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Mr. Bolkhovitin - Thanks! Obviously I will continue the story up to the ending, it's my top project after all. Plus, given the activity of people like you makes this work all the more important for me.

And here is the new chapter, since we all obviously want it to keep going.

"You son of a cunt!" Soldier shouted, standing up from the ground with Market Gardener tightly held in his hand."

"Eeegh, I'm too drunk for this." Demoman added, placing eight bombs from Sticky Jumper on the rocky surface below them. "Lassie got so angry she blowed us into the mountain."

"I don't care!" Soldier responded as he rocket jumped away towards the battlefield. "I will not be bested by a girl!"

"... Naaah. He's not worth stopping." Demo sighed, jumping high into the air thanks to perfectly timed detonation. "Now then, where can I get an Eyelander killstreak?" He asked himself as he soared throu the air with over a thousand Vulture droids suddenly deciding on assisting him as semi-literal wingmans.

"O-ho-hooo! Time to get SLAUGHTEREEERED!" Demo laughed in a rachitic way as he drew out his sword and dived down into Republic's backlines with Vulture droids following after him with relentless fire and transformation to their 'walking' version.

"Fall back! FALL BACK!" Gree shouted, running away as Black Scottish Cyclops slashed an AT-AP anime style and proceeded to go after clones while Vulture droids focused on taking down the Republic's Army machinery.

"B-35795! Pass me the E-60R!" One B1 battle droid in a commander rank shouted, having a basic B1 droid hand the weapon from hand to hand while a huge explosion knocked the ATT before him on it's back and then a second one pushed it to be upside down. .

"Got you covered, Spoiler! Return it to Copper's unit after the battle!" 35795 responded, running back to his unit to the Spoiler's left while gangsta firing his blaster towards Clone Army's lines.

"Cooper, Cooper, always fries his squad's circuits since the last update gave us nicknames." Spoiler shaked his head, the looking to his right to see Ivan, Maverick and Bear planning next unit movements on the mobile holo table. "Guys? What are the orders?"

"Hold your advance until reinforcements arrive! We can't breach them!" Ivan responded, throwing a thermal detonator for forward which was followed few second later by a scream of a clone trooper and white helmet landing right in front of Spoiler's legs.

"Roger, roger!" Spoiler responded, activating his built-in head communicator! "All units! Stop advance at the sectors C-fourteen to seventeen until help arrives! We can't aimlessly charge at them!"

"What do we do now then? They won't give up here." Bear asked, passing his own thermal detonator to some B1 droid in a driver's role.

"Commander Demoman has just assaulted their backlines with Vulture droids, so here is that." Maverick pointed out, outlining the front movements by carving the ground with a quite chunky knife. "But at the most part our advances are either slowing down or turning into stalemate. We need more units on the ground!"

"I HAVE RETURNED!" A sudden bass boosted proclaimation made them jump in place and fall on the ground in shock.

"Commander Spy! Thank the universe you are here... " Bear cheered up, but then chilled down as he saw a familiar Twi'lek Jedi Master behind him with a sultry facial expression. "... Since when she's with us?"

"Since the last hour." Spy responded, activating his blue lightsaber as lines of MTT's began to move forward between the groups of droids. "Now then, move up, handsome rouges."

"We have a mission to accomplish." Aayla added, turning on her own weapon of choice.

"Y'know, I don't really get Spy's deal with Secura." Engineer said, as he and Sniper enjoyed some drinks during their stale duty of looking after the enormous fleet around Felucia.

"Me neither, having an actually positive feelings isn't his course of work." Sniper nodded, taking a long sip on his coffee.

"Commander Engineer and Commander Sniper." Count Dooku said towards them, as one of B1 battle droids in commander rank walked up to them with a holographic communicator in-hand. "May I ask for the battle report?"

"The battle goes so far better than expected." Sniper responded, seeing that Engineer was busy munching on his bacon sandwitch. "So far we made some progress down on the planet's surface, but it will take long before the enemies are cleaned up, at best."

"I see, continue if you will." Dooku smiled lightly, gently playing with his beard.

"Also, the blockade is commencing without any hostile contact. Republican ships retreaded as soon as we came out of hyperspace and left the ground forces alone." Engineer added, finishing his bite to extend the report.

"Very Well, may I send General Grievous to assist your advances?" Dooku asked them, looking slightly to his left.

"No need to. We will win this earlier or later anyway." Engineer responded, grabbing his beer.

"But if so, then tell him to support Admiral Trench for a while or two. He has an awful time dealing with those small and spare Republican fleets on our line of conquest." Sniper added.

"Very well then, I'll order him to go from Mandalore to support Trench in the space battles. Keep up the good work." Dooku nodded decisively before the transmission ended.

"At least we have longer break." Sniper smiled, looking to his right as a BC-series commando droid with a yellow commander marking on top of his head approached him. "Oh, Wireful, hows the sniping going?"

"I love this job." Commandwr of commando droids responded, resting his Shooting Star on the shoulder. "Sunshine's free, laser blasts are cheap, and everyone's got a head."

"As I teached you on Raxus, mate." Sniper whistled lightly, rolling his eyes with relaxation. "Hey, Brimstone, mind calling Asajj for a moment?"

