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EPISODE 3

You find yourself aghast as the ARC in front of you explains the situation. The more you learned about how the invasion had happened, the less you liked the implications. The arrival of the droid army when the planet was at its weakest had certainly been bad enough, but the fact they had almost been completely unopposed in landing had struck you as beyond belief. It was true that the Grand Army had left expecting a short and overwhelming battle on Geonosis and had been tied up for much longer than expected, it was also true that nearly every Clone that was certified to fight had been taken off world, but for the Separatists to take advantage of that gap of protection was incredibly suspicious.

The majority of the Cuy’val Dar had slipped away from Kamino soon after the Jedi arrived in large numbers. Most of them had their reasons, the strong dislike of them by the Mandalorians famous, but this removed almost any form of leadership left among the Clones still here. The Kaminoans had security droids with basic protocols and even basic police forces, but the society had long ago moved passed relying on them. The security forces they did have were mainly for your brothers and you. Caught by surprise and with reinforcement half a galaxy away the Cloners turned to the ARC troopers, who had been held in stasis since Jango had finished their training.

The ARC here, Alpha-96, was among the last to be activated. In fact, he was activated so late that he was not able to leave the facility to join the defense of the city with the vast majority of his brothers. There were only a handful of them within the Clone Facility, left to organizing and ordering the Clones here to form some kind of resistance to the droid forces. Cut off and with no lines of communication, they had focused on rallying those brothers while striking at vulnerable points when they had the chance. Indeed, two ARCs had been sent during a lull in the battle to secure Jango Fett, your own mission objective.

It had been amusing to Alpha-96 when you had revealed your orders. The Clone had even laughed at the irony of it. He had been disappointed when he found out you weren’t part of a vanguard that was relieving them. There had been no reports from the ARCs sent out and he had been left here alone to manage the barricades and keep the brothers here fighting. The last known details of Jango had been that a number of Clones and medical personnel had fortified the the surgery bay he was recovering in.

“In short,” Alpha 96 concludes, “You’re not likely to get there.”

You can tell from his tone that he’s only partially underestimating you. It did seem like a challenge however…

>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”
>”We’ve come this far, the droids won’t stop us now.”

>>4052486
>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”
if he asks why we talk like that should we press the crazy button and say we're the reason he is in recovery?

>>4052486
>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”
What happened to 3034?

>>4052486
>>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”

>>4052486
>>”We’ve come this far, the droids won’t stop us now.”

>>4052476
>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”

>>4052486
>>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”

>>4052486
>>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”

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>”My Vode and I have been through worse.”

Alpha-96 tilts his helmet to the left, the blue highlights and distinctive armor making him look strangely alien compared to the rest of your brothers. It’s clear to see the ARCs had kit and gear that was at least a step or two more advanced than your own.

“Big words,” he comments dryly, “Careful when you swallow them.”

You bristle a bit, considering for a moment the number of times your life had seemed on the line against a superior opponent. Of course your Battle Circle fight with Wrax was the crowning jewel. Facing down Sergeant Vrul and even Jango himself had been possible thanks to your brothers being right there. An entire battalion of droids? Tanks? Bugs in their hive and the sky? There were a dozen and more things that came to your mind on what you could possibly say in response and yet you hold back. There’s nothing to be gained from it you know. You had learned more in an hour on Geonosis than a lifetime of simulators could have possibly taught you…

It wasn’t that you were afraid. Wrax had beat that feeling out of you, replaced by an understanding of respect for not only your superiors, but your brothers. There was just too much that you didn’t know, you conclude. How had Jango trained his Clones? What had he gone through with the others here while you were still only on the way? They had all seen battle too now and that deserved respect.

“We’ve never meant an enemy we couldn’t chew,” you reply, as level as you can manage, “How long ago did the two ARCs leave?”

“Four hours,” 96 says, “Long enough that I have to assume it’s either gone awry or they simply can’t get through the lines to come back. How do you plan to do it?”

You consider the options…

>”Explosives got us in here, explosives will get us out.”
>”The Kaminoans probably have more surprises we don’t know about...”

>>4052632
>>”The Kaminoans probably have more surprises we don’t know about...”

>>4052632
>>”The Kaminoans probably have more surprises we don’t know about...”

>>4052632
>>”The Kaminoans probably have more surprises we don’t know about...”

