Chapter 6 Guerrilla mode part 3
The Russian national anthem roared in the background by a live choir. Captain Viktor Starikov stood on a stage with his wife Annika who stood to his right a bright white dress. His daughter Catherine stood off to his right in her red dress, she was roughly sixteen. To his left Stood his squad his six men Ivanov with his youthful bright face and Mikhailov with his very strong and serious appearance.
The President walked over and stuck a pin onto Starikov's chest. Starikov brought up his hand in a swift salute.
"Good now Captain you must pay the price," He said, "The medal is not free."
"What?" Questioned Starikov.
"The price Captain," The president's voice changed.
Men wearing balaclavas and black body suits carrying AK47's walked out. They stopped in front of Annika,Catherine,Ivanov, and Mikhailov. They turned in perfect sync, raised their rifles in perfect sync, harmonious click echoed as they switched the safeties on their rifles off in perfect sync.
"No wait!" Starikov yelled in a panicked fashion.
The music grew louder completely drowning out the gun shots. The muzzle flash danced brightly like a wildfire. The bullets flew from the barrels. Anika was hit in the forehead once and chest seven times. Her white dress stained with red blood. She hit the ground brain particle and blood splattering across Starikov's face.
Mikhailov was hit in his gut. He went to the ground. A masked man walked over pointed the rifle at the wounded man's face and fired. More blood splattered across Starikov.
Ivanov was shredded by bullet fire. Blood,guts,brains, and other fluids splattered everywhere. Starikov tried to shield himself from it all with his hands. But he could feel all of the blood splattering against him.
He lowered his hands the Russian president was gone replaced by a different man. He had a long black musky beard. His cruel yellow eyes were trained on Starikov. A dingy grey military uniform consumed his chest. Bullets arranged on his belt dangled from his chest.
"Take it back!" Starikov shouted, "I don't want it."
"You complain before it's over Captain." Said the grey suited man.
A bright sharp dagger was drawn. The sun gleamed off its blade. Starikov then turned around to see Catherine.
"No!" Starikov shouted.
The men in masks seized him. His arms held tightly behind him. Another rammed his fist into Starikov's ribs.
The man with the grey military suit and bullets moved upon Catherine with the knife. Starikov's daughter screamed as the blade was raised into the air.
"Nooo!" Starikov screamed.
The Russian jolted up from his metal bed. Sweat pouring down his face. He let out a deep and bellowing gasp. It was still dark and silent. The metal clamp of droids marching outside the cells was all that could be heard.
Starikov brought his wrist up to his forehead wiping the sweat off. This was why he never slept sober anymore.
"Let me guess nightmares." Said a voice from the bunk across.
Starikov flinched at first believing he was the only one awake in the cell. He turned his head to see Darman was also awake. He'd taken the bunk under Rex.
"Yes," Said Starikov.
"Want to talk about it?" Darman questioned.
"No, not really," Said Starikov "It's just bad dreams. Nothing to be concerned about. Everyone gets them."
Starikov wished he'd still had a bottle of vodka or any kind of Alcoholic beverage. It made sleep much easier. On the flip side genetic enhancements made it so one could go much longer with out sleep and function perfectly. Granted sleep kept his senses above human. But there was nothing wrong with right at human. Which is what he would be in a few days after sleep deprivation, normal again. If one could have normality anymore.
Mourning sounded off with a boom! An artillery gun went off near the prison. The blast sent a shock wave Starikov felt shake the walls. Everyone jumped from their beds accept Starikov who'd already been awake. He slipped from the top bunk. Everyone else seemed a little shaken up.
"Relax as long as you hear the shots you're fine." Said Starikov, "It wasn't meant for you."
The cells were opened as battle droids aimed blasters at them. They were forced out of the cell the blasters pointed at their backs.
They were forced into the courtyard. The intensity of the hot humid jungle air. The sun beat down upon them. Around them other soldiers who had been captured stood, Not all were clones some were officers unlucky enough to have been on the ground or shot down.