"Roger, roger." He responded, activating the device and connecting to the responding device.

"Eyy, Brimstone! How ya' doin?" A happy B1 battle droid asked, contacting with it's pal from other part of the galaxy.

"Oh, hi Quaria." Brimstone responded, giving a troubled look to somebody with him in the room. "Commander Sniper wants status report."

"Oh, well..." Quaria responded, turning around to see Heavy teaching Savage on how to me his sandwitch while Asajj talked with other Dathomirian Zabraks. "All good. We'll be moving to find Maul soon, and you?"

"Good with me, guard duty is suprisingly calm at times." Brimstone nodded, looking back at someone for a short while. "Good then, wish you luck!"

"Roger, roger." Quelia responded before the connection ended. Then she turned around and walked up towards few other B1 battle droids who were getting ready alongside a peculiar looking clone trooper with hard markings on the side of his head. "Yo, Slick! You're ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." He responded, spinning both his blasters in hand before holstering them.

"Sweet, we haven't broke you out of execution room for nothing." Quelia responded, now walking up to face Ventress. "Orders, Mistress?"

"Ready up our ships." She ordered, seeing Heavy and Savage walking on the side towards one of her five assigned Munificent-class frigates. "I have tighten the location to just few systems. This won't take too much..."

"Oh crap, oh crap!" Scout shouted, parrying a series of furious lightsaber swings from Luminara while Barriss simply tried to assist him from the distance by throwing random things at her ex-Master from the side.

"This won't give you victory! Not on my watch!" Jedi Master proclaimed with anger in her eyes as her blade finally managed to connect with Scout's knee, sending him into a backward tumble with a whine.

"Scout!" Barriss shouted, quickly jumping forward only to be force-grabbed and then slammed into the ground.

"It appears that attachements indeed are a weakness." Luminara said ith weirdly menacing tone as she slowly approached her old padawan. "You should have never abandoned the rules of The Jedi."

"I know." Barriss responded, standing up and holding her lightsaber in a high defensive stance. "But the Jedi are not what they used to be. And so are their rules." She added, making Luminara narrow her eyes and proceed with the furious swings at the center line that made her move back with every blocked hit.

"Ugh..." Scout growled, standing up with his Wrap Assassin. "Yo, batter up!" He shouted, knocking the decorated ball perfectly at Luminara's head only for her to throw it aside with the force and turn away to face Barriss who began to walk away. "Tol slow, Huh? Now take that!" Scout added, this time throwing his Sandman ball at ridiculous speeds that managed to surpass Luminara's reaction time and send her flying back into the air.

"Home freakin' run!" Scout laughed before dropping down onto the ground. "Ow!"

"Are you alright?" Barriss asked him in a hurry, running up to him and beginning to force heal his knee wound.

"Thanks to you I am, heh." He smiled widely, looking to his left as commander droid walked up to them. "Ey, Slope, how's it going?"

"The second throw of OG-9's is here." Slope responded, before turning around to see a B2 commander droid, also modified by yellow signing on it's head, join them. "Nutcracker? What are you doing here?"

"Commander Soldier ordered me to crack the nuts of Clone Troopers with you." B2 commander droid responded, pointing at the line of HMP Gunships flying past them in the air. "He wanted me to prematurely oversee the tests of how well his co-founded project cracks the nuts of Republican scumbags."

"Now that's convienient." Slope snorted, looking back at Scout. "Do you need personal help, commander?"

"No need to, Barriss has me covered." He responded, standing up and dusting off his perfectly fine knees. "Let's proceed with the offensive."

"Roger, roger."

"Commander Buckshot?" One B1 battle droid asked, as their unit run across the more jungle-ish part of Felucia with nice background noises of heavy combat.

"What's up, B-8-696-77?" Buckshot asked back, crouching down and preparing his rocket launcher.

"I don't think there are any retreating vehicles." Droid pointed out, seeing that the only target spotted were clones of the 327th.

"Good observation 8-696-77." Buckshot agreed, quickly turning his body and firing at the side of the nearby waterfall, causing it's side to collapse and send the mix of stones and water at the only clear retreat route. "Get them pals!" He added, switching his rocket launcher for a modified blaster rifle that resembled Engineer's Widowmaked and joining his squad with shooting down the dumbfoudned clones.

"It's an ambush! Run back to our nine!" Gree shouted, waving his hand as some clones managed to run with him while battle droids either run after them or grabbed some surviving clones hostage.

"Commander! Shall we press on?" One battle droid asked him commander, while the latter exchanged some data with a nearby DSD1 dwarf spider droid in binary language via comms.

"Positive, B-4973-6". Commander Demoman, and Commander Boltscrew are cutting their escape route." Buckshot responded, walking away to apprehend some surviving clones. "Remember to ask him for rockets!"

"Roger, roger!" 4973-6 responded, turning around and joining some other droid. "Hey, B-969666."

"Yeah?"

"What's the deal with commander Boltscrew always having to give others his rockets?"

"Oh, well, he always takes more than necessary. His time is more of a supply base rather than actual military unit."

Author's note:

Here's a two-parter question of mine: How are you liking battle droids in commander rank having their own nicknames just like clone troopers? And which one is your favourite so far?

Just asking to know the appeal of the concept.

maken.bialy2