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"What the fuck is this planet called? It's not Zygerria for sure." Soldier asked as he went outside Recusant-class "Well", dressed in Antarctic Parka and Hardium Helmet cosmetic items alongside eighteen B1 battle droids.
"This arctic planet is called Gigor. The local people are often enslaved for their strenght and size." Said commander droid
"Uhh, Sir? I see some species take other species into captivity." Said one of the droids, pointing out in front of the group.
"Stop them! ATTTAAAAAACCKKK!!!" Violently screamed war veteran, dashing forward towards group of Zygerrians who were busy enslaving a group of Yeti-like native population.
"I..." Said Soldier, activating his Batsaber and piercing the face of nearest Zygerrian who tried to stop him with a laser pistol. "...Hate..." He continued, throwing the dead corpse into one of the engines of small transporter ship located nearby, immobilizing the ship while himself throwing his Half-Zatoichi at chains in which white giants were captivated which broken upon impact. "...Slavery!" He ended, decapitating two Zygerrians with one slash, sending their heads flying. "And that is how you win!" He proclaimed, giving this part to now freed natives, from which some were wearing a cybernetic masks.
"We're greatful in the name of all Grigorians for your help, but how we can show our greatfulness?" Asked done of the masked heavly haired species.
"Stay absolutely loyal to Confederacy of Independent Systems and their leader, who is currently a Count Dooku." Said Doe, taking out is communicater ond granting him to the man. "Thanks to this you can communicate with him and many other people all across the galaxy. Also..." He added, pointing behind him to the left where B1 battle droids places multiple crates of E5 blaster rifles. "...keep yourself safe of enslavers by weaponisation of your kind and take care." He said, as they both make a greatful handshake.
(around half an hour later.)
"Allright, I have constructed the plan to destroy the enemy." Said Soldier to group of droid officers who gather around him on the commanding deck of Recusant-class "Hoodoo", while the fleet was traveling in hyperspace. "We will perform a planetary-wide bombardment of military targets from planet's orbit. After that we will drop ourselves onto the ground and liberate the slaves in first place. All other targets come next!" He announced, dropping his fist onto the table, giving his droids a sense of fear.
"Roger, roger. We'll begin preparations rignt now!" Informed one of commander droids as briefing was dismissed and everyone went in their own direction.
"I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days." Said RED Soldier voice inside the head of BLU Soldier, giving the last one a headache.
"Bastard. All he did with bread was almost killing his entire team. I need to be better than him and establish american ideals in this place." BLU Soldier thought, as he begin to obsessively do using himself on bread. "Wait a second." He said, turning on his holographic communicator and displaying a planet of Zygerria, on which he gave a big notice of friendly towards plants and farming in general climate.
"New wea- bread?" Doe was conflicted within the waterfall called his thinking process. "No, wait." His mind called him put again, as he saw a vision of bread falling in carpet bombing on starving citizens of Republic systems. "YES!" He suddenly shouted as if he was a seasoned football fan, scaring two droids passing by.
"Sir?" Asked him one of the droids.
"No need to worry OM 8683969. I have a spark of american genius!" Said Soldier before running forward with a Garry's Mode physics to unknown location, leaving two droids confused.
"At least he remembers my name. I'm the best!" Said first droid with happy, robotic voice.
"Of course you of all droids would say that, sellout." Boasted second one, insulted by pride of his brother in arms.
Meanwhile on the desert planet of Mirial, BLU team fleet has landed and set up a camp, at which everyone was getting reorganized. And while small group took on themselves task of exploring this distant region in order to find escaping Republic troopers and contact local communities, most of them enjoyed a life of temporar garnisson forces.
"Almost..." Said one of B1 droids, aiming at cutboard imitatioms of clones, that were placed on provisional target range. "... Blast them!" He suddenly shouted, firing a series of shots from his E5 blaster rifle, which all missed and left them untouched.
"Wow! What a terrible shot!" Said another droid, coming from his left.
"Oh well, that's my programming." Said first one, scratching his forehead.
