Sorry, fillerish chapter. Only cause i feel better if i do this

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The ten man squad arrived at the hill that was their secondary position. They noticed that a few other squads had already arrived, and were digging in. The squad reported to the lieutenant.

"Sarge, I want your squad positioned on the other side of the hill facing north. Start preparing your position, we're gonna be here for a while." The men stared off for the other side of the hill.

When they finally arrived there Sarge started giving out orders.

"Slit trenches and foxholes. Two men to a foxhole, and ten feet between each one. Connect them with a slit trench. Thunder, Lightning, here. Zero, Zil, here. Manchester, Wellington, here. Stud, Pat, here. Douglas, your with me." The men started digging their foxholes.

"They're getting closer," said Manchester. He was referring to the large amount of droids that were coming closer to their position.

"Don't worry about them, just keep digging," said Sarge. Most of the men had finished their foxholes, and were working on their slit trenches.

"At least everyone is here," said Zil. All four companies had arrived, and were taking up positions on the hill.

"Why in the galaxy did we name this hill position Hail," asked Thunder.

"Stud. Stud! Stud, anyone home?" asked Pat. Stud had been staring off in the direction of the city they had just been in.

"What? Ya, ya, I'm fine. Just….nothing." replied Stud, before going back to digging.

"Has anyone seen the general?" asked Douglas. No one had seen the general, and all the other companies had already arrived.

"No, but I'm sure he's here," replied Sarge.

"Ok, bad news everyone. The Seps have attacked the fleet, and they are heavily engaged. The enemy is sending in reinforcements. The general is coming in with another two companies to reinforce our position. We may have to pull out at some point soon. Get ready."

"The general wasn't even on planet when he made the decision to fight here?" asked Pat, shocked.

"He's just now getting here? That's not sound logic," said Manchester.

"Guys! Be quite. We can't question orders. Stow the talk and dig. We have some friends coming in soon," said Sarge.

The droids had completely surrounded the hill. There was something weird about their position.

"Why are they facing away from us?" asked Pat. No one had noticed this, mostly because they were so far away.

"The reinforcements are coming in soon." said Sarge. As soon as he said that a feed started playing on their huds. It was the lieutenant's view of the incoming transports. The eight transports were coming in two v-formations. Suddenly the view moved quickly to the droid's position. They were firing rockets at the transports.

They flew off at the transports. The gunships scattered, but the last two in each formation was to slow and they fell to the ground as a burning piece of metal. The rest of the transports gunned down on position Hail.

The rockets kept coming at the ships. One of the last few got hit next and exploded in a fireball. Another rocket knocked off a gunship's wing, and it spun out of control before exploding after another rocket collided with it. The last two gunships tried to go even faster.

The feed cut out, but by now the transports were close enough to be seen clearly. They had already passed the enemy's positions, and were trying to reach the hill. Five rockets trialed behind the ships. One ran out of fuel and fell to the ground, where it exploded. The other four kept coming.

The two ships were coming close to the hill, but the rockets were approaching faster. Two exploded on the slower ones wings, and it slammed into the ground spouting flame. It came to a sudden stop, but continued smoking. The other was getting closer, and one of the rockets ran out of fuel. The last one, with a burst of speed, outran the ship, and hit the rear of the ship. It began to fall quickly, and it fell a few yards from the edge of the hill.

"Wow." said Zil.

"Men, the general was on the other transport, the one farther away. Buzz, you and Sarge lead your squads to go get him, and the rest of the squad if you can. Get any supplies you can."

"Sir? What about the other transport."

"Our orders are to rescue the general. We can't help the other transport."

Now we're getting somwhere. I'm starting to get into some "war sucks" stuff and getting on one of the main subjects of the story.