Author's Note: Guess what! I'm not dead! Did you think I was dead? I didn't. So...you know how I took forever to update this? Well, part of that is because it took me a week to write the chapter for my Halo story. The other part of that is because going into your Freshman year of highschool is a big change from 8th grade.
I got a review from a new person! Hello, ReluctantlyFangirled. Who are you? Don't answer that. People here on the interwebs can be creepy. I'm glad I convinced you! Of...whatever I convinced you of...
AaylaKitofNiflheim: I'm so psyched that you have a story now! An awesome story! That has all kinds of references! And will soon include everyone's favorite evil, mechanical awesome guy that will cut you in half sooner than accept that he is a terrible father! If you haven't read this story yet, GO READ AND REVIEW IT NOW! I also want a droid chair. Just thought I'd throw that in there.
spikala: I think that droid chairs have the potential to comfortable. I dunno, you'd have to work it around and stuff though. I'm getting to the "Republic Dogs" line, but that comes later.
Mystery99: Okay, since you forgave me...I guess i can forgive you. Yah, this update wasn't soon. At all...
Well, here we go with the story! Yaaaay!
Crash swore again as he tripped on a stick when the slow droid pulled back on its leash and pulled him off balance. Again.
"Alright, someone else gets to drag this bucket around. I'm sick of him!" He said as he disgustedly threw the leash into Dodger's hands.
"I don't want him!" The pilot tried to call back as Crash walked away quick enough that Dodger couldn't give the droid back.
"Does anyone care about what I wa-" both clones cut the droid off with a shouted,
"NO!"
Kit held up a closed fist and both men silenced immediately, gripping their carbines tighter. Kit stepped forward and pointed in two directions, telling Crash to fan out while Dodger took care of their "pet".
Dodger tied the droid up to a tree and took position by the same tree.
Three droids walked toward them, two of them complaining about the squad before them getting lost and the third complaining about being in charge of droids that weren't worth anything.
Kit jumped in front of the droids while Crash ran out behind them and opened fire. Dodger tackled their droid and held his speaker port while the droid tried to yell to the others.
Kit stepped forward and sliced at the first droid, severing the gun in two, and then jumped over its head and behind it, then plunged through its chest. Crash fired three bolts at the last droid. One of them overshot, the second hit it in the stomach while the third hit it in the head.
Kit spun around and cut through the neck of the last remaining droid.
"We've got to be getting close. These patrols are getting more frequent." Dodger said as he and the droid came up to Kit and Crash.
"That could be because we keep killing all the patrols we see. But I don't think that a commander of a droid base would waste this many droids checking up on other dead droids." Kit answered.
"Um, Republic Sleemos? Am I the only one that hears that?" The droid spoke up.
"What the kriff are you talking about, Larry?" Crash said with a glare to the robot.
"I'm talking about the sound of a Hailfire and at least two platoons of droids coming towards us." Larry said, shaking his head.
The three men were silent for a moment before Dodger said,
"Oh Kriff."
Author's Note: I'm finally updating! It's taken so long, but here it is! Did you like it? I hope so. I keep doing these stupid "cliffhanger" things that aren't actually cliffhangers. It's kind of annoying. Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!