>>4052632
>”The Kaminoans probably have more surprises we don’t know about...”

>>4052632
>”The Kaminoans probably have more surprises we don’t know about...”
In theory we could light up the training fields, program us as friendlies and get through while all those training toys slow down the enemy with their safeties off.

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>”The Kaminoans probably have more surprises we don’t know about...”

“The maintenance tunnels were a good thing to learn about,” he nods his head, “But we’ve already searched for them in the barracks and found nothing.”

He motions around for emphasis, the scene very much an obvious one. This barracks room was just the same as yours, with the addition of all the wounded Clones of course, the various bunks encapsulating a Clone and all your galactic possessions in a neat, compact space of just over two and half cubic meters. If the Kaminoans had built in extras for droid maintenance, they certainly didn’t spare an inch for the accommodation of you, let alone your million and more brothers.

“The only ways in and out are the North and South entrances,” 96 continues, “There’s no need for a droid entrance, since droids don’t clean here.”

“No, they don’t,” you admit, “The Maintenance Clones do. There’s still nothing that says we know everything.”

“In any case,” the ARC trooper says directly, “Don’t make yourself comfortable while you wait with us. Getting your armor on the barricades will help more than sitting here looking for mystery doors.”

He’s pretty pragmatic for someone trained to think better than you, you can’t help but feel. Still there was definitely some truth to his words. The number of potential secret passages in one place likely had a fairly low ceiling. You couldn’t even truly count on your own instincts, since you had discovered the maintenance tunnels almost as a fluke. It had been lucky, even if you could use a little more of that luck now that didn’t guarantee it would show up.

With a hard expression, you salute the ARC and turn quickly. Thinking about your next move. You certainly wouldn’t mind blasting a few more droids to vent your anger a bit, it would also help give a chance for the Clones on the outside to get some rest. Your mission was still active, however, how could you justify wasting any more time than you had?

>Check in with Maintenance Clone, they did clean these barracks after all…
>Take a turn on the barricade. Observing the surroundings a bit closer may help...

>>4052743
>Check in with Maintenance Clone, they did clean these barracks after all…

>>4052743
>Take a turn on the barricade. Observing the surroundings a bit closer may help...

>>4052743
>>Check in with Maintenance Clone, they did clean these barracks after all…

>>4052743
>>Check in with Maintenance Clone, they did clean these barracks after all…

>>4052743
>Check in with Maintenance Clone, they did clean these barracks after all…
Come on, can we give up an opportunity to talk to 99?

>>4052743
>>Check in with Maintenance Clone, they did clean these barracks after all…

>>4052761
Ditto
Also, this ARC, who has barely seen combat if at all, has the audacity to say “Hurr Durr Big Words Careful When You Swallow Them”

>>4052743
>>Take a turn on the barricade. Observing the surroundings a bit closer may help...

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>Check in with Maintenance Clone, they did clean these barracks after all…

You walk back through the barracks room, past a number of Clones sprawled on the floor. A few clutch at injures, some newly bandaged and some browned with stained and dried blood. It was their age that really bothered you. When 3034 had been hit, you had forced yourself not to focus on it, but there was no hiding they were almost all barely out of the vat. Maybe at the time it was easy, because when the young clone had been shot while he was fighting alongside you, trying to accomplish his own mission? Seeing the Clones here though… They were just young. Even if they had been through mostly the same flash training and programming you had, they hadn’t had everything else…

You see the Maintenance Clone, still standing beside the bunk where 3034 had been set down and he’s still holding his hand with an expression equal parts sad and gentle. He and the young one may have been different from you in a lot of ways, but you did have something in common besides genetics.

“How is he doing,” you ask, waking up beside him, “Any change?”

The wrinkled and twisted clone shakes his head.

“No… No, still…” he trails off, uncertain of the words to use. You don’t blame him. Looking at 3034 it’s very obvious his condition isn’t improving, quite the opposite probably. Unless he was taken to a proper medical facility that progression wasn’t likely to change. 2337 had worked like a madman but even he couldn’t do miracles with only a medkit or two.

“Brother,” you address him gently, “I could use your help.”

The Clone looks up to you, the surprise in his eyes just as genuine as the first time.

“How can I help you... brother?” he hesitates.

“I need to know if there’s anything special about these barracks rooms. Hidden passages? Accessways that aren’t obvious?” you rattle off in example.