"Programming? Maybe you should grab some skill?" Asked him Sniper, coming with his Hitman's Heatmaker in right hand and Bazzar Bargain the left.
"Who needs skill when we can just luckly shot someome." Said second droid, the necessity of this action.
"Skill always beats luck." Responed Sniper, while Heavy was repedeately swapping between A-pose and T-pose in the background.
"Okay, fair point. How can I get this skill?" Asked first droid, impressed by the background display, that few other droids aredy begin to analyse out of pure boredom.
"Come with me, mates." Said australian, as he and both droids went towards the Rocky part of the desert.
"Oh, come on!" Said Scout, as we joined five B1 battle droid who were absorbes by Heavy's issues.
"Commander Scout, Commander Demoman! What do we do?" Asked us one of droids, seemingly terrified by this showcase of power.
"Let him do this. It's just the way of asceding within our merc ranks without force interruption." Said bostonian weasel, calming the droids down.
"Now how about we dance conga?" I asked the group for no reason.
"Oh hell yes! Join us boys!" Said Scout, as our group of seven went to make a conga line.
"Mmmph?" Pyro ask himself as he entered the force vision, wondering what stupid shit he will see this time. This time the first image he saw was a same mirialan girl of whom he was given a plushie of, fell down under the rubble of collapsing factory on Geonosis." Muhha, Mmuph." Masked pyromaniac confirmed, before the next image showed up and presented bread falling from the sky and covering the sun. "Muhuhuhu, mmmphh?" He said confused before being forcefully turnined around and seeing Soldier with Prince Tarvish Crown cosmetic on his head. "Hudda, huhha..." He said with disappointment, since this cosmetic was reserved only for Demoman, whick maked the image even dummer.
"Muhh Mh Hmmm?" Said Pyro, saying his version of 'what the hell?' before the vision have ended and finding himself on his bed instead of middle of the room where he should be, to which he mumbled beyond narrator's skills so no words on this one.
Look at this monkey." Said Sniper, as he and two droids were watching a Rancor chasing few people that did not looked like clones from top of the large and lone hill, with their temporal base two miles behind them.
"I see commander. Should we blast him?" Asked the first droid.
"Yes, but from this hill and this hill only." Responed Sniper, taking out The Classic and aiming it at Rancor's head. "Fire at him as he approaches. He will try to get you from front without any steps to dodge, just as all animals do. Basically the easiest target." Said Australian sharpshooter, instructing two droids on the art of killing from far away while also spotting observed Rancor to catch up to escaping locals. "Now, I'm shooting first, then we all three blast him as he will approach us." He said, shooting from his weapon which perfectly went on beast left eye instead of lightsaber-proof skin thanks to force inhancing his aim. "Now we execute this plan!" He announced, reloading his Classic while droids obeyed and also took their blaster up to shoot.
"Stop this." Said Spy, slapping Heavy on his face which broke him free from doing stupid poses.
"Thank you!" Russian man said, earning an disappointed glare from his french friend.
"Come here boys!" A voice of Engineer coming from inside the "Dustbowl 2" was heard, which was followed by few droids making a line lone enough to stand outside the ship.
"What now?" Asked Spy, taking out new cigarette to replace the old one.
"Engie is upgrading some of our droids to make them modernized and more combat skilled." Said Ivan, coming in with Medic, both having their hands busy with holding heavly wounded and predumeably dead corpses of random clone trooper.
"What the hell? Where did you find this body?" Asked Spy, seriousley irritated.
"Oh, you know, on a desert." Said Medic, going into funny attitude with his expression.
"And you brought it here?" Frenchman asked.
"Indeed. We even discovered that at this clone has a large chip inside his head, which is directly connected to his brain." Crazy doctor said, being in ave of his strange discovery.
"Chip inside genetically made soldiers? In that case I'm sorry for being angry at first. We need to find out what these guys have in their brains! It's cruciual for our survival." Spy took initiative, absolutely aware of the fact that in the end this made clone army the same on level of control as droid army.
"I have already manage to made a laboratory inside the "Dustbowl 1", come with me." Said german doctor, after which all four went towards the said ship.
