Maybe if you learned how to correct your targeting rather then yelling every time you miss you wouldn't have that problem." Nik Antares suggested. He was the oldest one there, being in his fifties. He of course didn't have a weapon that could reach where the clones were. He was instead looking them over with a set of binoculars.
"Hey I may miss a lot." Crevil returned. "But at least only hit the GARs," he said using the phonetic abbreviation of Grand Army of the Republic, which was a common phrase for Separatist soldiers. "Rather then hitting the droids every other shot." Crevil mocked.
"That was one time." Varrin said, finally chiming in. It wasn't like him to stay quiet in a conversation like that long. "And Nik did nab up a bunch of Reps with it as I recall." Varrin finished, turning then to a B1 battledroid that was just beside him. "Fifty Five." Varrin said calling his nickname
The droid immediately looked over at him. "Yes sir?" The droid came to attention in his high pitched monotone. His full designation was 3R-1355, but Varrin had found it easier just to call him by the last to digits.
"Reload this quick." Varrin ordered, tossing him the large E-60R missile launcher that had been swung over his shoulder a moment earlier. He then moved a bit further forward with his E-5 Blaster rifle, the standard weapon of the B1 battledroids, and fired towards where the clones were.
"You're not gonna hit anything." Nik told Varrin. "Especially not with that piece a druk." He commented on Varrin's love of the E-5 blaster rifle and all the other standard issue weapons used by the B1s. It wasn't the first time he mentioned that, really it came up all the time. But Varrin still used them.
Varrin looked back at Nik, and rubbed his forehead with the sleeve of his dark blue uniform.
"Haven't you ever heard of suppressing fire?" Varrin asked, then standing back up to look at 55.
55 had just finished loading the Missile launcher and was turning to face Varrin. The droid made the weapon look light, but really it was fairly heavy for a human.
"Besides." Varrin responded. "If it's good enough for the droids," He hefted the black E-60R over his shoulder and walked back over towards the edge of the building with a smile. "It's good enough for me."
Varrin looked out over the street through the target finder on the side of the launcher. He zoomed as far as he could, and the targeting unit locked onto the destroyed shell of a speeder that he could see two clones hiding behind.
"Heads down." Varrin smiled snidely.
FWOOSH!
The missile tore from the tube over Varrin's shoulder
From the large round building the small group had taken positions in, the missile soared out, a purple flame coming from the back. It flew over the battlefield in seconds and engulfed the destroyed speeder with flame and smoke.
Through the scope on his sniper rifle Crevil could see the body of the two clones get thrown backwards, their armor completely scorched. "Nice shot Varrin." He congratulated, still looking for a new target.
"Thank you, Thank you." Varrin bowed as though he had just done some amazing feat on a stage for a crowd of people who were applauding him.
PEEEEEEW!
"Frowlin' Heck!" Varrin yelled ducking as blue blaster bolt from what they recognized as a sniper beam soared just over his head and hit the ceiling.
If 55 could smile he would have, but he could only do so on the inside he did. "Looks like your show boating saved your life, sir." The joke one of a few he could have made, but it was enough of a commentary.
"Shut up! That one nearly took my head off!" Varrin spat back towards 55's bad joke.
"Yeah, and I'll bet that some clone sniper down there's yelling 'they always move at the last second." Nik mocked on the conversation they were having earlier.
Making a crude symbol with his left hand at Nik, Crevil remained looking through the scope. "That's for you Nik, free of charge." He remarked about his hand signal.
Being nearly hit by sniper fire was not something new to the squad of organics that were holding their position in the building. It was almost a daily thing, and so they hardly batted and eyelash at it. It was different for the person it almost hit, but they always shrugged it off. When one of them was actually hit it was a different story, but for the moment, nobody was wounded.
They were sitting on the fifteenth floor of a large building that was at the end of a long street. The Confederates had set up a defensive position a few miles behind them, and were moving troops forward against the Republic. However they came across a group of clones right on the street and a skirmish ensued.
Looking at numbers and equipment it seemed the CIS should have no problems winning. But as always the clones were very resourceful and had managed to hold them where they were for an hour. There was no telling how many of the clones there were, and it seemed like they had some reinforcements that were behind them. Still the droids pressed forward against them.
The small group that was in the building had been with them at the front during the initial outbreak of the shooting, but withdrew to the building because their lives were worth a bit more then the droids, primarily because they had lives to begin with.
"I'm telling you guys though, I saw a Jedi!" Fitz chimed back in with his raving about the Jedi. "He had a green lightsaber and the robes and everything!"