He rapidly shakes his head.

“No! I don’t know anything like that,” he begins, looking sorrowfully down at 3034, “We… we looked for those already!”

“You clean these rooms all the time,” you try changing strategy...

>“What’s something that only you know?”
>”Describe our surroundings, every detail you can.”

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>>”Describe our surroundings, every detail you can.”

>>4052890
>"Describe our surroundings, every detail you can.”

>>4052890
>>“What’s something that only you know?”

>>4052890
>>“What’s something that only you know?”

>>4052890
>>“What’s something that only you know?”

>>4052922
Ditto

>>4052890
>“What’s something that only you know?”

>>4052890
>“What’s something that only you know?”

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>“What’s something that only you know?”

He seems to look pensive for a moment, searching the thoughts and memories of his life for something that might be more than ordinary.

“It doesn’t need to be anything dramatic,” you encourage, “Just something a Clone like me or Alpha-96 wouldn’t even think about.”

“That’s hard,” he says slowly, “Because I think about these things every day. It’s just how things are.”

“You’ve never questioned something…” you start to say, worried that you might be leading him in the wrong direction or at least one he couldn’t take.

“Well...The- There is a funny thing,” he raises a hand, pointing up toward the far corner of the barracks, “There’s one bunk in every barracks. No one ever is assigned there. It- It’s not always on the same side, but there’s always just one. It’s up there for this room.”

You consider what he’s saying, looking up to the capsule he’s pointing at. That certainly wasn’t something you could know, having only ever been in your barracks. You tried to think about the bunks in your own room, was there really only one unoccupied? Recalling once when a Clone had been sent for reprocessing, his bunk was rapidly filled by a different Clone transferred in. Having just thought about how little room they gave all of you, it was definitely odd for them to always leave one of them open…

“I’ll check it out,” you state a bit excitedly, “Stay here for a moment.”

“Of course,” he smiles, “My brother needs me.”

You leave the two of them behind, moving fast to the targeted bunk. Stepping over a couple brothers, you start to climb up. It’s the highest row and closest to the wall. As you reach the right level, you hit the control panel for the bunk, the simple open and close button all you should need.

Nothing happens.

The lights on the panel are on and it looks normal in every way, but the button not working was definitely strange. You consider going to get 7651 and have him try to fix it, but you’re far too curious and into too much of a hurry to wait. Grabbing hold of the ladder rung firmly with one hand, you take the capsule door with the other. You take a breath and with a massive effort you begin to pry at the hatch, straining to overcome the mechanical latch and computer operated drive. The door is stubborn, or perhaps, you’re approaching it wrong. You change position, taking your hand from the ladder and putting on the hatch as well. Leveraging your feet, you wretch at the door with all your might, your impressive strength finally winning.

The hatch gives way and you quickly flail slightly to get your grip. As you cling to the rung, holding the now busted cover in your hand you look into the dimly lit capsule…

>And see a hatch on the inside wall!
>Revealing a large computer access panel!

>>4053056
>>And see a hatch on the inside wall!

>>4053056
This will be me last post for this evening! Thank you for making it to thread four with me. I'll be on tomorrow at 2300 GMT again! Any questions or comments, feel free to add!

>>4053056
>>And see a hatch on the inside wall!

>>4053056
>And see a hatch on the inside wall!

>>4053056
>Revealing a large computer access panel!

>>4053056
>>And see a hatch on the inside wall!

>>4053060
Ditto

>>4053056
>>And see a hatch on the inside wall!

Man, the egg Alpha-96's face.

Can we like see if we can't get 99 to be a gunner or something? I just...I just feel bad here man.

>>4053150
People get born deformed. It happens. What we should try is help him survive through this, not just die like in canon.

>>4053056
>>Revealing a large computer access panel!

>>4053149
All natural ARCS are bitches, especially 96, he’s the biggest bitch

>>4053934
Born to be superior by the Kaminoans versus trained to be superior by Wrax.

>>4054031
They were also trained to be superior by jango himself.

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>And see a hatch on the inside wall!