"These are the facts and I under stand them." Said Soldier to his soldiers grouped at slowly opening hangar doors of "Hoodoo" , as he and his fleet came into the orbit of Zygerria. "One, I am not afraid of no ghosts. Two, slavery is bad. Three, ATTAAACK!" He suddenly changed his tone of introducting speech as he equiped a full Airborne Armamemts loadout and rocket jumped out of the ship, flying down towards the Zygerrian palace. "No slavery and no monarchy will stop me!" He proudly shouted, aiming himself at the top of the building and taking out the Market Gardner in order to have a advantage on start after storming into the building. "Blammo!" He triumphally shouted as he flew inside the higheat condignation of the building, breaking not only glass window, but also a decent chunk of wall and necks of two Zygerrian guard in process.
"What is that?!" Asked terrified feminine voice, who Soldier recognized as Zygerrian queen after rising his head and seeing her behind her desk with two other guards.
"Woman do not belong into the goverment!" Shouted madman, taking out the Reserve Shooter and taking three fast shots, effectively piercing the chests off all his targets.
"You're dead that's good, amen." Said Soldier before swapping to Liberty Launcher and running downstairs to find any other resistance.
"Sir! We have almost capture all targets and places on this planet, but we can't breach the fortress in southern part of the capital!" Informed him one of commander droids, while he was busy blowing up rest of resistance inside the tower.
"I'm coming there, I am finishing cleaning up of this place, but I want all Hailfire droids delpoyed and all ships prepared for orbital bombardment before I arrive." Soldier response, reloading the clip and running downstairs to the exit.
(Ten minutes later.)
"Here I am, are you all ready?" Asked Soldier, as he came on the rooftop of on of local building high enough to provider good look at the Zygerrian Slave Empire fort, whose grey and white walls make him sickly angry.
"We have a communication with resistance leader." Informed commander droid, giving him the holographic communication on which a male Zygerrian with a pink bird on his shoulder was seen.
"My name is Darts D'Nar, and I am ready to cooperation with Confe-" He begin to introduce himself but was interrupted by Soldier stomping the ceeling he was on with his foot
"I cannot be bargan with, I cannot be reason with. You will now die under my superior firepower." Said Doe in absolutely robotic voice before ending the transmission. "Fire!" He commanded, upon which all Hailfire droids and ship cannons opened their bombardment at the fort, making explosions and blasts so intense that nothing could be seen from the place where the fort was. "Do not stop until the ammunition is ended." Ordered Soldier, as he watched with relief the explosions he commited. "Only thing I don't like about it is that Demoman doesn't see this." He commented, with his smile slightly curning down.
"Don't worry captain! We have this action fully recorded from the start! It will be broadcasted as sign of CIS will." Informed one of droids at the place who had with himself a holographic camera, which recorded a whole thing.
"Son, I am proud of you." Said Soldier in response towards the droid, who only saluted, giving the camera to one of his companioms near him. "But now we can stop. I don't want to use all the ammunition here." Jane Doe ordered, stopping the overwhelming fire.
"Well, the opposition is... Destroyed. What now captain?" Asked the commander droid.
"...bread for three days." Said Soldier inner thoughts, giving him his hidden 'dark' ideas.
"We will turn Zygerria from slave empire with no foundation... To bread empire with my foundation." Said men in question, turning around and taking out his Market Gardener. "This shovel will dug up farming fields preety nicely." He added, walking away from confused droid.
"Count Dooku, I have sucessfully taken control over Zygerria and ensured that it will be loyal member of Confederacy. I thursly request a full and absolute permissions for the planet to join our Senate and allow it to export food to all planets within our system, which must include all starving people within our control. Even Twi'leks and homeworld populations of planets under control of Techno Union or Commerce Guild. That is an order in order to save us all!" Said towards me Soldier with unseen even in Griveous engagement, as he have his status report combined with list of unorthodox but yet reasonable demands that were fitting my vision of the galaxy as I wanted to see it.
