Another chapter. I'm pouring these out fast! Enjoy!

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"I see targets moving in from the north."

"How many?"

"I count 200. Only 50 are supers."

"Only 50? That's not that many!"

"I also see about 15 tanks."

"Fun."

"Well, we better set up in our positions." As soon as this statement was said every one of the clones started to jog to different parts of the battlefield. The men from the 10 man squad set up on top of the hill, while the other men found small indents in the earth to hide in. They set themselves up in a good defensive position. The men started to dig deeper into the red earth.

"Sir, I see some clones on top of the hill."

"Roger, roger. Get into attack formation Alpha-Beta-Beta-Alpha."

"Was that the one with the triangles?"

"No, that is Alpha-Beta-Beta-Alpha-Beta."

"Oh." The droid columns began to move forward. There were three columns with six tanks in each with 60 droids for support. A last group with the remaining tanks and the remaining droids lagged behind. Soon the droids covered the ground that brought the tanks in range. The tanks stopped 100 yards away while the droids continued forward.

"Almost there. Just a little closer." The droids had moved to within 70 yards of the hill the clones occupied. The men were eager to open fire. The men waited to ambush the droids from close range. One of the clones had a lock on a tank with his rocket launcher. Most of the clones had picked a target to fire at, and confirmed that no one else was going to fire at that droid.

The enemy tanks unexpectedly opened fire on the hill. With one shot the hill shook. The men winced as they heard a scream from one of their brothers. He had been hit almost directly by the tank round. He was dead almost immediately. The hill continued to shake with each round from the tanks.

The droids were close to the base of the hill. The clones did not fire yet. The droids continued moving forward, confident that they could storm the hill easily.

A whistling could be heard in the air, followed by an explosion. One of the clones had hit a tank. The resulting explosion took a few droids down. This, it seemed, had been what the other clones had been waiting for. They opened fire on the droids.

The opening salvo from the clones was devastating. 14 droids dropped within seconds. The droids began to return fire. The air was alive with blaster fire and the occasional rocket. The red and blue bolts were reminiscent of a fireworks display. The tanks continued to fire on the hill.

During the fighting another cry rang out. Another clone was hit by a tank round. The men kept firing, and hit another twenty droids.

The droids were beginning to advance now. They seemed to think that the clones on the hill had been devastated by losing two men. Unknown to them the clones, inches away in a few places, waited.

The fire on the hill was decreasing. One of the clones had been hit. A red blot hit him in the arm around the shoulder. Another clone was hit on the back. The hit men were being helped by their brothers.

The waiting clones below knew it was time to open up. They began to fire upon the droids with deadly accuracy. Quite a few had been hit. Their fire was wearing down the enemy. The droid's numbers were dwindling.

The droid tank number had been reduced greatly. They went from fifteen to seven. The tanks were not about to stop firing though. They began to switch their fire. They started to fire on the clones at ground level.

The droids were only numbered at 99 now. Every droid had been thrown into the fray. Some of the clones had been hit, and a few had been killed. The droids were not making any headway. The clone's ability to return fire was falling because of the tank fire they were receiving. The tanks were taking a heavy toll on the men. Some of the clones were blasted out of their holes. The tide was turning against the greatly outnumbered clones. The clones were fighting still, and they would continue until they died.

The men were beginning to fret. Their numbers were being decimated. They were losing brothers too fast. The exchange rate was not good for them. The droids still numbered at 81, and they were singling out clones. One by one they were picked off. The tanks fired on the clones unmercifully. The tanks numbered four now, but this was not comforting in the slightest.

Quietly at first a slow humming could be heard. This sound was incredibly comforting to the clones. The noise of the LAAT/I's engines meant help.

The LAAT/Is swooped down on top of the hill and unloaded some clones, who immediately began to engage the droids. Two LAAT/Is hovered above the hill, and started to pick off the droid's tanks. In a matter of maybe a minute all the tanks were destroyed. The droids tried to escape, but they were cut down by the excellent aim of the clones. The last droid fell to the ground. The clones let out a hearty cheer.

"It's about time! What took you so long?"

"We got held up by some droids."

"Is that all? You got to play with some droids while we had to get our butts shot at?"

"Hey, at least we got here!"

"We could have taken them!"

"Sure, sure and Palatine is the dark lord of the Sith!" This banter continued while the men loaded onto the ships. They had lost four men from the squad, and twenty six from the company while destroying fifteen tanks and 200 droids. It seemed like a perfect ending to the day as the men lifted off on their way back to the cruisers.

Suddenly a lone rocket pierced the calm and slammed into a LAAT/I. The ship exploded on contact. The burning ship plummeted to earth, gaining speed as it went. A sickening thud was heard from the ground below, followed by another explosion. That really ruined the day for them.

Didn't see that coming did you? What did you think? Like the crack about Palpatine? Why so many questions? Please review! (there, finally a statement!) (this isn't the end, don't worry)