The discovery causes a flurry of activity in the barracks. You quickly climb down and get 7651, his fusion cutter and technical abilities now undeniably needed. A few careful tries later, opening the hatch and looking beyond reveals that it leads to another bunk in the neighboring room. Surprisingly, there appears to be no droid activity there, the room devoid of any signs of life besides some uniforms, helmets, scattered blasters, and other items hastily left behind when the invasion began. The immediate use is obvious, it’s potentially a perfect way to get past the droid blockade, especially if multiple barracks are chained together, you think.

Further, it could even be a good way to fall back if the droids became too much to hold off. You argue as much to Alpha-96, recommending it as a potential place to move the worst of the wounded to keep them hidden right under the droid’s noses. The ARC trooper acknowledges the value, but points out that more ways in was also a weakness if the droids discovered it. He decides, quite finally, that it should only be used as a last resort to buy a little more time or if it aids in a large-scale escape. It’s obvious he’s not as appreciative of your discovery as he ought to be, but it would at least be the perfect way for you to continue your own mission.

You focus on preparing your team. 7651 keeps an eye on the other barracks room while you practically have to pull 5309 off the south door’s barricade.

The final piece of your squad has been busy in his own right as well. 2337 hadn’t stopped his medical work after 3034. Going from Clone to Clone, he's slowly worked his way through almost a dozen of the wounded youths in the barracks. Supplementing with numerous shredded blanket bandages, he had stretched many of his medical supplies to take care of far more people than they had been intended last for. He had been careful to leave two medkits intact, understanding there was still a mission to complete, but he was otherwise determined to help as many of the Clones as he could. There were still many who he hadn’t been able to get to yet. Others, like 3034, who would surely die without advanced medical care soon, but the feverish pace he was setting made you wonder how much extra time he was giving them.

Thinking back to the Battle Circle before you landed, you knew this was very much the kind of situation he would have a hard time leaving. However, there was no doubt that he had a mission that was also critically important, to say nothing of helping you survive it. You’re certain he would do the right thing. He’s finishing up dressing a wound on a very young Clone when you reach his side. You place a hand on his shoulder and kneel next to him.

“We’re going to leave now,” you tell him quietly…

>”You stay here and keep helping our brothers.”
>”I need you with me for this, Vode.”

>>4054330
>>”You stay here and keep helping our brothers.”

>>4054330
>”You stay here and keep helping our brothers.”

>>4054330
>>”You stay here and keep helping our brothers.”

>>4054330
"You know whats happening here as well as anyone, tell me Vode do their chances go up if you help us with the mission or you stay here?"

>>4054330
>”You stay here and keep helping our brothers.”
Take one of his medkits. We have room since we used the detonator, right?

>>4054356
Pretty sure we already still have a medkit

>>4054330
>>”You stay here and keep helping our brothers.”

>>4054364
This time you did not. >>4048491

>>4054356
The Ion grenade was used, actually. You would have room for the medkit, as well as 7651 since he used a demo pack.

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>”You stay here and keep helping our brothers.”

He turns his head to you, just enough so that he can see you through his visor.

“I can’t let you meet Jango alone,” he replies lowly, his volume quiet enough that it doesn’t carry far.

“You’re not letting me,” you reply with a chuckly, “I’m ordering you. Besides, I’m not alone.”

“7651 and 5309 don’t know our history,” he counters, unamused, “What happens if he remembers you?”

“Then maybe I’ll get a second chance at him myself,” you shrug, “Or maybe we’ll complete the mission without it being a problem?”

You can tell that 2337 isn’t satisfied by those answers.

“How long will they all last without you?” you turn the conversation back, dropping any mirth. Looking over them all, you’re certain your prognosis can’t be very different from his.

“Not long,” he admits, “Not in these conditions.”

“What would be helpful?” you ask.

“A medical droid, sterile bandages, a few LAATs full of bacta…” 2337 starts listing, the level of frustration in his voice obvious.

“We’re headed to the medical side of facility, I can see if we can bring anything back.”

“It would be better if we could get them there.”

“Then we better hope the battalion is fast,” you sigh, “We certainly can’t carry them all.”

2337 goes quiet. You pat his shoulder again as you stand up.

“Keep at it,” comes your encouragement, “We’ll be back soon."

“Good hunting, Vode” he says, as you walk away toward your other squad members.

Turning back, you give your brother a playful salute…

>”Just be ready to patch up Jango if he’s still sore.”
>”Vode an!”

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>”Vode an!”

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>>”Vode an!”

>>4054433
>>”Vode an!”

