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Lauren Thorn: I don't really know when Spy and Aayla will have their moment, since making even a decent love story requires a lot of build up. As for Scout and Barris, this theme will come up in the later part of the story, if you're intrested when exacly then read again the sections where Pyro has force visions. Also, while having other characters have their own girls sounds good I don't have any ideas that make any sense (I mean, I could just spin a wheel and give the winning option Ahsoka, but she is the character that is chosen almost always when any love story happens in the fanfic and I want to stay original.). So unless you - or anyone who follows this story. - Gives me any ideas that make any sense, it's not an option.
And here is new chapter:
"So this is Ryloth?" I asked as I looked outside the window of Firespray-31 on the green-Gray planet surface from long distance, going to the landing zone at planet's capital.
"Yes it is. Techno Union took a lot of effort to exploit locals." Added Maverick doing the same thing while commentong the state of the planet.
"What do we don now?" Asked Bear, slapping his left hand at his knee, while the right one stayed at the stere. "This isn't just a random general that can be disposed at any time. This is a leader of major military fraction who has a lot of leverage on the Dooku. And while we do come here to execute his will, we shouldn't approach him with clear demands at the start." He said, talking about the difficulty of the mission.
"Well. If we face him with Dooku himself he will eventually refuse his orders, which will gave us a reason to dispatch him for a good of Confederacy in public." Said Spy, coming up with solution natural for his large secret mission skillset. "But we need to contact our Count about it. Maverick, go to the cargo bay and tell our overlord about it." He ordered his other clone, to which he saluted and walked outside the cockpit.
"Hmm... I'm putting the transmission in." Informed Bear as his teammate went out of the section.
"Go on." Commanded Spy, ready for the contact.
"Greetings, Commander Spy." Greeted him a metalic voice of Skakoan. "I do hope that you came to me by personal order of Count Dooku himself." He asked, lowering his tone with mechanical knobs on front of his pressure suit.
"Indeed I did, my Emir." Said Spy, faking his pledging towards proud leader of Techno Union. "Hovewer, I also came to discuss... Important order directly from Count Dooku himself." He added, playing seemingly dangerous game of assuming executive power outside of his competence.
"Direct orders you say? Meet me at my palace in Lessu, here we will discuss these... Orders of his." Skakoan said before ending the call.
"Spy?" Asked Maverick right after the end of transmission.
"Go on, we have just ended." Informed Spy, taking out new cigarette.
"Count Dooku decided to personally help us with this special task in person. If we need back up we can alwaya call him for support of his cause." Said clone trooper, to which both Spy and Bear make confident faces.
"This... This already ensures partial succes." Commented Jacques, liting up his smoking device. "Now get ready, we need to have a look of secret agents after all." He said, puting a fedora on his head.
"Okay, let's See how did we approach the situation." Said Sniper, taking a look at holographic board mounted on "Dustbowl 1"
"All three Munificents are on the left wing in mumeral order with all commanders on this ship, while both Recusants are on the right wing." Said Ivan, taking to the notice how the commanders were set across the army.
"Exiting hyperspace... Now!" Informed one of pilot droids as the fleet came out above the system of Celegia, where Republice fleet happen to be stationed.
"Whta are the opponemt forces?" Asked Sniper, unwilling to risk too much bu trusting his instincts.
"Four Venators, sir. It seems to be Galactic Marines under command of Jedi Master Ki-Adi-Mundi and Clone Commander Bacara." Said Ivan, looking over the computers on the ship's bridge.
"In that case we will approach them slowly and carefully. We don't want to lose our man and our ships for nothing." Decided Mundy, taking on himself role of person in charge.
"Roger, roger. We're sending the instructions." Informed one of pilots, givinv away orders to other ships.
"Whas is the plan?" Asked Soldier, as he and rest of the team rushed to the command place to see the situation at hand.
"The Republic... Attacks?" Said in disbelief Sniper seeimg four Venators go forwards to meet him while three Acclamators jumped out of Hyperspace behind the Republic forces.
"They are a cover for the troop transport!" Shouted Soldier in realisation.
"Indeed, indeed they are." Said Heavy, seeing what was happening. "Let our two Recusants attack the Venatir that is closest to them. Send out all of our fighters and bombers for the support of our ships." Russian Heavy Weapons Guy ordered, swiftly taking the role of high commander from Sniper. "Scout, Pyro! Go attack the ships with desant droids! We will try to abordage them and wait for Recusants to help after they destroy their own target!" Misha said, giving away the orders.
"I'm going for the space combat to escort them!" Informed Sniper as all three went out of the room towards the hangars.
"How do you think fellas, can we win?" Asked Engineer, looking at the beginning of the battle.
"Only if we do our parts properly." Said Soldier. "Move up shields to 85%, all other power to right side laser cannons and engines!" He shouted right after, making the command ship accelerate and take am attempt to flank the far-right Venator.
"Greetings, commander. I'm sure are glad that I'm the one to greet you here." Annoumced Wat Tambor, as Spy, Bear and Maverick walked inside his throne room, a room filled with Twi'leak slaves and security B1 battle droids.
