New chapter! This chapter will jump around a little bit. It's mostly going to follow Stud, but also the republic ships in space. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, any of them. That would be George. We get mixed up all the time.
The men crept forward as quietly as possible in the darkness. Boss' squad was already up ahead prepping anything on the transport for salvaging.
"Sarge, I just don't understand the order. They're our brothers."
"It isn't our place to question orders. And no com traffic unless it's absolutely necessary." The men continued on silently for awhile. They were coming up near the other transport.
"It's right there. All we have to do is take one little look."
"Stay off the radio!" Suddenly a small flair of light shot up in the sky. As it got higher in the sky it slowed down and started to shine brighter. "Flair! Take cover! Over there!" Sarge shouted, directing the men to the downed transport. The men ran over to the transport and came up beside it.
"Stud! Stud, get over here!" yelled Pat. Stud was still standing in the middle of the area.
"Stud! Stud!" He finally started to move and ran over to where the other guys were hiding.
"Sorry! Sorry sir. I don't know what happened."
"Are you alright?" asked Sarge.
"Ya, I'm fine."
"Alright. Find some cover guys." The men tried to hide somewhere around the transport. "Yes Manchester and Pat, you can search the transport." The two climbed into the jammed opened door to the transport.
"Find anything?" asked Zero.
"We found three men. They're all unconscious, but alive. There's some extra ammo and grenades. There isn't a lot though." Everyone was silent for a few moments.
"Zil, Zero, and Stud, you three grab a man and get him back to the hill. The rest of us will go on to the other crash site." The rest of the quad started to move out. Zil climbed into the transport. Stud could not see the squad anymore, and Zil climbed out of the transport carrying a wounded soldier. He handed the wounded man to Zero. Next he gave Stud a man to carry, and got the last man out of the transport.
The three men carried their wounded counterparts towards the hill. The going was slow and hard. The man were moving at an Endor forest snail's pace. They got closer and closer to the hill.
"Stud, Zero, and Zil! What are you doing? Were is the rest of the squad?" asked the Lieutenant.
"Sarge sent us back with some wounded men," replied Zil.
"What are they doing?" asked the Lieutenant. "Get the wounded men up here. Then get back to your position."
The other seven members of the squad slunk on to the hill. They were all exhausted. It had taken them about an hour to make their way to and from the crashed transport.
"How did it go?" asked Zil.
"It was terrible. The droids were harassing us most of the time, and the transport had almost nothing in it. It didn't have anything useful that we could take. All the troopers were dead, and the general is wounded."
"Guys, get your selves set up. I have to go give my report to the Lieutenant. Remember to sleep in shifts."
"Stud? You want to get some…"
"Nah, you can sleep first. I'll take first watch."
"Ok. You alright buddy?" asked Pat.
"Ya. I'm fine. You get some rest."
The next day the droids had tightened their perimeter around the hill. The battle in space was not going well, and the republic had been forced to make a "tactical retreat."
At five hundred hours the shelling began. The separatists opened up with a few hundred artillery pieces. It made it a danger to shift around on the hill. The men were forced to hunker down in their foxholes for fear of getting hit.
At eleven hundred hours the assault began.
The droids advanced slowly at first, in formation, just outside of the men's weapon range. The lieutenant was still in charge, and he shouted ours over the company's com. The hill was calmer than anyone would have thought, but that was just because of how well the men had been trained. They did not panic, even when all hell was breaking loose. Their discipline was too good.
The droids opened fire first. The red energy bolts took up all the space between the opposing forces. Most of the bolts fizzled out before reaching the men's position. A few kicked up dirt around on the hill. One hit one of the troopers in the shoulder, but he did not react. Luckily for him his thin armor was able to guard him from most of the energy. It only stung.
The droids fired another volley, but it was much like the first. No one was hit this time. The men held their fire for a few more seconds before an all opening up at once.
The blue energy bolts flew over the open ground and collided with the front line of droids. Many fell, and were trampled by their brethren. The droids kept advancing, and the men kept firing. Droids continued to fall under the heavy barrage of fire. After a few seconds of this the droids opened fire too.
The republic ships in space were now reengaging the separatists. The separatists were still fairly weak after the last battle. The republic forces had been reinforced, and were attacking from several directions at once. The separatists were hard pressed to guard everywhere at once. Everyone realized that this battle was futile for the separatists. The republic forces were just trying to destroy as many enemy ships as they could. The separatists stood and fought, which was just fine for the republic. The separatists were wasting ships and men for no apparent gain. This should have worried someone, but in the end it really didn't mean anything.
The republic forces were busy pursuing enemy forces, and they assumed the general had the situation under control. Boy were they wrong.
The droids were using their entire forces now. They had captured the base of the position and were advancing. The men were taking heavy casualties, but doing a good job taking ten droids for every man. Stud's squad had been lucky so far. They had been positioned high up enough that the enemies' fire was not directed at them. That was all about to change.
"Keep it up men!" shouted Sarge. The droids were getting near their position. Other men whose positions had been overrun were retreating towards them, and were helping to shore up their lines. "Suppress the left! Thunder watch your fire!" Sarge was giving out instruction, but he was getting a little too excited.
"Sarge, don't stand there! Your too exposed!" yelled Pat. Stud looked over for a second, and blasted a droid who had been taking aim at Sarge.
"Why? Those tinnies couldn't hit a bantha from here!" replied Sarge.
"Sarge! You're overexposed!" yelled Stud.
"Fine!" yelled Sarge. "Spoil sport," he grumbled. Stud and Pat both looked at each other, and could tell that the other was just as relived as they were.
"I thought Sarge was a goner there for a.." Lightning was cut off by a red bolt. It connected with his neck, and burned threw the thin armor. Lightning started to choke, and Thunder crawled over to him. Lightning was making gurgling noises. Stud, Pat, and Sarge moved over to were Lightning lay.
"Thunder! We'll cover you! Try to help him!" yelled Sarge.
Stud had looked over at Lightning when he had crawled over. He couldn't take his eyes off his brother. Lightning's throat was shredded, and blood was everywhere.
"Stud! Stud! You have to help us here!" yelled Sarge. Stud turned back to the droids, and opened fire. He was mowing droids down all around him, yet it wasn't enough.
"Sarge! His airway is blocked! We need to get him back to the field hospital!" Sarge appeared to be pondering this for a few seconds.
Another man from another squad fell to the enemy's fire. He was hit in the chest, and it looked pretty bad. Stud turned when he heard the wounded man yell. He couldn't take his eyes off him. He kept looking back and forth between Lightning and the other man.
"Stud, Thunder, and Pat, take Lightning and that other man back to the aid station." He crawled over to the other man. "What's your name son?"
"Krieger!" he replied.
"Well Krieger, we're gonna take you back to the aid station! What happened to your Sergeant?"
"KIA! One of the first! At the base of the hill!" the man replied through grunts of pain.
"I'm sorry son! Stud you help this man! Pat, you and Thunder take Lightning up to the aid station!" yelled Sarge. The men quickly moved, and Stud supported Krieger. They crawled up the hill, hoping not to get hit.
Stud took one last look at Sarge and the rest of his squad mates and brothers. Sarge noticed Stud and gave him a salute, which Stud returned. As Stud struggled up the hill, he had a bad feeling that he would never see his squad again. He quickly shook that thought from his head. That would never happen! Would it?
How did you like it? Krieger means warrior in German (correct me if i'm wrong). Will it be the last time Stud sees his sqaud again? Next chapter reveals....it! Review please! How many people are reading this right now (besides the one subscriber)?