"This will be arranged in prior matter, commander. As for now, please continue your part of operation within your team in north-west Outer Rim." I calmly responded, not even being mad at his pretensional since I knew that on his place I would do the same.
"Roger roger." He responed before the contact was ended.
"Hmm..." I thought as I sat again on my chair and make my hands into a pyramid. "The Blue Team are essentially worth keeping. Since the loss of Malevoleance Griveous has rather mixed winning rates and sometimes even acts on his own and in disobedience of orders. And while he's just too good to be taken away from supreme command over military it is necessary to have some alternatives such as Asajj Ventress, Admiral Trench or BLU team." I thought, analysing how much losses have been recovered thanks to coming of nine blue-themed mercenaries. "I guess after they finish the campain in their current operational zone I will assign them to front where they will tip the balance in our favor." I decided, looking at the map, where planets of Raydonnia and Phibdar were shown. "They did make a valid point about consolidation of our teritory. And since they have two and half out of six planned planets in total within two days of fighting..." I thought, taking a parts of my next step with great energy coming from new options. "...we will have a lot of advantage after they deal with their part. But besides that I'm still conflicted about one thing..." I continued my inner monolouge, looking deep into my own desires. "Why Soldier wants to export bread so much?"
"Sir! This was a great idea!" Said to me one of the droids as we stood in front of eyeless Rancor corpses.
"I told ya this will work, wankers." I replied, snarling under my breath.
"Umm..." Added second one. "Some people are coming towards us. What should we do?" He asked, as I also saw few black figures from the low distance.
"We shall greet them as guests. This isn't Separatist planet yet." I decided, going forward while two B1's followed me as bodyguards.
"Thank you for saving us from this beast." Said to me person on the front, most likely a group leader.
"This is my job, Sir. Professionals like me have high standards." I responded, playing a 'selflessly humble' person.
"A job you say?" Asked the man, who I finally have higher attention. The man was having a olive skin and purple eyes, while his face was tatooed in black shields which I assumed as local culture.
"Yes. My previous job was a meecenary sniper, but now I am military commander within Confederacy of Independent Systems." I said, as my two droids make few steps forward so they could stand in straight line with me.
"And let me guess. You want us to join this Confederacy?" Asked the man.
"To be honest with ya, yes. But I'm doing this mostly because it's a part of my job. Besides, forceful occupation is not a alternative worth anything for us all." I answered his question, going into risky negotiation strategy of making things clear.
"In that case we will join you under one condition." Said the man, taking me by suprise. "Some strange people in white armor are recently running around and trying to force us into submission. But we can't defeat them because they have too much weaponary." He explained, as one woman behind him showed us a picture that resembled a clone trooper.
"No worries! They're our enemy too." I said, making the only thing that was left for me to do before we make a ceremonial handshake. No other words were Needed besides one question. "Now please, tell me." I said to him. "Where are the enemies?"
"What are the news from our front?" I asked, while standing with Demoman on the deck of "Dustbowl 3".
"It's great my lad! Soldier has conquered planets of Gigro and Zygerria to help us! And Sniper has convinced locals to help too." My drink friend responded, as he somehow activated holograph which showed us a provisional base that Republic forces build relatively close to us.
"Allright... Demo! You go with Sniper and twelwe thousand battle droids to beat them up! Rest will stay here as help if you two had some trouble." I ordered.
"Aye! I tell ya if I needed help Heavy!" Demo responded before the place.
"Hehehe..." I laughed a bit before using the active table to look at planet called Ruuria. "I have plan!" I thought with tone of maniacal evil lord.
"I am ready!" Said Demonan, taking his Splendid Screen and Eyelander, then swapping Loose Cannon to Bootlegger.
"Let's go lads!" Followed him Sniper, gathering the droids and Mirialan militia. "Now, we will go and take cower to avoid unnecessary losses." He said, picking up his Cozy Camper on the back, stock Sniper Rifle in hand and Tribalsman Shev alongside mandatory Batsaber attached to belt that holded his pants.
"The opponent is in range of eyesight!" Informed one of commander droids, as the camping clones were spotted, their white armor helping with that because of cloudless sky, bright sun and sand being only type of ground in the region.