"Greetings to you to, Emir." Said Spy, as he and two clone walked up to him.
"Since we have the official part behind us we can talk about the... Orders of yours." Said Skakoan, deviousley changing his tone for serious intimidation.
"Well, we may aswell hear them in person. We do not want to misinterpretate him after all." Said Maverick, taking out his holographic transponder from which a small imitation of Count Dooku himself.
"High Leader! How can I welcome your emgagement in the process?" Asked leader of Techno Union, suprised by seeing his superior actively engaged.
"I want you to leave this planet IMMEDIEATELY back to governing Techno Union in person. You're wasting your time on harassment of Ryloth population and, truth be told, you're breaking the core ideals the separatist movement is concentrated around!" Darth Tyranus said, striking fear and hope inside the salevs gathered in the room.
"I have conqured this planet on behalf of MY Techno Union and this planet is under MY govern!" Argued sludge man, expressing his anger at the loss of his planet.
"You conquered this planet with army of Confederacy, not of Techno Union. This planet was given to you on my behalf Tambor, not because you said so and usurped it." Dooku retored, still keeping his calm while regulating anger inside him, a very not-sith behavior if you ask me (narrator).
"Grrr... Never! Guards, execute them!" Shouted Skakoan, finally snapping and putting in motion alst part of Dooku's plan.
"Wait, wait, wait. We shouldn't revolt against our highest superior." Said one of the droids.
"Hey, you're right! That's against our programming." Added second one as all droids turned themselves against shocked Emir.
"Pee-ka bo!" Quickly said Spy as he knocked the opposing person out with hand chop move. "Have him arrested and send to the local prison until new orders about him arrive. Have each and every single one person and material good released and given back to owners respectively. No exceptions." Spy ordered, as two clone and droids released the Twi'leks from chains and ropes around their hands and legs.
"Excellent work, Spy. I would like you to stay here until the situation is stabilised. Zygerrian bread is on it's way." He added, having the sounds of Separatist Acclamator engines as confirmation.
"By the way Count. I need you to ask something very... Important later, if you allow." Said Spy towards his superior, showing a face expression of determined sorrowness.
"The wish is granted. You deserve it for liberation two planets and resisting a group of three jedi and two clone commanders at one without taking a hit." Replied Dooku, giving him a proud look before the transmission ended.
"Bear, Maverick. Give new instructions for our forces. Whatever Wat Tambor did must be undone and fixed at once!" Jacques ordered, submitting his temporal rule over the planet.
"Yes Sir!" Responded both clone and droids, getting themselves to free the enslaved population.
"Let's do this!" Said Scout in joy, as he jumoed inside desant capsule alongside Pyro and few B1 battle droids.
"Way ahead of you, mates!" Sniper send his reply, jumping inside his own Firespray-31 who were recently given toercs as personal fighters/space transport.
"He we gooo..." Said one of the droids as capsule closed itself from the outside and was launched at incredibely high sooed into the opposing fleet, impacting one of it's assume targets and bursting inside the ship.
"Yaaagghh! Go, go, go!" Shouted Scout, kicking out the capsule doors and running into the corridor with Boston Basher, impaling and piercing multiple clones on his way.
"Hud-daaa!" Shouted Pyro, as he took out Flare Gun and Powerjack befor running into opposite direction while droids split in two and followed their commanders.
"General! Our far-left and far-right ships are under attack!" Shouted one of clone towards his jedi general as the crew of Ki-Adi-Mundi's flagship was chaoticly trying to approach the situation inside the bridge.
"We have to push them all! Charge at them and blast at will!" Shouted Commander Bacara, giving pretty natural for his unit order of frontal charge.
"Commander. I need you to overwiet the situation. I'm going to the frontline." Informed cerean jedi, before taking his lightsaber in hand and running straight out of the room.
"All units! I'm in charge now! Report to me any change of situation on the front." Clone commander said via transponder to other units, going back to his job.
"I don't think this is going to end well." Said Engineer, as he, Demoman, Heavy and Soldier were watching from the bridge as their "Dustbowl 1" continued his fire exchange with Republic's Venator.
"It's just a question of holding up. Our fleet should soon be increasing it's number advantage." Said Heavy, confidently sitting at the command chair of the ship, unaffected by violent shaking of the construction.
"Sir! Dustbowl and Hoodoo have just get over their target. We are both moving to assist other units alongside bombers assigned to our sphere!" Suddenly informed pilot droid from "Hoodoo", confirming achiving their target.
"Godsppeed you magnificent droid! Engage at full offense. No holding back now." Said Soldier, pleased with the results but keeping his pressure since battle wasn't over.
"Roger, roger." Acknowleged droid before ending the transmission.
"I guess that will do." Commemted Dell, finding out he spoke too soon.
"Aye. It deserves a drink!" Shouted Demoman with enthusiasm, taking his scrumpy and drinking a whole bottle of it before burping and falling on the floor asleep.
"Take him to his quaters. He ain't helpin us now." Said Engineer towards two B1's, who gently picked up their commander and took him out of the room.
"Roger, roger." Answered to him droids, picking up the Scotsman and leaving the place right after.