>>4054031
>Virgin Born Vs Chad Trained

>>4054433
>VODE AN
>Inb4 we become the Hero of all these clones in training

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>>”Vode an!

>>4054433
>>”Vode an!”

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>”Vode an!”

You say it loud enough that the Clones nearby take notice. Though most are wounded, a few manage to straighten themselves up more, steeling themselves with the words in the air. It was good to see they weren’t defeated yet, the strength and bravery in all of you bred in from even the earliest moments of your life.

The feeling of leaving 2337 behind was something of a strange one. Although, you correct yourself, you weren’t so much leaving him as letting him focus on doing the right thing. In many ways it reminded you of the Aid Station on Geonosis again but in reverse, this time he was staying to help while you continued on with the mission. You could only hope he wouldn’t have to weather the same fight you had. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with tanks but there were a lot less fighting Clones here to help him.

One Clone that was more than willing to help is waiting for you at the bottom of the ladder.

“You… be careful out there,” the Maintenance Clone wishes you well, a bit nervously.

“Thank you, brother,” you reply, setting down your carbine for a moment to take his hand in yours, “We have a chance because of you. What's your name?”

“I… I'm Ninety-Nine. I’ve never felt like I could, could help in a battle,” he says hurriedly, “I can’t fight like the rest of you.”

“You can fight in your own way,” you reassure him, “Keep your brothers fighting, on the barricades and back here. Don’t let any of them give up.”

He nods, smiling determinedly. Although beaming with pride he suddenly has a questioning look.

“What’s your name... brother?”

>"CT-0027, I haven't caught one of those yet."
>”Call me Double-Oh, it’s what my brothers do.”
>Write-In

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>>”Call me Double-Oh, it’s what my brothers do.”

>>4054545
>”Call me Double-Oh, it’s what my brothers do.”

>>4054545
>>”Call me Double-Oh, it’s what my brothers do.”

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>>”Call me Double-Oh, it’s what my brothers do.”

>>4054545
>”Call me Double-Oh, it’s what my brothers do.”

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>”Call me Double-Oh, it’s what my brothers do.”

“I’m happy to be your brother, Double-Oh.”

You save your farewell, you plan on seeing him again soon. Instead you straighten your back and give him a proper salute, sharp and just how you were trained. He smiles and comes to attention, turning his twisted body and raising his right arm just enough to respond in kind. There’s little question that his short life to this point has been a difficult one but, if you knew anything about difficulty, you knew that it made the strongest warriors.

Alpha-96 is there to see you off as well, though he’s not much for anything like pleasantries.

“If you make contact with the ARCs, inform them of our situation,” he starts commanding, “Our ammunition may not hold out if the droids start pushing again. If you get compromised, do not lead them back to the access way-- We do not have the bodies to hold them off.”

“You’ve got the brothers though,” you start to say, “They’re wounded not dead.”

If you could see through 96’s visor, your about certain his face would be twisted in anger.

“I’m starting to think you might be defective, trooper,” he practically spits.

“I’m glad you’re starting to think.”

The ARC trooper doesn’t say a word for several moments. You wonder if he even knows how to respond. It’s probably the first time anyone has ever talked to him li-

“Why do you sound like him?” 96 asks suddenly.

“Him?” you question back, motioning to show your confusion.

If the ARC meant to say it aloud, he quickly decided he didn’t want to say anymore. He turns and simply storms away, heading for one of the entrances. He draws his blasters on the way out to the barricade and starts shooting before the doors close.

You avoid making more of a scene of it than it already is, simply shrugging to Ninety-Nine before ordering your squad to move out.

Thinking for a second on your equipment you wonder if you should bring the Blast Shield with you again. It would certainly be useful if you were leading and walked into trouble, but it could be beneficial to focus on mobility and avoid it in the first place. 7651's shotgun would be powerful to have at the front in the passage ways around the medical rooms...

>Take lead with your blast shield, you’re not going to stop for anything.
>Leave the blast shield and have 7651 take point, you need your speed now.

>>4054644
>>Leave the blast shield and have 7651 take point, you need your speed now.

>>4054644
>Take lead with your blast shield, you’re not going to stop for anything

>>4054644
>“I’m glad you’re starting to think.”
>The ARC trooper doesn’t say a word for several moments. You wonder if he even knows how to respond. It’s probably the first time anyone has ever talked to him li-
>“Why do you sound like him?” 96 asks suddenly.
Did we just remind him of Jango?

