Chapter 2: Boredom can be a good thing..
One week after the first day of battle preparations to the base . . .
Spree didn't flinch as an explosion killed two unlucky Stormtroopers about twenty feet away from him. His vision narrowed to only the electronic scope of his sniper rifle. His finger squeezed off three bolts of light from the rifle, and all of them hitting their poorly camouflaged targets. "Woo! That's eight so far, Spree!" Trips praised as used his long range sights, that were clipped onto his helmet, to scout out and direct Spree for his targets. The sniper didn't reply as he pulled the trigger again. The bright flash wasn't seen by the rebel insurgent as the laser made contact with the side of his skull. "Keep it up, scouts!" Captain Walker yelled over the constant noise of battle. "First group to twenty gets extra rations!" Spree gave a joking fist pump into the air towards the officer as Blue started to complain again. "Twenty? For an extra dose of those lousy crackers they call rations!?" He talked as he used his sights to find another target for Axle. "Why not a day off? Or a raise? Sir, do we still get paid if we lose?" Captain Walker ignored the constant barrage of annoying questions as he took his spot back in making sure no rebel came behind them.
Another explosion shook the shelter the scouts had set up before the battle. Bits of armor, dirt, and metal flew across both snipers field of view as they both let loose another round of deadly bolts of light. The squad seems un-phased by the constant yelling and blaster noise of the battle surrounding them, and they continued to do their job. "How the hell did they make it past the first line!?" Captain Walker exclaimed as rebel troops swarmed the front lines of surprised imperial troopers. "Shoot em'!" Trips yelled in response. Spree did what he was told, killing off rebels as their heads popped into view of his long ranged scope. He swore he could almost hear their screams of pained surprise every time his shot made it's mark. "Fourteen." Trips counted off as Spree picked off another rebel who had mistakenly stood up out of his cover. "C'mon Axle! They're at fourteen already!" Blue screamed at his sniper. Axle replied with a grunt and the lifting of a rude finger to the medic. "Mature.." Blue commented as Axle returned to picking off more targets.
"Quit messing around!" Captain Walker demanded as he came back from a quick look around their shelter. "They've pushed past another line!" The sounds of battle seemed closer now. Screams of pain and rapid blaster fire sounded more dangerous and deadly than before. "Where'd they all come from?" Spree questioned as he eliminated his sixteenth target.
"Sixteen." His spotter replied. "Reload, Spree." Spree tore his eyes away from his scope, unlatching his old magazine and replacing it with a fresh one. Spree returned his gaze back to the scope as he heard the satisfying click of the ammunition locking into his E-11s rifle. "Reloaded." The sniper said calmly. "Target twelve degrees left." Spree swiveled his rifle to the correct direction, spotting his unsuspecting target. The flash of the laser reflected off his visor and made instant connection with the targets chest. The man's eyes widened in shock and he was flung helplessly into a load of unused crates behind him with a new hole in his body. "Got him."
The battle seemed to last for a lifetime. The rebels gained ground and lost ground as the imperial troopers refused to give up. The yells of the wounded and the silence of the dead hung over the battlefield. Lasers of different kinds flew in the air, most not hitting any kind of specific target. White armored bodies littered the cratered floor. Their deceased enemies laying beside them with their faces stuck in the same expression as before they died. The base didn't seem like it could handle anymore holes in it's walls or buildings.
The rebels had taken more ground and a few had even noticed the snipers hidden shelter. A laser screeched past Trip's shoulder and collided with a tree behind him. "Dammit!" He yelped as he ducked behind a thin, make-shift wall. Spree quickly killed the alien woman who had decided to take a shot at his partner. She screamed in pain as she was too slow to hide behind anything before she was killed by the sniper's quick trigger finger. "They're getting too close!" Trips yelled as he stood back up and adjusting the view on his sights. "We stay until told to move." Captain Walker ordered while he unloaded a few rounds with his normal E-11 blaster as the terrified intruders below.
"Axle! Shoot the man behind the large crate! Two degrees ri-" Blue was cut off as a rebel laser connected with his right shoulder. "Gah!" Was all the medic could let out as his quickly sat down behind the shelters wall, applying pressure to his cauterized wound. Axle quickly eliminated the soldier responsible for wounding his friend and turned his gaze to Blue. "You good?" Blue groaned, but nodded as he kneeled back beside his sniper. "Keep shooting!" Captain Walker demanded Axle as he quickly pressed bacta below the wounded scouts shoulder plate. Trips and Spree did their best not to look at their injured friend and continued to unload more rounds at the advancing enemy.
The blaster noise was unbearable as bolts of light screamed past the snipers position. Blue held his shoulder with his left hand. His glove slowly beginning to absorb any blood the bacta didn't patch didn't catch. The scouts glanced back as a Stormtrooper in dirt-stained armor entered their shelter. "We're falling back! They've got another platoon coming!" And as quickly as the trooper came, he left. His armored body disappearing as he fled into the woods behind him. "You heard the boy! Let's move!" Captain Walker screamed as the scouts packed their rifles. Blue grabbed his medical bag and flung it over his uninjured shoulder and quickly followed Walker out of the shelter.
Axle soon followed and Trips came after him. Spree turned towards the shelters exit and sprinted after his squad mates. He felt the blaster fire's heat wiz beside him as the rebels continued to shoot aimlessly at the fleeing imperial troops. Trees and plants took most of the hits, but the sniper noticed a few Stormtroopers fall with screeches of pain as he ran past them to Trips.
"They're gonna blow the base!" Trips screamed as they slide into a large trench at least half a mile from the base. Spree gasped for air as he dove into the trench beside the rest of the faster imperial troopers. Spree watched as an unlucky officer fell silently into the trench with a sizzling hole in the back of his skull. A few more troopers met the same fate as the last of the slow runners and wounded made it into the trench. They all waited silently as lasers continued to fly over their heads and explosions bombarded their unmoving position. "Duck your heads!" Spree heard a commanding officer scream. Spree did what he was ordered and placed his gloved hands over his helmeted head.
The base bursted into a cloud of fire and metal. Bits and pieces of the base hurtled over the trench along with a few unlucky rebel soldiers that were quickly terminated by point-blank rounds of blaster fire. The armored soldiers could hear the devastated screams of the now wounded and deceased rebel platoons that were still inside the now decimated imperial base.
The bombardment of explosions and laser fired ceased as the rebels seemed to realize there was no more reason to fight. They quickly grabbed the dead and wounded that they could, knowing that some of their companions bodies would never be found, and fled back to their transport ships. Spree lifted his head and peeked over the trench. The base he had called home for the past year was now gone. The smoke was a thick screen that prevented him from seeing most of the damage done. He knew his barracks were gone along with his case of personal belongings He knew that they would have to go back and pick up the dead, no matter how many pieces they were torn in to. He knew that not all of the men he called friends were still alive and could be one of those he picked up.
There were perks to being an imperial scout, but battle, Spree thought, is not one of them.
Sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the rest. I wrote this in one day because I finally found a way to write another chapter. (No, I didn't re-read it due to laziness and being tired.)
If you find any grammatical errors and such, feel free to yell and scream at me. Hopefully I did a decent job at making the battle seem "intense", but if I didn't, I hope you at least enjoyed it a little bit.
I probably won't be making another chapter for a while. (Sorry...)
Anyways, I hope you found this interesting!