"Fitz, I'm gonna smack you upside your head if you keep screaming about Jedi!" Nik yelled back at the young man who was off in the corner holding a blaster rifle.
"No, really! I did!" Fitz jabbered on.
"If there was a Jedi out there Fitz, I think I'd have seen him by now." Nik commented, while still looking around with his binoculars. "It's not like they don't stand out."
"Also we're not running away." Varrin pointed out loading another missile into the E-60R with 55's help. "If there was a Jedi out there we'd do what we did that last time, and the time before that… get the hell outa here."
"Exxxxactly." Nik agreed, still looking over the battlefield trying to find reinforcements.
They knew better then to try to fight a Jedi. They'd seen their fair share, and even the younger ones were more then they could handle. Jedi usually spelled defeat, and so they knew to get away quickly if they saw one.
"Re'ro uh go! Gal' ov urak!" Golgok, an Aqualish soldier that had remained quiet off on the other side of the floor they were on, declared that he thought he'd seen the Jedi too.
"Shut up Gol." Nik yelled. "Fitz' just got you scared."
Suddenly there was a large explosion down on the Confederate line. The visual of a pair of V-wing Starfighters made the entire groups stomachs sink. A small cluster of proton bombs exploded across the center of the droid line at the middle, severely damaging the tanks they had, and tearing the line up pretty bad.
"Oh crap." Crevil said, realizing that they would probably have to pull back soon.
Nik brought his binoculars down and looked over at Varrin. "I thought we had air superiority in this district?" He asked confused by the information they'd received earlier.
Varrin looked out over the battlefield, and then up to the sky looking where the V-wings had flown. "No, see, we do." He pointed at a squadron of six Droid Tri-Fighters which were racing towards the escaping V-wings. "Doesn't mean they don't get a few shots in now and again." Varrin explained.
Nik still had a confused look on his face. "Well if we have fighters in the air why aren't we callin…" he stopped as he was cut off by Fitz.
"THERE, THERE!" Fitz screamed "THERE HE IS, SEE!" he yelled and pointed as the image of a human in a dark brown robe and a green lightsaber in his hand came into view.
"Well I'll be damned." Crevil replied. "He wasn't lying this time."
They all watched as the droids were devastated and confused. They weren't firing on him really, and the Jedi had just seemed to appear from out of no where. It was only the ignition of the green energy blade that got their attention.
"Alright, well that's our que." Nik sighed. "Get the gear rolled up and…" Nik stopped once more as he was cut off.
"Wo! What are they doing!?" Crevil yelled, baffled by what he was seeing through his scope.
The entire group looked out across the battlefield to see the most baffling sight they had ever seen.
The clone troopers, who had previously been meticulously taking cover, and firing on the droids with perfect strategy, were no longer firing on the droids. The light, tactful suppressing fire that had once been was over taken by an unending stream of heavy blue beams that were focused all on one target, a target much closer. The Jedi.
The Jedi appeared to struggle to defend himself, and he deflected a number of the blasts, but only one actually hit one of his attackers. He was struck by one of the bolts and seemed to turn and run. But the firing didn't stop and the barrage from the clone weapons began to hit his back, and the Jedi was tossed to the ground, rolled over, and didn't move.
The Confederate squad in the building was stunned beyond words. They all were completely shocked. Eyes wide, and jaws to the floor, they tried to make sense of what just happened.
"Did… did they just…" Varrin stammered pointing out with his right index finger.
"Kill that Jedi!?" 55 finished Varrin's question, in an equal amount of shock.
"It can't be! There's no way!" Nik yelled.
"He aint movin'!" Crevil continued the chorus. "He's dead! They killed him!"
The group was still in awe of what they had seen and tried desperately to put the pieces together in their head. It didn't make any sense to them, and how could it? They just saw the image they hated and feared get struck down by another image of what they hated and feared. It was all too much for them to handle.
The dead Jedi captivated all of them and they just remained staring at him still not sure of what to do. Only did part of their attention get moved to the visual of more clones approaching, and seeing them now charging forward.
"W-w-w-w" Nik sounded out "W"s and didn't make much noise. Suddenly he came to his senses. "Doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!" Nik echoed. His hands dropped the binoculars and he picked up his blaster rifle. "The clones are charging, we have to go. Gather it all up, and we're gone!"
Varrin stayed staring out at the body of the dead Jedi, slinging the rocket launcher over his shoulder. He turned around and looked at 55. "Fifty Five, grab the ammo, and… and… just, just move" he stumbled over his words, picking up his E-5 blaster rifle in his hands, and making sure his pistol was still ready.
The group gathered up all of their equipment and headed towards the elevator, still completely unable to describe what they had just seen.
