Whassup? Hey, if y'all haven't seen the new TCW commercial, go see it on YouTube! It looks awesome! Anyway, this is just a bumper chapter. I finally am home from 7 weeks out of the house, so I hope to update more frequently and finish this story soon!
Very few sentient beings could fly. At least to 0000/1010's knowledge, very few could fly. He had met several Rishii, and knew that Jedi could use the Force to fly, but such Jedi were few, and the Rishii even fewer.
Then again, some could use technology to fly. The droids had STAPs, and General Skywalker…let's just say that he could take anything with wings, so long as he had a fighter.
0000/1010 had never been a gifted flyer. He had scraped through the final simulator on Kamino, barely passing, but he had passed. He never elected to fly if he could avoid it; he disliked LAAT transport and absolutely despised space travel.
Right now though, 0000/1010 felt like he was flying. He had the speeder's throttle jammed into what was most assuredly the highest position. The foliage of the jungle zoomed by so fast that the individual trees were lost to a blur of green-brown. Birds screeched and animals scurried as the speeder screamed in complaint, but 0000/1010 was unrelenting. He kept the throttle jammed into the highest position, and nothing short of a stone wall would get him to stop.
Not even a battle droid.
The thing was standing right in the middle of 0000/1010's path. Whether or not it was trying to get the clone to stop or it had just happened to be there at the wrong time mattered not. The clone had not tried to swerve, he had not even flinched. He had rammed the mass of gears head-on, ducking his head as the debris cascaded over his helmet.
But he had kept on. He had driven so far by now, for so long, he doubted that he was in the same hemisphere of the planet. But he kept going at full throttle, hoping that he was going in the right direction. In his haste, 0000/1010 had forgotten to bring a navigator, and the speeder he was on did not have one.
He slowed the speeder to a more reasonable speed, and then noticed something.
Above the tree tops, there was an enormous black thundercloud.
And Master Choi was held down by a weather system according to Skywalker….
Banking slightly to the right, 0000/1010 angled the speeder straight into the storm and gunned it again. The clouds swiftly grew taller as he got closer. He could feel the wind pushing angrily on his side as he drew closer. The first rain-drop smacked into his visor with a loud pop. The clone almost decelerated before he realized what had happened. Going at speed, the rain would act like projectiles.
Perhaps I should slow down… he pondered.
Nah.
As if in response, the rain suddenly was upon him like a celestial dam had burst. The wind howled like an animal, and the thunder shook the speeder like the ground in a seismic movement. Thanks to the polarizers in his visor, he was not blinded by the cracks of lightening, nor hindered by the encroaching dark of the storm. And the rain did act like projectiles. Each drop was the size of a coin, but felt like fists pummeling him through the plastoid armor. He wanted to scream in pain, but one thing that his Kaminoan trainer had taught him, was that screaming solves nothing. Instead, 0000/1010 tightened his already white-knuckle grip on the handlebars and ignored the pain. Come hell or high-water (or both in this case), the 501st was going to make contact with Master Choi.