A Duro stood before them. His blue skin and blood red eyes were prominent among his other features. He wore a light grey armor plate and had a blaster pistol tucked firmly into a holster on his right leg. Starikov knew this was the warden.
"Gentlemen congratulations you have become apart of my labor force. I intend to sell you once the battle ends. Until then you are going to work." The Duro said.
Starikov knew what that meant. He wasn't in a POW camp. This was a labor camp. And if what that Duro said was true. They were going to be sold into slavery the second the battle ended.
He pitied the slaver that would get him. A knife would find itself sliding across the neck of the slaver in the night. The man's blaster pistol in his hand he would proceed to shoot anyone else in the slavers house accept other slaves. He didn't need sons,daughters, or widows coming after him later. Then he would loot the place before leaving. Of course the local authorities would chase him. He would kill them as well no cop could match him. After he was done there he would steal a ship. Hopefully pursuit would continue maybe even a bounty placed on his head. But he would track down this Duro and torture him find out where Darman,Niner, and Rex had been sold. And if they hadn't escaped on their own, repeat the process. He'd create a bloody reputation for himself.
The thought of all that made him smile. The thrill was what he lived for. That adrenaline boost he got from people trying to kill him and killing them. Being hunted or being the hunter, It was something Starikov had become good at. This was his job after all.
"What are you smiling at." Hissed a trandoshan mercenary who'd been ordered to inspect the prisoners.
The mercenary used the butt of his carbine as a baton stabbing it into Starikov's gut. The former Russian soldier caved as he gasped for air. He went to his knees then looked up. His smile gone he studied the mercenary. His scales were dark green but had bright yellow stripes painted over them. Then there was a scar around his eye.
Rex and Darman helped Starikov up. As the guard walked away. Viktor Starikov brainstormed ways he would make the guard suffer. How he would draw screams from the merc with a knife or his hands. Human suffering didn't bring Starikov pleasure. But bring justice against an enemy or otherwise hostile filled him with a proud sense of accomplishment. To know he had out played or out maneuvered them, there was much satisfaction in that.
And what better way to do that then plan a daring escape?
Reconnaissance was very delicate yet important work. The art of not being seen while still seeing everything. This was supposed to be the point of ARC troopers. But that role had changed into a direct action and battlefield role.
Fordo was still very good at it. He'd managed to follow a group of battle droids back to a village. He then looked down from a nearby hill with his binoculars. He made out a group of tanks supported by a Garrison of droids of varying models. At the top of the tank sat a tactical droid.
To remove the tactical droid from service would prove beneficial. Fordo took out his holo map and swiped his finger over it marking an X on the position. He then put the holoprojector away and slowly army crawled backwards down the hill.
As soon as he was down he sprinted back into the thick jungle trees. He stopped ever so often turning around to ensure he wasn't being followed.
Then he sprinted back to the cave encased with in the jungle.
Once inside he saw that Alpha and Boss were talking with Wilson. He simply stood and watched choosing not to interrupt.
Taylor saw Fordo in the corner of his eye. He turned his gaze towards him to acknowledge the man's presence.
"Got something for us soldier?" He Questioned.
"Yes, I've located a tactical droid." Said Fordo in reply.
It was about time they'd received good news. Especially since Bolton had not called back with word on supplies. Wilson nodded.
"Alright, where?"
Fordo took out his projector revealing the holo map with the X marked on it. Everyone directed their attention towards it. It was quite a ways out, about twenty kilometers.
"How many people do we have to kill to get to the droid?" Alpha Questioned looking back up at Fordo.
"There's a whole battalion of battle droids along with three tanks," Said Fordo.
"We need guard routes," Said Boss, "So we can find a gap to exploit."
Wilson thought for a second. There was a chance the tactical droid might move. After all the republic offensive had begun. If that happened they would lose their opportunity to strike.
"We might not have time to sit around and create a full guard layout. The tactical droid might decide to move to take the fight towards the enemy."
"If that's the case send us," Said Boss, "This is what Republic commandos do. We can execute a raid with little information in a fast manner."