>>4054644
>>Take lead with your blast shield, you’re not going to stop for anything.

>>4054644
>>Leave the blast shield and have 7651 take point, you need your speed now.

actually on second thought speed is needed now.

>>4054644
>Leave the blast shield and have 7651 take point, you need your speed now.

>>4054644
>>Leave the blast shield and have 7651 take point, you need your speed now.

>>4054644
>>Leave the blast shield and have 7651 take point, you need your speed now.

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>Leave the blast shield and have 7651 take point, you need your speed now.

The engineer affirms and starts climbing, a few seconds later 5309 hefts his cannon and starts following after. You hand your blast shield over to Ninety-Nine.

“Keep it safe here until I come back.”

Climbing up, you look over to see 2337 busily working on the other side of the barracks. He was well into his mission, it was time to get into yours. The crawl through the capsules is perhaps one of the stranger maneuvers you have ever done, but dropping down to the floor on the other side feels as familiar as waking up in the morning. Your squad has fanned out covering both directions while you get your bearings. The barracks room is still quiet, with no sign of droid activity anywhere.

You give the signal to move on, motioning them forward. If the droids weren’t in here, they likely weren’t focusing on guarding the doors. Considering the fighting just next door, there would probably be a fair amount in the halls there and sporadic patrols elsewhere, depending on how heavy the fighting throughout the facility was. The trick, you decide, will be on how to get by them once you’re outside. As you reach the north access, you set yourself on one side of the door and put 7651 on the other, 5309 braces and aims straight out.

The hatch slides open and, although you can hear the firing echoing through the long hall, there’s thankfully no droids standing right outside. The reason suddenly makes perfect sense. Even though the barracks are next to each other, the way they’re staggered means all the droids are further down and around the corner. Looking in each direction, you give the all clear and the three of you move out into the halls. 7651’s shotgun keeps pointed straight ahead, reading to smash any droids unlucky enough to turn the corner on you. Keeping an eye over your shoulder, you hear the sounds of fighting fade as you get farther away.

The way to the surgery and medical bays is simple enough from here, but you consider the likelihood of running into a droid squad besieging your target like they were the barracks. Since the medical droids were responsible for cleaning the operating rooms and infirmaries, it seemed unlikely there would be separate maintenance tunnels or escape hatches like the bunks. You would need some way to either draw the droids off to get by or perhaps lay a trap that could secure a path through. As you pass by one of the droid bays, you find yourself wondering if there might be something inside that can help you…

>Clear the droid bay, take a look for anything you can use to your advantage.
>It’s likely droids are guarding it, keep on path and avoid a fight until you absolutely have to.

>>4054795
>It’s likely droids are guarding it, keep on path and avoid a fight until you absolutely have to.
No shield means be fast and stealthy.

>>4054795
>It’s likely droids are guarding it, keep on path and avoid a fight until you absolutely have to.


Cant afford to run into a fight that could escalate

>>4054795
>>It’s likely droids are guarding it, keep on path and avoid a fight until you absolutely have to.

>>4054795
>>It’s likely droids are guarding it, keep on path and avoid a fight until you absolutely have to.

>>4054808
Ditto
>>4054659
Probably, it might also be a remnant of the Mystery Box from charops

>>4054795
>>Clear the droid bay, take a look for anything you can use to your advantage.

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>>4054833
>>4054818
>>4054812
>>4054811
>>4054808
>It’s likely droids are guarding it, keep on path and avoid a fight until you absolutely have to.

Speed and surprise are their own advantages, you decide with absolute certainty. There was no reason to get into an unnecessary firefight when it wasn’t needed. The chance of tipping off the droids to your presence or, worse, getting bogged down in a protracted battle where you could simply be surrounded and overwhelmed. You keep your brothers on track and on pace as you move steadily through the halls toward the medical section.

At every corner, 7651 and 5309 go through a methodical process. 7651 first gets his back against the wall, quickly side stepping with his shotgun aimed to cover the left approach. 5309 swings to the otherside of the passage, drawing his rotary cannon around to likewise cover the right. Their precision is already like that of a well oiled machine, probably the advantage of the similar training the Kaminoans make you all undergo. The basics being drilled over and over certainly made moments like these almost routine. You finish the maneuver by advancing into the intersection, either turning the corner immediately or proceeding through after verifying the coast is clear.

