Waxer awoke with a pain in his ribs, what did he expect?
"Boil." Waxer sighed.
No reply.
"Boil?" Waxer turned over only to see he was alone.
Waxer hopped up, helmet on," Boil this isn't funny."
Still no reply. Waxer took the chance.
"BOIL!" he yelled, wincing at the pain in his ribs.
"What you yelling my name for?" Waxer heard a complaint behind him.
Waxer turned and saw Boil carrying a full canteen of water.
"Where did that from?" he asked warily.
"You really don't want to know, and it's drinkable." he added wryly.
"What is it?" he asked still suspicious.
"Condensation.." Boil took off his helmet, grinning as he handed it to Waxer.
Waxer took off his helmet. He gulped a large mouthful. It tasted ok.
"Ah, evaporation is a wonderful thing." Boil snickered watching Waxer drink.
Waxer froze then spat out the water," This is-is your-"
"Boil roared with laughter," Ha! It won't kill you, and really, it's drinkable, and better than nothing."
Waxer still spat until his mouth was dry," I refuse to drink your recycled....water."
Boil sighed," Suit yourself, go thirsty."
Boil turned," We need to get to Dux's landing party today ok, so let's get a move on."
Waxer followed. There was never any talk between him and Boil as they walked, there just wasn't anything to talk about. It seemed like forever before Boil stopped to look at his chrono.
"Damn. We should be there by now." he grumbled.
Waxer was about to agree when a sudden movement made him raise his blaster.
"What?" Boil tensed up, also raising his blaster.
Waxer was silent as he scanned the area. Nothing.
"Damn it Waxer, don't scare me like that." Boil growled.
PEOW!
At Boil's feet, dust was raised as a blaster bolt hit.
"Down!" Boil gasped, flattening himself on the ground.
Waxer narrowed his eyes, he saw the sniper droid.
"Waxer DOWN!" Boil snapped, hitting the back of Waxer's knee, making it buckle.
Waxer stayed standing and shot the droid, once, twice, three times.
"Got him." he chuckled, helping Boil up.
"Idiot." Boil growled, walking toward the down droid.
Waxer followed and looked around warily.
"There might be more you know." he whispered.
"I know, but we aren't far from Dux's position." Boil sighed, kicking the disabled sniper.
The two turned away to continue their trek. They walked for what felt like maybe a few minutes before Waxer saw a new figure in the distance.
"Boil! There!" Waxer squinted against the two suns.
"It's Dux alright, come'on!" he urged, sprinting away.
Waxer followed, panting painfully after a good forty yards.
Boil slowed," You ok?" a flash of concern tinged his voice.
"Yeah, just keep going." he rasped.
Boil stopped short. Waxer, confused,looks up. They were at the small camp. What was left of it.
"What the-" Boil gasped.
The small tent Dux and the others must of set up was in a crumpled pile. There was the escape pod and a single helmet on the ground. Waxer tentatively walked over and picked it up.
He wiped away the smudge of blood on the chin piece and held it at his hip.
Boil searched the escape pod.
"Oh...oh...what the hell happened to them?" Boil cried out angrily.
Boil gently dragged out a torn up clone's body, helmet on thank fully.
"Droids can't do this." Waxer muttered as he looked away.
"What ever happened to them can happen to us, stay alert." Boil growled.
Waxer carefully pickled over the fallen tent. His foot hit something hard and something groaned.
Startled, Waxer skittered backwards. Boil didn't noticed, he was searching the pod. Waxer lifted the tent flap slowly, and was greeted by a familiar face.
"Boil!" Waxer called, relief showing through his voice.
Boil was suddenly next to him," What?"
"I found Dux." Waxer ripped away the tent revealing Dux's stunned face.
"You guys made it." he sounded tired.
"What happened Dux." Boil asked handing him the canteened water.
Dux looked weary," It was Wooley's shift, he yelled out and Akan screamed.. something crushed on top of me..that'sall I remeber." Dux sounded regretful.
"We found Akan's body, Wooley's wasn't here." Boil's voice was steel.
Sorrow flashed through Dux's face," Their dead?"
Waxer helped his brother up slowly, he didn't look hurt, just weary.
"Vod'ika, don't fret, your getting out of here, alive."