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"So, remind me what your names are again."

"For the 17th time our names are Zero, Manchester, Wellington, Lightning, Thunder, and Douglas."

"So your names are Zero, Man, Well, Light, Thud, and Doug?"

"No, not even close."

"Would you two shut up? You're making me airsick."

"Yes Sarge."

"Seriously can I call you Doug?"

"Stud! Shut it. Last warning."

"Ya or else we might have to accidentally push you out of this transport."

"Ha, ha very funny. Leave the jokes to me Doug."

"2 minutes till drop zone. Get ready boys."

"Alright cut the chit chat boys. Buckets on, weapons ready. Remember, we have to get off and disable that gun as fast as possible." The men could hear the tell tale sounds of flak rounds exploding around the transport. One of the thuds sounded to close for comfort, and the ship rattled from the turbulence.

"One minute till drop zone." The flak was getting louder and it seemed like it was getting heavier. The ship was shaking more often now. "Doors opening." The metal doors slid opened slowly, revealing the landscape. The ground was dark green, and the landing area was surrounded by forest. A big gun shooting up into the sky dominated the landscape. There were about 20 smaller guns around the big one, and the men could see hundreds of droids running between them. The first few red blaster bolts hit the doors of the ship as they slid back. The fire sounded to close for comfort. The ship slowly glided onto the wet marshy ground and before it landed two men jumped out followed by the remaining eight.

The men returned fire from the get go, as other ships landed behind them. Countless droids fell to the blue blaster fire of the ten men. They seemed to pay no attention to the other guns in the area. They kept running towards the big gun in the middle of the clearing. The red blaster fire that swarmed around them, yet they kept coming. One man in the back took a hit in the lower leg, but he acted as if nothing had happened.

Pat took a chance and stopped for a few seconds to get a rocket round off into on of the smaller guns. He lined it up perfectly, and it flew right into the center of the gun. A giant ball of fire appeared right where the gun was seconds before, and pieces of metal flew out. One of the pieces flew into an unlucky droid. Pat kept running with his comrades.

A few feet away from the base of the big gun the men ran into two droidecas. Manchester and Stud dived out of the way just in time to see the blaster rounds meant for them fly past. The men took cover wherever they could.

"Pat, any suggestions?"

"I can try to put a round between them?"

"Sure lets go with that." Pat lined up another round, taking his time. "Take your time, our lives aren't at stake or anything."

"Ok, I will," Pat replied as he pulled the trigger. The rocket flew right at the droidecas, but hit right between them. No one could see anything for a few seconds. When the smoke cleared there was nothing there except for some pieces of metal. "That's why I get the rocket launcher."

The troops ran onto the base of the gun, and ran into about twelve droids. Before they could react two went down under blue blaster fire. They returned fire, but the men had already taken cover. The droids moved to do the same, but not before another two fell.

"Oh Pat, any more of your brilliant maneuvers?"

"Give me a second!" Another droid fell to blaster fire when it was to slow to move back into cover.

"If we give you anymore time there won't be anything to shoot at," said Stud. As he was saying this twelve more droids came running around the corner. They too took cover, but not before two were hit.

"Now look what you've done! You gave away our position, you loud mouth!" Thunder was hit in the arm and fell backwards with a yelp. "You got my arm shot off!"

"Just relax. Your arm is fine."

"Sure, that's fine for you to say Sarge!"

"I got it!" yelled Pat.

"Did his arm actually come off?" asked Douglas.

"No you idiot, I came up with a plan! Sarge, you and two others can climb up on top of these walls. There is an groove on top of them that you can hide in. You can crawl forward and take out the droids."

"Ok, Zil and Lightning, on me." Sarge quickly climbed on top of the wall, followed by Zil and Lightning. The droids returned to firing on the men on the ground after the three guys were out of sight. No one could see Sarge or the others, but quickly the plan begun to work. One by one the droids became silent. There was an explosion like a grenade had gone off, then Sarge, Zil, and Lightning came walking out of the smoke.

"My heroes!" yelled Stud. The men kept running around the gun's base before coming to a small room. Thunder, Lightning, Stud, and Douglas stopped outside the room. Thunder threw a grenade in, and the other three ran in. From within the room came the sounds of blaster exchanges until, "Clear," came over the squad's com. The three men came out, and with Thunder started running further along the gun's base.

While that was happening the other men had cleared the area around the gun, although there wasn't much to get at. Manchester, Pat, Zero, and Wellington took up positions around the edges of the platform, while Zil and Sarge started putting the explosives on the gun. Thunder, Lightning, Stud, and Douglas came running up and took up positions along the platform.

"Explosives, ready to go Sarge. Remote detonation set."

"Ok boys, let's clear the platform. 20 to 30 meters from the gun….blah blah blah…yada yada yada….you know the rest. Shift it!" The men ran away from the platform, but not as fast as they had when they were taking it. By the time they came out on to the battlefield they could see that the other men had already cleared the rest of the area. They were all outside of the blast zone of the gun, and far away enough that they wouldn't be hit by any debris.

The squad mates joined the rest of the company. They were all silent in preparation of the giant explosion to come.

"Sir, permission to light this candle?"

"Permission granted." Zil pushed the remote, and the gun exploded. The giant fireball that resulted could be seen from space as a tiny dot of red. Flaming pieces of metal came crashing down and littered the battlefield.

"Ohh, ahh!"

Well, at least you know everyone (who's important). It really didn't take that long to write (especially when you can't sleep). Please R&R. No one reviews on my fics except for Darth Chewbacca and Reka1207 for whom I'm eternally grateful.