Greg knowing the creatures was inside the main hanger decided to check the three large squat hangers first. Splitting the droids into their respective squad's one for each hanger, a Droidica going with Alpha, Bravo, and Greg with Charlie.

As the droids opened the doors and moved in they were greeted by… nothing.

Word came in from Bravo first "Hanger two is clear of hostiles."

Alpha of Hanger one was a moment behind them "Hanger one is inaccessible."

Confused at Alphas announcement Greg called "Hanger three is clear, Alpha im on my way hold your position."

His eyes now free from looking for threats again looked through the hanger and Greg felt his jaw drop at the sight of a pair of Delta-7 Jedi interceptors both with a brown robed body hanging sprawled on it. Surrounding them was sprawled out in piles or by themselves were several dozen white clad clone troopers. Looking at the skeletal remains of the Jedi one was an adult and the other looked to be an older child or teenager both looked human enough so their species was hard to figure out.

Patting down their robes Greg found their lightsabers one green and two shorter blue ones, a small handful of credits, holocron, and ID chits showing their identities as Jedi the adult was a male Sephi while the child was human. Looking over the bodies and the fighters it was clear they were trying to escape the base when order 66 went out before being gunned down from all sides.

Looking over the bodies he could see blast scorches from where their own blasters shots had been redirected into them. Greg went from body to body looking them over counting as he went by time he finished the final count was sixty six dead troopers. Greg shakes his head again at the waste as he walks out allowing his droids to police the bodies and goes to check out the other hangers.

Bravo hanger was bare not even a crate. Motioning Bravo squad followed them.

As soon as Greg arrived he noticed the door control panel was in pieces from what looked to be a blaster strike leaving the hanger closed and secured. From the top of the hanger where the segmented door would have rolled inside to open was a small automated turret that was silently moving erratically but not firing. Better safe now than sorry later Greg thinks and he shoots and destroys the turret.

Now for the door he thinks quickly tapping out a command on his datapad. A few minutes pass before a pair of Pit repair droids come running over and immediately got to work on the broken access panel with several back and forth buzzing conversations. Within a few minutes a simple duel push buttons was in place and operational. The droids took up position just in case as Greg hit the first button and a faint light could be seen from the seam of the door. Then he hit the second button and the door started rolling up.

Greg's jaw dropped so hard it popped in his ears it was pristine they were all pristine…

At the center of the hanger was a LAAT Gunship one in much better condition than the one he had awoken next to on Lothal its two beam ball turrets sitting open ready to be manned. Its stubby wings loaded with four small missiles.

As his gaze widened he nearly collapsed with amazement at seeing so many of the clone wars fighters he loved watched dogfight to the left of the LAAT was a pair of ARC-170s their canopies sitting open and inviting on one side were a pair of GNK power droids long since dead their power depleted on the other a series of crates he would have to look at later.

Turing to the right side of the hanger he grinned at seeing the three bright yellow Y-wing bombers with a cart sitting next to the center bomber loaded with what looked like mortar shells, the sign attached to the front of the cart helpfully saying Proton Torpedo's X50 surrounding them were several fuel barrels and power droids likewise out of power.

As Greg grinning like a kid on Christmas looking at everything rounded the LAAT he saw something that made him stop and whistle. Sitting just out of sight behind the hulk of the gunship was four V-19 Torrents. looking at them hell im surprised any of these made it to the end of the war I can't remember seeing them after like season three of the clone wars by then they had all been replaced on screen anyway by ARCs, V-wings, and the Z95s.

Greg looked from the pair of hangers to the main base door and decided this was enough.

"All squads salvage ops complete let's strip everything down and get it stored." Greg called over the Comms. Battle droids pulled security as the small army of Pit droids started disassembling all of the craft loading everything onto the Speedy as I stood and talked with Hera and Sabine watching as the steady stream of parts and crates are loaded.

For the next thirty minutes we all chat about nothing really as the treasure hanger was emptied. When the Jedi fighters were disassembled and brought out it reminded me.

Looking to Hera I said "those two Jedi fighters." she looked at them and then Greg as he continued "I found these with their pilots." holding out the trio of lightsabers and pair of holocron's. Her eyes widened "I have it on good authority from a couple of…shall we say friends who were embedded with the main ground forces base on Lothal's southern island chain before the base was…" with a wide grin they both saw "…lost to the empire. You know a resistance leader known as Fulcrum." at this Hera's eyes narrowed while Sabine's widened.

They didn't get the chance to say anything as a large pack of warbling roars came echoing out from the main base entrance we all turned to look just in time to see several sets of yellow predatory eyes looking at us.

"Is your shuttle fixed and fueled up?" Greg asked pulling the heavy blaster rifle off his back and falling into a firing ready stance the dwarf spiders noticing and coming up to stand between them and the opening followed quickly by the Droidicas the other droids also moved to take up positions but I stopped them "finish the loading the moment everything is aboard we are out of here." the pilot Super took off at a run up the ramp to start preflight checks as the B1s and B2s all helped move the last ship closer to the ramp as the Pits all continued to strip the fighter as it moved.

"We are almost done fueling the phantom up another five minutes and we will be ready to go." Hera replied as she and Sabine also drew their pistols.

Just in time Greg thought as a large asteroid blocked out the sun and the spiders started firing their powerful laser cannon burning holes straight through the four legged creatures. Moments later the Droidicas repeating blaster cannons opened up. The girl's blasters opened up as more and more of them came their weak bolts doing nothing but stunning them. That and pissing them off until the more powerful blasters burned a hole through them.

1:00…:59….:58

"Spider1 fall back and board." Greg called the droid beeped affirmative and continued to fire as it fell back all the way until it stepped onto the ramp and ascended.

27….26…..25

"We should start falling back so we are ready the moment the phantom is fully fueled and ready." Greg called out.

Hera nodded and begin stepping back all the while continuing to fire.

Just as the timer went off the asteroid begin creeping out of the way the creatures screamed and ran back inside watching and waiting for the next chance to attack.

"Quick everyone load up let's get out of here!" Hera called.

"No arguments from me." Greg said turning as his droids rolled and walked quickly up the ramp Spider2 rising quickly into the ship as well.

As they lifted off they were swallowed by a massive shadow the rock that cast it was nearly the size of a Star Destroyer. Looking down at the base hundreds of creatures swarmed out in the hopes of getting to us. Failing that they started ripping into the dozens of dead we left behind.

Before they both disappeared into hyperspace Greg messaged the Phantom "I'll see you at Tarkin town."