Taylor nodded his head, remembering the raid he'd seen earlier. ARCs were capable of that as well but he couldn't throw all his cards out at once. He needed them to help coordinate strategy, to collect information, and take the lead when an actual battle occurred. They were closer to rangers with the Alphas being Delta operators. And he only had two Alphas. Delta squad were closer to SEALs.
"Alright, you'll accompany me," Said Taylor, "Anything goes wrong, Alpha you're in charge Fordo you're tagging a long, since you know exactly how to get there."
"Taylor," Joel spoke out, "This can't be a good idea. Have you learned nothing. Don't go out there and needlessly risk your life again."
"This isn't needlessly Joel," Said Wilson, "If we don't acquire that droids brain we're dead in the water. As leader I'm not going to order an important but deadly assault and allow others to die while I sit back in safety."
Joel sighed. He knew the two commandos were recovering from their wounds. The bullets were removed and the bleeding had stopped.
"Fine but I'm tagging along this time."
"Fair enough," said Wilson, "Delta! Fall on me we deploy A,S,A,P."
It took roughly another hour for Fordo to lead everyone back to the village the CIS had turned into a strong hold. The village itself was surrounded by a concrete wall originally intended to keep bandits out. Now it was surrounded by a deep holes that had heavy blaster emplacements. Several tanks were positioned around it as well for defensive reasons.
Taylor spotted the tactical droid with Fordo's binoculars. He lowered the binoculars to get a better look at the situation.
"It's weakest on the south end," Wilson started, "There's no guards to speak of. The tactical droid doesn't seem to expect an attack from behind enemy lines. A point in our favor. Now we've got to be quick about it. I anticipate a minuet max to navigate from their inwards to the tactical droid's position."
"Are we seriously considering a full frontal assault." Joel said in protest, "What's your plan to get back out. Cause the second shots go off they're not just gonna let us run to the hills."
"Right." Sighed Wilson.
He then paused and found himself stumped. He thought for a second and then unslung his backpack. He unzipped it, reached in and took out a black canister.
"What's that?" Questioned Boss, "A flash grenade?"
"No, it's a smoke grenade," Said Taylor, "It will cloak our movements for a minute but I've only got one. So we'll need to use it on our way out. I suggest when we reconvene here on the hill then we can use the time to disappear back into the jungle."
"We only need the droid's brain intact correct." Said Sev.
"Correct." Wilson replied nodding.
"Good."
It seemed everyone was on the same page. Taylor got up in a crouch. And raised a DC17M blaster carbine that once belonged to Atin. However he was wounded and unfortunately Taylor's prized 416 had been lost. So Atin was forced to surrender his own blaster at least until Bolton was able to file supplies through.
They dashed off. Their feet barely touching the ground as they moved limiting the sound to almost nothing. They kept up the pace till they arrived at the south end of the village.
The group then sprinted towards it. They lined up perfectly against the wall. Simply listening for clanking metal feet against the ground on the other side.
It seemed clear. Scorch knelt down lowering his hands prepared to be a human footstool. Wilson charged up first. Scorch boosted him up and over the wall.
On the other end Taylor found himself in the backyard of a small house. His feet planted in flowers of someone's garden. The house itself was small and round.
He raised his blaster up as he heard more flowers rustle when the others began coming in.
Sev went in last getting to the top of the wall then pulling Scorch up. Both troopers landed behind the rest. They were quick to raise the sights of their guns up to their visors.
Wilson lead the advance moving out of the backyard over a small dense line. They sprinted across the street in front of the house past another section of housing.
After crossing two other sections they stopped reaching the market place. Droids stood on guard. The squad had their backs lined up against a square building in an alleyway across from another square building. Both casting dark shadows over the group.
On the other end in a single tank, sat the tactical droid. Super Battle Droids split up into 4 groups of six and stood as sentries around the tactical droid. Each had their blaster arms pointed up ready to fire at a moments notice.
A sharp clink rang against one of the Super battle Droids feet. The droid looked down to see a round metal orb. If it were organic its eyes would've widened knowing this was how it would end. But it was a droid and simply stared unable to do anything else.