"Let's go blast these morons! Me and Demo will take on the Jedi." Shouted Mundy, as combined forces of Separatists and Mirialand run towards the positions of what remained of 9th Siege Corps after the space battle from thirteen hours ago.
"Doctor, what did you found?" I asked Medic, as me, him and Ivan were talking about the discovery without Heavy, who left to operate the action of Kalazan Dimm's operation group.
"I have managed to take out the chip from the dead body, but now Engineer has to make further checks on data and processors it contains, which will require time." Informed teutonic man of medicine, walking in circles. "So far, since we are also fighting with rest of 9th Siege Corps on this planet, we will surely gain more clones to operate with after we take out their chips so we will be able to confirm whenever or not they have any purpouse." He added, rubbing his chin with left hand.
"Since we are currently stalled on this plot, I will go to Heavy and do my duty." Said Ivan after a while of silence, leaving me and Medic alone in the corridor.
"Say, Spy..." He then asked me with evil voice. "How about we go check what's going on at other fronts?" He asked me with deviousley upbeat voice.
"But of course." I calmly responded, always happy at the chance of knowing more about the reality I'm in.
"There can be onlllyyyy ooooonnnne!" Demoman yelled, decapitating another head of clone trooper with his sword, as the battle opened for good and Republic was overruned by bigger, more diverse, more organised and posessing more 'bosses' forces.
"Eat this ya mongrel!" Cursed Sniper, grabbing a quickscope kill thanks to the force enhancing his already amaizing sniping skills.
"Aye! You imcompetent gnome!" Demoman called out, spotting a blonde human in a brown tunic who must have been Kalazan Dimm impaling a Mirialan man with his blue lightsaber. "AAAAAGGGGHHH! Black scottish cyclops added, charging at the Jedi from his left and smashing him away with a shield bash, then using his left hand to force choke him as he walked closer.
"One, twooo..." Tarvish begin to count, spinning his sword in the right hand to perform a taunt kill on a Jedi Master. "...Three!" He suddenly shouted swinging his sword and cutting the Jedi in half, then throwing the upper part of him at the head of clone trooper who was about to shot at the Sniper.
"God save the Count!" Shouted Sniper, charging torward and giving few clones bleeding with his meele in a process.
"Are we done?" Asked Demo, cutting vertically another white helem with t-shaped dark visor.
"I don't think so." Responded Australian/Newzealander, earning another headshot. "But it seems they... Give up?" He then asked, as three last clones have dropped their weapons and kneeled before other forces.
"Stop fighting!" Ordered Demoman, to which all combatants obeyed. "These three are taken to custody by us! But all corpses and weapons of fallen enemies are yours for self defence and dealing with soulless monsters!" He shouted, giving the reasonable compromise which satisfied rather unwilling to revenge Mirialans.
"Okay lads, what are your names?" Asked Sniper, as droids took all three clones into arrest.
"CT-8638-9823. Callsign Bear." Introduced himself first one with unsure face.
"CT-0909-2233-20, but people call me Esper." Added second one, sighing at the end.
"CT-22-7872-9891. Call me Maverick." Said third one, a bit suprised by separatist leader showing to him and his two brothers.
"Let's take them with us, also remember to leave here a small garnisson to help our friends." Ordered Demoman as all warriors of winning separatist forces went back to their homes and ships.
"Medic! Engie! Spy! We have three new clones to lose their mind control slave systems!" Said Demoman as he stormed into "Dustbowl 1", where all three said mercs were waitning for anything to do.
"Three clones. You're going to today loss inhibitor chips from insides of your heads." Calmly said Spy, as three captive clone troopers entered the ship.
"Don't worry my brave man. The procedure will only sting for a moment." Said Medic, hiding his Vita-Saw behind his back.
"I guess we will do this man." Said Maverick.
"Was a shame to serve with you two." Added Esper, causing first one to flinch.
"In that case I'll go first." Decided Bear, to which he, Medic and Engineer went towards the medical station on the ship.
