Author's notes: As always when it comes to timing, please just ignore everything I say
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The LAAT landed on the scorching dry surface of the seldom mentioned Geonosis. The occupants jumped out onto the designated safe areas. Opposite the soldiers was an abandoned bridge across the vast untethered desert stretching across the land like an ocean. Their mission was to extract data from the computer on the other side of the bridge. The Colonel had was brought along in as an interpreter for the data if needed. Before they could cross, they needed to check for hostiles and traps. So Delta 42 deployed their new commando recon droid A7-3R. Scorch and Sev got into defensive positions as everyone else observed Delta 42 controlling the drone with the utmost professionalism and control.
"…Left a bit" advised fixer
The pilot made a minute correction before carrying on.
"…Left a bit more."
Delta 42 subtly rolled his eyes more before making a slightly larger correction.
"…Left. Lef-Left!"
"Look, Fixer, do you want to fly it?" Delta 42 asked sarcastically. As soon as he finished his question, Fixer immediately snatched the control device out of his hands.
"Thank you very much Four Two, you are relieved."
Four-Two cursed under his breath before returning to the LAAT. In the meantime, Fixer flexed his fingers and took full control of the droid.
"Watch the master at work-"
Crunch
Boss looked silently at his Second in command as the droid struggled to stay in the air.
"…You crashed the droid, huh?" Sniggered the colonel.
"He was pulling to the right, and if they let me maintain him, rather than those incompeten-"
"Him?"
"It. Maintain it. A7-the droid thing… I haven't named it."
"Well it's like I always say. Never send a clone to do a real soldiers work! Ha-ha-ha-ha!" With that last statement, the Colonel gave Fixer a 'friendly' punch in the arm. Fixer gave the Colonel a glare that Boss recognised from many assassination missions and decided to quickly change the subject.
"OK, Colonel er… Maybe you should observe Scorch and Sev's, er...
"To be honest, I only get one word in ten that they say. I mean, what planet are they even from?"
"We're Clones!" interrupted Scorch in his unique light accent.
"We sound the exact same!" Confirmed Sev in his distinctive gravelly deep voice.
"What? You see?"
Boss was about to provide a half-baked answer about the cloning process but was interrupted by the protests of Scorch. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! No no! You can't come through!"
The two officers looked over at the blockade as a Geonosian speeder laden with bags and boxes attempted to cross through the blockade.
The masked pilot protested "You kidding me? This is the quickest route to town, do you know how quickly Geonosian ice cream melts in this heat?"
"Who needs 30 cases?" asked Scorch as he opened one of the boxes cautiously.
The pilot took off her mask to reveal she was a Toydorian woman with light blue skin.
"Hey hands off the merchandise! For your information, I sell this stuff. Believe me you couldn't pay me to eat this vile crap."
Colonel Bugtra walked over to the pair.
"You need some help? Let me handle this. Right, you heard the commando, you're not allowed through here".
"Wait… Commandos? As in… Wait I think we got on the wrong foot."
The Toydorian immediately changed to a more friendly voice and posture as she started opening the boxes herself.
"I'm sure you're all hot and tired in this heat, what you all need is some refreshing Geonosian ice cream! No charge! It's on the house! Just a thank you for all the good you guys have done for the Galaxy! I'm Tabura by the way-"
"Look, he's not interested so clear off!"
"I'm just saying-"
"I said Clear off!" The colonel's weapon fired in the air to emphasise the command which Tabura quickly followed before driving her speeder down the path she just came from until the others could no longer see her.
"You're welcome."
Sev and Scorch looked at each other in disbelief.
"Who needs an interpreter when you can just shout like an asshole?" Sev muttered.
"When I was in Geonosis, I shouted like at everybody!" Scorch poorly imitated in the Colonel's accent before the two started snickering.
"Cut the chatter you two!" Fixer discreetly ordered over the comms. The two commandos quickly obeyed after realising how close they were to getting caught.
Despite the trouble caused earlier, the rest of the mission seemed to go smoothly. The bridge was cleared of any booby traps and Boss began to extract the Data from the other side.
"OK Fixer, it seems to be a standard Geonosian computer. I'll commence slicing, cover me."
Fixer acknowledged the order, but something was nagging at him. The recon droid pulling to the side, the look of unease in that merchant's eyes, the lack of any defences or traps in the area.
"Boss. I don't like the atmospherics." He reported.
"Agreed. Something doesn't feel right. I'm gonna continue slicing.
Sev: close protection on the Colonel.
Scorch: climb that old observation tower and try to clear out some of that debris.
Fixer: scan the area again, keep an eye for any shields or additional power sources.
42: Patch our comms into any local chatter. Maybe we can pick something up. Stay sharp Deltas. I don't think anyone wants to give the advisor any more bad news.
The commandos swiftly followed orders and moved into position as Geonisian chatter started to fill the comms.
"Colonel, can you provide a translation?"
"I doubt it's much help. Right now they're saying 'eyes on the Reek'? We've probably tuned into the Petranaki sports commentary-ARGH!"
"Colonel what's wrong?" Sev quickly asked.
"Sorry, helmet's snagged on my damn long hair. Honestly, we can travel to different planets in a matter of parsecs but we can't make a decent helmet?"
Sev hadn't been paying attention but looked over and saw Bugtra's exposed head completely free of said helmet.
"Er Colonel?... Maybe you should keep your..."
"Ha! You know, kid, listen, when I was in Geonosis-"
"Oh, someone kill me now." Sev thought.
BZZZTT
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I know my OC may seem a little annoying rn but hopefully by the end of the fanfic, you'll see how much they'll progress and grow as a character