The explosion cracked a bright yellow spark popped and the explosion itself went off with a thunderous boom. The tactical droid taken by surprised turned its head to the direction of the explosion. Having run the calculations it was improbable that an enemy force would have broken in.
In the droids confusion, Wilson Taylor burst in opening fire. A flurry of bright blue blaster bolts shot out from the barrel of his carbine. Three shots struck one Super Battle Droid in its face plate. Two others were shot up countless times in countless areas.
Captain Fordo held out both his blaster pistols as Joel laid down cover fire from behind. Fordo went into a roll and fired off both his custom westar blaster pistols. The bolts pounded against the faceplates of three other super battle droids before they could move. Smoke rose from their face plates as they struck the ground.
Scorch thrust another thermal detonator forward while the rest of the squad peppered a group of super battle droids with blaster fire. Each droid was struck and killed instantly. The last explosion consumed six other droids in a fiery ball their parts shot everywhere.
As soon as the area was clear the group surrounded the tank. The tactical droid stared at them about to order the tank crew to do something. Sev came from behind jumping on the back edge of the tank and pulling himself up next to the droids. He ejected the vibro blade in his gauntlet. He then thrust it forward in a fast disciplined position going through the droids neck.
The head flew off. Sev grabbed it in mid air with his other hand then jumped off the tank. Scorch then strapped a charge on the back of the tank, both men then sprinted back to the rest of the group.
Everyone was furiously firing at B1 battle droids sprinting down the street having heard the explosions. Each droid was hit in the chest or head and shattered into metal bits on impact.
As soon as Sev was in the group they stopped firing. Instead they moved back down the alleyway. The tank behind them erupted into a large explosion.
The group quickly went back over the wall and back into the open grasslands of Felucia. They could hear the loud hum of the tanks and loud clanking of marching droids moving around to their position.
They got to the peak of the hill and turned around to see fifty battle droids and two tanks with guns directed at their position. Wilson Taylor didn't hesitate any longer as he took out the smoke grenade and popped the clip off. He then thrust it to the ground. It went off with a pop cloaking everything in thick grey smoke.
They sprinted away as the droids and tanks opened fire hitting nothing but dirt.
Bolton stood in the hanger of the special operations base on Coruscant. He watched as Republic shuttles flew in and were being loaded with metal crates full of guns,explosives,food rations,medical supplies, and other supplies that Wilson Taylor may find useful for whatever it was he was up to. A long with them reinforcements were being scrambled in as well.
One Commando squad decked in forest green armor filed into one Shuttle. An Alpha class ARC trooper accompanied by clone paratroopers filed into another. Special operations clones in yet another.
Bolton simply watched taking observations. Of course he had more things on his mind. He had determined in order to stall Grievous he would need to take direct action. He already had a plan in mind for that. But that meant he would have to go off to Selecumi. He'd studied the situation the militia had put up a fight against invading CIS forces but ultimately was losing. They were going to sue for peace soon and surrender. Grievous already had a CIS designated governor planet side.
Bolton heard Zey approaching from behind. He also heard the sound of plastoid boots against the ground this most certainly meant clones. He had requested a shock force and a black ops force. This was most likely them.
He turned around and studied each clone Zey had brought. One man wore a sun visor over his t visor. The helmet also had an antenna that stretched up on the right side. He stood with other troopers all of which were equipped with jet pack. They must've been paratroopers.
Another wore a blood red pauldron and a kama that had blood red lines on the end. He stood with two others both of which had the same pattern but in blue. They were built bigger then normal clone troopers and stood up right like metal stilts. They were Alpha class ARC troopers perhaps. Or perhaps not. Next to them a Mandalorian.
"These are men from the 7th Sky Corp best shock troops I could find," Zey said Gesturing towards the clones with jet packs, "And these are Null Class ARC troopers they are the closest thing I could find to black ops agents."
Bolton stared at the Null Class ARC troopers from behind his sunglasses that were as black as the night sky. The fact they wore traditional uniform was disconcerting. If they were going on black operations the lack of uniformity was key. Not carrying standard issue weapons and not wearing standard issue gear. Having as Wilson used with Starikov "the mercenary look" Infact Starikov was black ops one of the more classified purposes of the defunct Russian Alpha group.