"Yo, incoming!" Scout shouted to his droids, as they approached the Venator's hangars.
"Go on the defensive position! Watch out the surroundings!" Ordered one of the droids who were with him while the group walked all over the place looking for clones.
"Enemies on eight! Engage!" Suddenly a shout from a clone trooper was heard and in few seconds whole place turned into a mess of a gunfight with both sides taking no prisoners.
"Ugh! You. Are. Terrible!" Scout said to one of the clones, cutting his hands off and then ending the combo with Boston Basher crashing the skull in pieces. "Who's next?" He asked loudly, deflecting few shots with his Batsaber back at the enemies.
"That would be me, young boy." A new voice annoumced, activating his blue lightsaber and showing off in his standard jedi attire.
"Ki-Adi-Mundi, I assume?" Scout asked the man with extended forehead, preparing his batsaber to compensate for his Boston Basher's unability to cut.
"Yes, it is me. Now prepare to meet justice." Cerean jedi replied calmly, approaching Scout with casual stride.
"Hmph. This will be fun." Thought Jeremy, as he spin his weapon of choice few times and ran forward to engage him.
Two blades colide in the air as both fighters tried to take advantage of eachother.
"Eat this you dope!" Scout shouted, jumping backwards with a spin kick that throw jedi's lightsaber away. In response, Adi-Mundi used force push and send him flying into one of ARC-170's parked in the hangar bay. "Okay, this ISN'T fun!" Scout growled mentally, as he rised up and pulled to himself his weapon and activated it, quickly being forced to participate in clash of two blue blades again.
"Did you really thought engaging a member of THE Jedi High Council woulb be an easy task?" Old jedi said, forcing Scout's back to forcefully resist being squashed against the starfighter's side. "Pitiful the hopes of the Sith are with you as their asset." The jedi mocked him, making few other strikes at various angles withour much of a effect.
"You're mistaken, old man." Scout said, grumbling a little. "Pitiful is a mam who stands against me." He continued, using his left hand to grab him by the throat and ounh him into the ground while choking him. "And who's live is on the line now, dumbass?" He then asked with fury in his eyes, slowly progressing with the goal of throwing Mundi's lightsaber out of his hand.
"Y-y-you." Ki-Adi-Mundi said, gritting his teeth, as he suddenly spin his lightsaber, making Scout's Batsaber fly in the air and land far away from both fighters. Then he force pushed him into the ARC-170, now breaking the starfighter in half and sending bostonian runner right throu the blast, throwing him far away into the battlefield.
"Ough!" Scout cried, being painfully tossed around and bouncing from the floor and other objects in the hangar. Eventually he ended his flight inside open cockpit of V-19 Torrent, which didn't helped him much because of large injuries he gain on the fly.
"The commander has lost?!" Asked one of the droids, seeing his superior rising in the pilot seat with bleeding head.
"Oh crap! We night have just rogerer our last roger..." Reacted another one with anxiety reaching critical levels.
"HUUUUUUDDDDAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Suddenly a muffled scream was heared as fireball suddenly came from unspecifoed location and exploded, burning most of clones upon impact and push jedi general far away from the place.
"It's our other commander! We're saved!" Droids chanted in victroy, seeing Pyro arrive with Degreaser in hand and angry glare as he make sure that no clones were left alive.
"Ohh... Thanks mumbles!" Scout said to his teammate before passing out inside the jet.
"Mmph!? Hmmmpphh!" Pyro shouted in suprise over the state of his friend, runnimg towards him to provide help.
"All units! Retreat at once! The escape is coming!" Heavy suddenly shouted on the comms of all battle droids equiped with them, informing them that the abordage was failed.
"Guys?" Snipee asked via communicator as he landed back at the "Dustbowl 1". "How is it going?"
"Two Venators destroyed for good as for... Now." Soldier responded, slowing down the response to wait for the second kill.
"And two in the middle?" Sniper asked again, walking out of his starfighter and moving towards the ship's hallways.
"Desant units couldn't do much. They are currently retreating and opposing fleet is retreating away." Spy said, ad two remaining Venators jumped into hyperspace, fleeing from the battle.
"Pyro reports that desant squads recieven small ammount of losses at the cost of Scout getting into close call with jedi master." Added Engineer, who just came inside the command place with his communicator on.
"No time to waste then, let's repare the damage and provide care for our scrappy runner." Spy ordered, knowing what ment providing care in his team.
"Ehh... The battle was won." Ivan said to himself, as he and Heavy were walking around the command ship hangar bay seeing many droids being repared or - Sadly for him. - scraped.
"I know comrade." Misha said, looking down at the groumd with ashamed face. "But at what cost?" He asked his bodyguard a genuine question.
"Too big one. Too big..." Named droid said, letting the feeling of depression overtake him.
"New rule. From now on no abordages. We can't risk too many droid lifes to be dumped for such unsure gain." Heavy decided, feeling a sudden urge of punching a hole in the floor.
"Roger, roger." Ivan and few other droids nearby replied, also knowing that it was a rule applied after near tragedy. They grown attached to their commanders in a way not even the clone units could, and loss of a commander in their unit was like a loss... Of a friend.
