The battles had dragged on for hours, seemingly looking it had been ongoing for eternity without end. The mountains rocked in furious replies to the destruction wrought upon his, the snow withered and died like a freshly made brick left to rot and weaken.
The sky thundered in alarm as wings of star fighters broke atmosphere and increasingly fought closer to the eyes of does too far down to see burning stars made real. Wreckage burned across the sky like the heavens raged in conflict and the dark night, once a peaceful home of the creatures that feared the light, raged in its own war.
The screams of the dying plunged into non existence by the superior and more destructive noise of...war.
" Ready!!!" Quad screamed at his men as he raised his blaster carbine.
" Ready as we can be Sir! " Jarhead replied.
" Now remember, I can't cover you until we are past this line and in that base. If they discover that I am here then the entire separatist army will come crashing down on our heads and I don't need to remind you our survival odds of that. Understood "
" Sir, Yes Sir " They replied in disciplined unison as they readied themselves.
" Don't die on me boys, we've still got much more to do together. Tonight, we bleed and tomorrow, this bloody campaign comes to an end. For the Republic. " Quad continued before he turned as the cheers and replies of his men reached his ears and charged.
They pushed aggressively from the underground, moving through the prepared exit and soon basking in the cold of the night sky. Their lights illuminating their paths as they rushed to use whatever leverage they had before it was taken away.
They separatist fortification was still manned, lights scanned the area for any possible enemy attacks. They seemed to have made it a great deal past the usual formations of droids as the expected ranks where no where to be seen.
It moved quietly for just about 40 more seconds before a light crossed path into them and a blue ionized beams tore through the sky and blasted the head from the droid before it could process what it had seen.
'It had begun' Quad said to himself as he had fired the first shot.
Quickly, alarms blared as lights swerved to see if the shot was close by. It was too late, each gunner, each light that laid eyes upon them lasted no more than a second. Quad made sure of that, he could not afford to miss.
Some droids were lucky, managing to man their em-placed weaponry and trying to suppress the rushing hoard of clones. A few shots off before a mass front of ionized beam shredded the location with little care and in quick reaction.
Clones spoke and made note possible locations to watch to their brothers as they moved to cover their advance, they could not seat down and afford to battle a single defensive em-placement, not when they was enough to tie them all down in the sector of the battlefield.
But slowly, the droids came too. First was the organized suppressive fire that met them as they bypassed another line, tearing through their ranks before it could be dealt with. Next was the flanking attacks of droids moving to eat away at their sides with little resistance. Some wanted to stop and cover their brothers, suppress the gunners and allow for a less dangerous push.
But the voice of their commander screaming ' not yet ', 'keep pushing', broke away any ideas or hopes of that, even as they watched their brothers fall in pain, heard the screams of their own voices tearing into their mind like a cruel mirror, they pushed on.
Settling for aiming at their sides as they ran, a feat properly awarded to them in respective to their intense training and familiarity with their gear. Even more so when their aims hit true.
" Commander, over there! " Screamed Jarhead, who spotted the secondary target of their assault. Which was the tactical droid commanding this sector of the war, a droid that had given them enough to think about for a lifetime.
" I see it " Quad replied as he turned his direction and pushed for the droid, before him were ranks of at least 20 droids per segment, surrounding their commander and totaling no more than 6. They quickly received commands as the tactical droid, upon sighting the incoming Republic forces, ordered that they be crushed immediately and with effect.
" Alpha squad, secure the area. Bravo, Charlie and Gamma, you know what to do. " Quad ordered as they clones quickly understood the meaning. It was finally time to shoot back properly and they were more than glad to do it, as those 4 squads were picked out to secure this location and allow most of their forces to push without fear of a pincer attack.
The rest began taking up positions to completely clear the area and the incoming droids that guarded the tactical command droid. A droid that in turn was desperately seeking an audience with its general, who upon last command, could not be reached.
So it had to do with settling for a B1 to directly deliver his message in hopes it is quick enough, sure the Republic dogs had pushed far more recklessly than he had anticipated and far more quicker, even ignoring the losses they suffered but he could slow them down.
By his calculations, his current forces should be enough to tie them down here while extra reinforcement poured into here and a proper response was organized by his general. He did not understand why a group of clones, no more than a companies worth would try this suicidal attack. They would not be able to move past this location.
" Inform the general of my findings and - "
" Uh..sir, isn't that the Jedi? " The b1 it was talking to suddenly spoke and pointed to the back of the droids, an absurd take. They had confirmed reports of the Jedi on a sector more than a few hours journey from here no more than 30 minutes ago, they had visual confirmation of saber activities.
" Do not attempt to distract me during such a pivotal moment, the Jedi cannot be at this location. My calculations and projections estimate that it is simply a clone wearing a similar armor to him, most likely to feign a true threat with this suicide rush. It will not succeed, I cannot be wrong" TX - 983 computed, reason and concluded. It was a superior droid to that of a mere b1, obviously it would not understand things that it could. Even those organic commanders of it pales in comparison to it.
" But Sir, that's a Jedi light-saber on his waist." The b1 said as it pointed to the droids back.
" A what?" TX - 983 said in surprise as it turned and looked at the now breached and broken lines of his guard. A single code of thought flashing through its head as it stared in disbelief before three sharp shots pierced its head from a single gun as the holo-communicator in its arm suddenly squeezed and crushed into itself midair.
This does not compute.