"I should warn you they're not like most clones they have a history of taking issue with authority." Said Zey.
"They're individualistic men," Bolton corrected having done the research and read the files, "You don't give them orders. You give them objectives and let them handle the rest."
"I'm impressed with this man where'd you dig him up?" Questioned the Mandalorian.
"I'm a contractor Sergeant Skirata," Bolton said identifying the man based on his armor, "He simply hired me."
"What's the objective you want us to complete." Said the Red Null ARC.
Bolton's research pinpointed this man as Ordo. He was the highest ranking out of all the Null ARCs.
"I plan to let you loose on Selecumi, do what you have to in order to ensure the militia continues to kill seps. As for the paratroopers I need you to secure landing zones so I may smuggle weapons into the area."
"And what will you be doing, see as how you told me that you would be going a long as well?" Questioned Zey.
"As I said before, I'm going to raise hell. Now I leave you to it. I must meet a contact who will supply additional arms for the militia. If you're files are indeed not fabricated then I expect Grievous will find himself some trouble soon. I shall meet you back here in five standard hours."
Everyone new their parts and split to prepare. Bolton left the base jumping in a black speeder it was civilian grade and wasn't some high end sports addition. Just a normal every day speeder designed not to draw attention.
The trip was roughly an hour. He began lowering himself down into the lower levels of coruscant eventually arriving at one three one three. There he pulled to a small bar the lights were dim as they always were on this level.
Bolton got out of his car and made sure his M9 Beretta was firmly tucked underneath his coat ready to draw at a moments notice. Down here some thug might get the notion he could rob you. Better him then you if weapons came in to play.
Bolton entered the bar every where, shady figures sat. Most of which were packing blaster pistols that they openly displayed.
Bolton looked to the corner where he saw a man who had a black beret on his head with a skull that had two assault rifles crossed behind it patched to his head. Bolton new this man though both were in a different line of work when they first met.
The agent took a seat right in front of the man whose face was glued to a data pad.
"I need AK47s,mortars, RPGs, and f RPKs." Said Bolton.
At first there was silence. Then the man in the beret lowered the data pad. He sighed forming a disappointed look on his face.
"I haven't seen you since the Federation wars ended ten years ago, and the first thing you say is hey John I need a bunch of guns, not how are you doing John? Or do you even still run guns now that you've built a highly successful PMC? Or how's the wife, Ya know things people say when seeing their good friend."
"John, if you didn't still smuggle guns why would you agree to this meeting?" Bolton continued, "I've heard of your PMC the black army. I may even want to contract you for an under the table job. After all you do still do Irregular warfare."
"Yes, but back to the guns, we don't make AKs,RPGs, or RPKs nor do we out fit them any more. If you want those you're going to have to call the Georgian. He's got contacts with Russian Mafiosos. Now, you say you've got a contract for me."
"Yes, it's real under the table I need you to destabilize the CIS occupation on Selecumi but you need to do it in a way that makes it apear as if the natives are doing it on their own."
John leaned back. His full name was Johnathan Corvinus an American of Hungarian descent. Claimed to be descent of Matthias Corvinus the Hungarian king who had the famed black army. Though that had never been proved. He was a former Green beret former chief warrant officer. Then he'd gone CIA SAD got the call sign 'warlord'.
"So, it's a black op," He replied, "Alright let's talk payment."
"I will pay you after the job is done at a start of 1000 credits per man per day."
John nodded. It wasn't bad pay if it was a quick op if it wasn't he could always negotiate for more.
"Bolton you've gotta be what fifty? Ever think about leaving all this you'd make a killing as a merc no pun intended."
"Corvinus, with the genetic enhancements we received during the second cold war age doesn't matter. Now do we have a deal or not?"
"I suppose it's a deal, I take it you're also going to want me to act as a middle man for the Georgian if this is under the table."
"You assume correctly," Said Bolton, "And John I'll admit I didn't know about the wife."
