"Boil."' Waxer yawned, kicking Boil's side.
"Mmmfmmf." he grumbled.
"Boil, it's time for your shift." Waxer sighed at the no response and gave hard, sharp kick.
"Ow! What- hey! What did you do that for?" Boil complained, rubbing his hip as he sat up.
"It's your watch shift, move, it's my turn to sleep." Waxer helped Boil up before collapsing where Boil had lain.
It was going to be ok. All they had to do was get to the extraction point Cody had commed them about. Giving a last yawn Waxer shut his eyes and fell asleep.
...
Boil felt strangely safe in the escape pod. He was surprised Waxer hadn't fallen asleep.
Naw, Waxer was a good soldier, he followed orders. Well, there was the one time on Ryloth.. Boil stopped short.
I wonder how the little biter's doin. At least she has her family back...
Rustle
Boil froze. Slowly he leaned forward to glance outside of the pod.
Nothing.
"Now your just scaring yourself." he muttered outloud.
"HHHISSSSHH!" something bellowed to Boil's right.
Whatever it was rammed into the pod, causing it to dislodge from the sandy earth.
"Ah!" Boil yelled as he rolled from the impact, hitting his head sharply on the metal.
Dazed, Boil stared up at the entrace of the pod. Two beady eyes stared back.
...
"THEIR BACK!" Waxer awoke to a cry.
Snapping up, Waxer saw Dux's fear filled eyes glancing at his.
"What? What's back?" he roared, confused.
"The creatures! They have Boil!" Dux gasped pointing out the tent. Waxer flew out of it, blaster raised.
"Waxer!" Boil grunted, dodging a blow from a rather bulky animal.
"Hold on!" Waxer yelled out, sprinting to his friend.
"Waxer! On your six!" Dux warned.
Waxer had no time to gasp when the animal smashed into him. He lay gasping for a breath when the animal jumped on him. Waxer immediately regretted not putting on his helmet. The creature seemed to be tasting his scent, breathing it's hot stinking breath in his face.
"GET OFF MY BROTHER!" someone screamed.
The animal gave a crying yelp and it lept from Waxer and turned tail. Dux stood over Waxer, panting. He glanced down at him, and held his hand out.
"Thanks." Waxer muttered.
"HEY! HELP!" Boil protested, still sparring with the animal who had attacked him.
Waxer dashed over, shooting the creature's back. It hissed, annoyed, It flew it's tail into the ground, making grit fly.
"Ah!" Waxer gasped, blinded by the flying sand.
Waxer heard a yell, a yelp then a crunch.
"DUX!" Boil yelled, Waxer heard a single blaster shot.
Something heavy fell at Waxer's feet. Eyes streaming, he looked down. The animal was dead. Boil was hovering of Dux's fallen form, hands feeling the clone's body.
"He's gone." Boil sounded numb.
"Boil.." Waxer started.
"No, he was so close. We were getting out of here. Now he's gone. " Boil stood and walked off, arms crossed stiffly.
Waxer looked down at Dux's lifeless form. His head was at a awkward angle, but he looked unharmed other than that. Waxer glanced at Boil again. Dux had been a squadmate. They faced losses before. But Boil was different now.
Since Numa he can't leave a man behind. Waxer realized.
Boil sharply turned to face Waxer, face hardened from any other expression.
"We need to get moving, were getting to the extraction point." he walked by Waxer, and crouched into the tent.
Waxer watched his friend sulk away before turning his attention back to Dux. Without a word, he managed a shallow grave in the sand. It wasn't quite deep enough, maybe he could find some rocks to cover him in.
"Just make a mound with sand Waxer, there arn't rocks in this area." Boil startled Waxer, making him drop the arm plate he had taken from Dux.
Together, the two pushed sand over Dux. Straightening up, Waxer handed the arm plate to Boil. Boil sadly stared down at it before placing it in the backpack at his feet.
"Come on, we're getting off the god forsaken planet."