"As for you two." Said Spy, accompanied by eight droids. "These guys will keep you safe, for now I have to goverm my team and took off from this planet." He said, leaving them as he went towards the ship's bridge."
"What now, Esper? Going to attempt to escape?" Asked Maverick, doubting the idea of his companion.
"Maybe. I'm not becoming traitor to the Republic for sure." Stubborn clone replied.
"Hey guys! Listen! Have your chips removed, seriousley!" Shouted Bear, as he came out of the Medic's lab.
"I believe you man. My turn please." Said Maverick, taking his turn.
"Of course my freund, come in." Replied Medic himself, adding his homeworld accent.
"Hey lads, how is it going?" Asked Sniper as he and Scout casually came in to visit three clones.
"Esper is loyal to the Republic, Maverick has his chip being removed as I speak and I want to join you guys." Said Bear, as All three named characters in place male suprised faces.
"Sure thing pal!" Joyously shouted Jeremy, throwing the team swapping clone two E5 blaster rifles that the unit had in stock. "I'm makin sure you'te gonna like this!" He added.
"You're just gonna change sides?" Both Sniper and Esper asked, asbolutely in denial of what was happening.
"Losing the chip make me indeed free from control, but not from memories." Said clone tropper. "And now as I look at my life so far... I just see how much of a same man I am to the droids." He said, turning to face the droids who still guarded Esper.
"Thanks, man. You're as much of a good clanka as I am." Said one of them in happy, robotic tone.
"Bear?" Asked Maverick, as he also came out of the medical lab. "Is BLU recruting right now?" He asked, looking over the group.
"Yes we do." Answer his question Scout, granting him amother two E5 blaster rifles. "You're blue now, that's my attack." He added in his usual nonsence that ends well 90% of the time.
"How about you, Esper?" Asked Sniper, looking over third clone.
"Go to hell." Sharply replied clone.
"So I'm saving your life and you are thanking me in this way? Fine then." Said insulted Mundy, quickly switching to his batsaber and stabbing the clone into the heart.
"Whoa, whoa, who!" Panicked Scout, unfamiliar with Sniper being a vengeful person.
"Sorry mate, bushman rules." Replied to his Australian/Newzealander, as he deactivated his weapon and let the body go on the floor. "Since we dealt with Republicans on this planet and make situation clear, we can proceed towards Ruuria and then Cadomai Prime! Onwards!" He sudennly shifted his tone and left the scene, going towards sthe deck.
"Oh guys, sorry about your brother." Said one of the droids to two clones.
"No problem dude. He wasn't even all that good." Said Bear, calming the droids and Scout down.
"Speaking of him, where is the body?" Asked Maverick, spotting he fact that body of Esper have disappeared.
"Medic, Engineer and Spy are very pumped at your chips and want to analyze them in all ways possible, especially the data inside and how it affects the organic matter who has it mounted inside it's brain." Explained Scout, as whole group rolled slowly down the hallway. "You already seen Medic, Soldier is currently at Zygerria and rest you will met soon."
"This is how the president must feel like all the time." Whispered Soldier, as he watched the endless grounds of Zygerria being turned into a new source of food for galaxy. "Even if I die, George Washington will be pleased for my abolitionism and work down to the ground." He said, making a bad pun in a process. "But now I have to leave this ethnically diverse, equal, happy world that is the closest thing I may have to America ever again. The duty calls me." Soldier added to himslef as he loaded himself onto the deck of "Well". "Having Both of my Acclamators being repainted and giben duties of food transport makes my forces weaker, which doesn't include even the fact of having a small garnisson to stay here. All I have now is two Recusent-class, two thousand Hailfires and five thousand B1 battle droids." Said Jane Doe to himself, doubting his abilities to pull off the suicidal plan." Even if I don't manage to take over Bonadan, I must conquer Cantonica! George Washington never lost! Jesus never lost! Patton never lost! If winning's good enough for those war heroes it's damn well good enough for me!" Internally shouted patriotic madman, slowly but surely descending to actual madness.
Madness that was about to terrify The Senate itself...
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