As the assault Force watches the sun move towards the distant horizon on the planet of Lothal, the commander, former United States Marine Corps Corporal Gregory Sands, looks over his troops. The Assault group of B1 and B2 battle droids he had bought and trained over the last week since being reincarnated into the Star Wars universe stood with a mechanical precision awaiting his orders to launch the attack.
Peeking around the stone pillar they were taking cover behind, Greg could just make out the imperial Air Base they were preparing to attack. This would be his first taste of combat in this new life. Compared to the bases Greg was used to it was relatively small with only 50 troopers assigned here.
As the time counted down to zero I pulled out my data pad and hit the assault button for echo's sniper B1. A few moments later the high pitched whine of my DC-15a blaster rifle in the hands of that B1 fired and melted the bases transceiver antenna cutting off communications with the higher ups. The next pair of shots came in quick succession killing the two Stormtroopers manning the heavy blaster in the Tower, and with that he keyed the communicator and gave the order to attack.
Gregs voice called out "All team leaders move to your targets."
Each B2 super Battle Droid leading its own squad of three B1 battle droids raced into the base gunning down any Stormtrooper that got in their way, each heading towards their targets. Greg by himself raced to the tower housing the heavy blaster as he turned the corner he saw The heavy blasters troopers lying dead on the ground a scorch marked hole where one's eye and the other's mouth would have been under their helmets. Grabbing the heavy blaster Greg swings it around towards the vehicle Depot area of the base just in time to see bravos Super pick up a Stormtrooper by the throat and blast a handful of energy bolts into this trooper's chest before throwing the lifeless body into another trooper who was then gunned down by B1 right afterward.
Seeing bravo had everything in hand Greg rotated the weapon over towards the base barracks where the other half of troopers assigned to the base we're off duty and asleep just in time to see the door slam open and a group of four men come running out to be gunned down from behind by accurate blaster fire.
Well shit Greg thinks they got it under control too
Looking over to the headquarters building he can see two white clad Stormtroopers holding the door shut as a man and a dark gray uniform behind them I don't think so guys Greg thinks as he aims the heavy weapon towards them pulling the trigger as the red bolts fly down range a part of his mind thinks it's still weird there's no recoil.
Down range where the Stormtroopers were valiantly trying to hold a door shut they are ripped apart from behind by Gregs blaster bolts leaving scorch marks in the door where the bolts have flown through the body and expended themselves. The officer turns a horrified look toward Greg from where his men lay dead just in time for the Marine's second burst to stitch him from waistline to shoulder burning his uniform.
As Greg looks over the other two parts of the base the armory and communications all he can see are his droids and lifeless troopers strewn about. As he watches the massacre finish up his data pad buzzes several times looking at the messages Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta have all sent messages saying Target secured along with kill counts adding their numbers together made a total of 44 kills echo got three and so did he fully accounting for the 50 men stationed here.
Pulling out a special flare gun Cikzoo had given to him so he could signal when all hostiles had been eliminated. Greg fires it into the sky and within a couple of minutes there is a swarm of shuttles and small freighters landing everywhere there is space to sit down inside the base. The largest freighters land outside their ramps and doors open and a small army of people and droids start loading everything they can.
As Greg walks around looking at his squad's handiwork. A dozen green skinned Rodians start unloading crates from the armory piling them high on what he would call a hover forklift. From what Greg had overheard there were almost 100 blaster rifles and pistols alone inside along with a dozen rocket launchers and sniper rifles, 40 extra sets of Stormtrooper armor had also been stored inside. Dozens of crates filled with power cells and gas magazines were also removed, all of it disappearing into the freighters and shuttles.
Before they loaded a cart of sniper rifles Greg called out to their leader "Hey you."
The green skinned being looked over as Greg walked towards him heading his droids in formation behind him he recognized as he was the one who had cleared the base "yes? What do you want?"
Looking at the mass of blasters he had loaded, he pointed to a long one that looked to be a dedicated sniper rifle "with my authority I want a sniper and 10 of its magazines."
It took him a minute or two to type the messaging and get a reply but when he came back he was holding an elongated blaster rifle with a powerful looking scope "here you go now if that's all? We have another 20 minutes before we leave."
Nodding Greg waves his thanks handing echo's B1 number three its blaster to the being "thanks for the trade."
The man ran back to his coworkers and finished loading the armory contents before the freighter took off rocketing into the dark.
A loud series of wines drew Gregs attention to the airfield where he saw the bases fighters and bombers, each of them with a cargo net filled with drums of fuel and crates filled with tools and spare parts taking off, quickly disappearing the screams of their ion engines fading from earshot.
The vehicles were driven or walked up the ramp of the freighter who parked outside the main gate. As the troop transports Hovered pass Greg saw they were overloaded with everything they could fit inside: tools, parts and fuel causing them to be just barely off the ground. As they were loaded the mix of people and machines ran back to load the score of speeder bikes. After several trips it too took off and disappeared into the night.
Everywhere Greg looked, shuttles and freighters were taking off and scattering before he could watch the progression any longer. Greg's comlink buzzed, raising his forearm to his helmet.
"Sand's? Excellent work they went down before they even had a clue what was going on." Cikzoo congratulated him "if the bases are all the same you won't need to hit five but two maybe three would be enough to pay for the PB."
"Agreed the same deal as before with your people providing transport and cargo lifts." Greg replied.
he could almost hear the mock hurt in her voice "but of course."
The second base was bigger; it was a dedicated ground forces base for one of the larger island chains 200 troopers were said to be stationed there looking at photos and holo's of flybys. Greg saw five unmistakable hulks of massive AT-AT walkers, with another 20 or so AT-STs.
This is going to require maximum stealth Greg thinks typing a quick message to Cikzoo
Hey, before I take this last space I'm going to need a complete set of Stormtrooper armor and a speeder bike. This space is too big for a normal assault like the others so I'm going undercover to thin the herd before my droids and I openly attack.
It took less than a minute for the reply to come.
But of course it will however come out of your fee. I'll route a hopper there. And some good news for you since your expressed your wish for more droids we put the word out to see if any other syndicate or gangs here on Lothal had any, so far only one positive response has gotten back with us which I assume you wanted so I'll send them along with the Stormtrooper gear there are 10 b1s and their standard E5 blasters. Let me know if I should get any more should they be found.
Grinning of course business comes first and that's good reinforcements they will make each squad have five b1s
Thank you and of course I wouldn't expect this resupply to be free after all. And reinforcements will be welcome thank you. As for any more droids not right now I still want that gunship. though keep any more that come in on hand I will want them later.
The thundering of atmospheric engines roared not too much later and a dedicated atmospheric Hopper picked us up.
The hour and 30 minute flight was spent copying the new combat protocols into the new droids. By the time they landed all the droids were fully programmed and ready for combat.
As Greg donned the new armor he instantly became annoyed the HUD was only a local map, there was no climate control and he began to sweat from his own body heat.
As he walked around trying to get used to the shitty armor Greg went through the new droids ensuring that all were correctly assigned to their new squads checking their new simple names.
Greg takes a deep breath God this armor sucks he thinks let's get this over with.
Hopping on the bike he hit the green activation button and sped towards the base.