"Figured, seeing as how you never got back to me about being the best man." John replied, "But looking to the future. Can I assume you may want our services in the future."
"We will see based on your performance on Selecumi."
After a long day of hard labor Starikov had been returned to his cell. Their warden had them in the mines all day going after minerals. Two men died they were human officers not use to hard labor a distinct difference between humans of this galaxy and Terran officers. They hit the ground after being overworked the trandoshan with scar shot both.
Starikov felt bad. It was a waste to kill them they would be useful in other areas. Starikov never committed violence that was meaningless.
He took the time in the cell to examine the exact guard detail. Six droids patrolled their hallway under watch of one trandoshan.
"Starikov I've had it!" Shouted Niner, "Enough of your attitude."
"Yeah!" Starikov hollered back, "What are you going to do about. After all it's been established that I am the Alpha of this cell."
"Well it's time for a coup!"
Niner grabbed Starikov yanking him down from his bed onto the floor. Starikov jumped up to have a fist come across his jaw. Though not hard enough to break it. He grunted. Then moved dodging another swing and sent his fist into Niner's gut. The commando caved grunting as well. Darman watched while Rex laid on his bed asleep.
The trandoshan sprinted over with three of the droids. He held a shock stick. He swung the door open and jabbed Starikov in the gut. Starikov hit the ground shaking. He turned to Niner ready to shock him as well.
Rex then turned around. And saw the guard's holster with a nice looking heavy blaster pistol sticking out. He quickly snatched it from the holster and stood up. Then he bashed the transdoshan over the head knocking him out in one blow. He quickly turned the blaster pistol on the three droids.
Three rounds shouted in the cell. The droids hit the ground smoke rising from their heads.
Niner quickly grabbed one of their blaster carbines and through the other one to Darman. Starikov recovered from the shock and grabbed the third blaster carbine that was open.
The last three droids sprinted down the hallway stopping at the cell. They were met with four armed prisoners. A flurry of blaster bolts consumed them.
Starikov dusted off their shattered melted parts and checked both ends. The rest of the group followed suit.
Starikov then sprinted down the hallway slamming every cell release button in the building. The doors all smooshed open, their occupants strolling out. They all gathered and stared at Starikov for further instruction.
"Comrades," He began, "The time has come to rise up and crush your oppressor! They are lesser in number then us our revolution shall be victorious!"
Those words would've been daggers in Viktor's great great grandfather who served as an officer in the great war and in the white army. Those words would've made his great grandfather an officer in the Soviet Union during World War 2 from Stalingrad to Berlin proud. And his grand father had served in GRU Spetsnaz during the Soviet Afghan war. He may not be thrilled about the phrase as he formed a very cynical view of communism seeing how it all turned out when he came back from the war but he would commend Viktor on his unconventional warfare skills in raising resistance against an enemy.
Good old grand father Andrei Starikov had taught Viktor a great many things. His own father had been deployed constantly as an FSB operative though, Viktor hadn't known that when he was younger. So it had been Andrei who in whether intentional or unintentional had created a future Russian commando. If there was someone Viktor strived to prove himself to, it was his grandfather. The old man had been blessed to pass of natural causes before the nukes went off.
"We must seize the armory, and liberate our other comrades held in the other cell blocks!" Starikov proclaimed, "Onwards!"
Viktor had taken the time during the period of forced labor to count every individual guard and droid. In all there, were fifty with forty of that being Droids. There were hundreds of prisoners, Starikov liked those numbers. Niner had also spotted the armory. And right now the Trandoshan guards were resting leaving only a few to make sure the droids were doing their job.
The cell block saw a horde of prisoners barge from its doors through the courtyard. Everyone stayed completely silent. Some diverted to the other cell blocks to free the other prisoners. The rest followed behind Starikov towards the armory.
On duty were three droids in front. Starikov raised his blaster carbine. Five blaster bolts ripped from the carbine. The shots roared through the night. The bright red bolts struck each droid in the face plate.
Starikov then arrived in front of the armory and blasted the lock off. Everyone filed in. They marveled at the racks and shelves of blaster rifles,pistols, armored plates, and grenades. Starikov turned to one of the clones who wasn't armed. He through the blaster he'd taken from the droid at the clone, who caught it.
Then he snatched an A270 rifle that looked quite rustic from the shelf. It looked similar to an AKM but was all black. He didn't need to tell a bunch of grunts and commandos to stock up.
The group then charged over to the barracks. Mercs kept personal weapons on them at all times the armory was full of access gear. The barracks was left unguarded. Most likely the inhabitants weren't expecting much.
However Starikov wasn't sure who did it but an explosion cracked. The sound was a thunderous boom followed by mass blaster fire most likely at a bunch of droids. This broke out all over the camp.
The door at the entrance of the barracks flew open and a Transdoshan with wide eyes stood there. He was shocked to see the prisoners now heavily armed standing at his doorstep. Starikov sent a bright blaster bolt through the man's forehead. The shots screamed in the night.
The lizard man struck the ground with smoke rising up from his forehead.
"Charge!" Starikov shouted.
Battle cries exploded from the horde of prisoners as they used blaster butts to bash down the doors. On the other side two Transdoshans had drawn their blasters. They fired the bolts struck two prisoners in the chest. Rapid blaster fire then poored into the room both men had red bolts fly through every part of their bodies and then they hit the ground smoke rising from their bodies that were black as charcoal.
The Trandoshan with the scar was in his cot jolted from his bed at the explosive shouts of the mob that stormed the barracks. He went for his blaster pistol but wasn't fast enough as he saw clones storm his quarters. They seized his arms and through him down to the floor. The others in his room were also seized from their beds. He tried to use his claws to scratch at them but was kicked in his rib cage. Then they pounded him with the butts of their blasters.
Starikov burst into the room to see the mad lynch like attack. He fired a shot into the air causing everyone to cease.
"Do not kill the one with the scar," Said Starikov, "He contains valuable information I wish to extract slowly. But do with the others what you will."
The Transdoshans looked up into Starikov's cold cruel eyes and wicked smile. They found no mercy and their faces reflected distress knowing their fates were sealed.
Once he was back put side he saw that five Transdoshans and the Duro warden were standing in the courtyard hands over their heads. All the droids had been killed.
"The Duro shall come with us, kill the others and hang their bodies from the guard tower. Then we will leave. Follow me I know a place where we shall have refuge!" Starikov ordered.
The clones prepared their blasters until one held his hand up.
"Knives, use knives ammunition should be reserved for combat." He said.
This was to the distress of the Transdoshans. The clones brought knives and seized the Transdoshans. The knives were thrust into the lizard mens chests over and over again. Their blood splattered everywhere. They screamed like dying pigs before being left on the ground to bleed to death.
Viktor Starikov still with his cruel smile then watched as ropes were used to raise the dying Transdoshans up on the guard Tower. Blood droplets trickled down below them like rain drops.
The crowd cast out the carcasses of the dead Transdoshan mercenaries on the ground of the prison camp. They then cheered as seeing themselves as victorious. Niner saw their faces rejoice he hadn't known how long they'd been POWs before ending up here. But he shared in their joy and new just who to reward with praise.
"Star,Ri,Kov," he started to chant pumping his fist.
"Star,Ri, Kov." Darman joined in the chant.
Then Rex followed all pumping their fists while chanting Star! Ri! Kov! To a sustained beat. Gradually the rest of the group joined. Then Viktor Starikov saw everyone surround all in unison chanting Star! Ri! Kov! Star! Ri! Kov!
"Comrades!" He yelled having their attention, the crowd died done to here what they had to say, "We are not free yet, we must flee it will not take the CIS long to learn of our rebellion. Follow me we will hide the jungles and regroup with a force of commandos!"
Viktor Starikov then turned and walked past the tall gates of the prison. Behind him the former prisoners gathered holding their various blasters. No longer were they prisoner subjected to slavery now they had become an army. An army full of rage seeking vengeance against those who had sought to enslave them.