The process repeats itself three more times, each successive performance just as smooth, but you can’t deny the tension isn’t building. Around one of these turns you were bound to run into the droids, weren’t you? As the meters slip away between you and target location, however, the absence of the droids becomes more and more concerning. You start moving faster. It was sloppy, you knew, and your brothers quickly seem to notice your discomfort at keeping their pace. They struggle to adjust their own speed to match yours. Going faster made things more difficult, it gave an opening for mistakes or surprises to slip in, but for whatever reason you find a negative feeling growing in your stomach.

You begin to hope, wish to yourself that droids will be around the next blind corner, either waiting for you or shooting in the other direction you didn’t care which. You wanted to run into them. This wasn’t madness, it was concern. Concern that you might already be too late--

As you advance around the last corner to the main medical hallway, you find yourself looking down the remnants of a battlefield. Bits of droids cover the floor, dotted here and there by the small heap of Clone dead on the deck. You don’t wait, proceeding through the carnage with your mind racing. Clearing left and right you’ve long gone off procedure and you can tell your squad is worried. The surgery bay that you had been pointed to is just in front of you now, the sliding door stuck in an endless loop of trying to close, even as broken droid in the middle of it prevents it.

You turn into the room, carbine raised, and see...

>Two dead ARCs on the ground.
>A butchered Kaminoan scientist and a broken medical droid inside.

>>4054877
>>Two dead ARCs on the ground.

>>4054877
>>Two dead ARCs on the ground.

>>4054877
>>Two dead ARCs on the ground.

I suspect if the arcs are dead then it means Jango might have killed them himself.

>>4054877
>>A butchered Kaminoan scientist and a broken medical droid inside.

>>4054877
>>Two dead ARCs on the ground.

>>4054877
>>A butchered Kaminoan scientist and a broken medical droid inside.

>>4054877
>>A butchered Kaminoan scientist and a broken medical droid inside.

>>4054877
>Two dead ARCs on the ground.

>>4054877
>>Two dead ARCs on the ground.

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>>4054931
>>4054929
>>4054905
>>4054902
>>4054890
>>4054887
>Two dead ARCs on the ground.

The two Clones lay on the floor of the medical room, the wreckage of droids scattered on the ground. Most of the broken droids are located near the door, the obvious marks of a desperate last stand. The ARC troopers must have fallen back here when the battle outside was lost. You immediately look around the rest of the room, searching for any signs of Jango or other indications of what had happened. The operating table has a slight residue of bacta, still fresh, coating the top surface. If someone had been taken out from a tank and laid here recently, they ought to have left a trail if they had been walking or carried elsewhere.

You scan the floor, while 7651 kneels down beside the ARCs. 5309 keeps at the door, watching the hallway for any sign of the enemy’s return. You kick a few chunks of the broken droids aside, looking for footprints, droplets, or any other hint of bacta that might be on the ground. As you keep searching, you find that the various fluids from the droids are making it difficult to find anything…

Looking over at 7651, you see that is staring down at the dead Clones, his head cocked in a strange direction as he seems to be searching their bodies.

“Double-Oh…” he says, a bit pressingly, “You should see this.”

Walking back over, you kneel down beside the fallen ARCs. When you had walked in, you had known immediately from their position that they were dead, but you hadn’t glanced long enough to see their wounds. As you look now, however, you can see why 7651 called you over. The damage that had killed them had not, in fact, been done by a blaster…

You look up at 7651 and then 5309.

“Blasters didn’t kill them,” you say definitively…

>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”
>”They were stabbed by vibroblades.”

>>4054995
This will be my last post for tonight! I don't think I'll be available all tomorrow night, but I may be able to get a post or two in. Let's plan for the next proper session on Thursday at 2300 GMT.

Until then, feel free to vote, discuss, or ask questions.Thank you!

>>4054995
>>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”
lets bag ourselvs a force-user kill

>>4054995
>>”They were stabbed by vibroblades.”
>>4054998
Thanks for running

>>4054995
>>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

>>4054995
>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

>>4054995
>”They were stabbed by vibroblades.”

>>4054995
>>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

>>4054995
>”They were stabbed by vibroblades.”

>>4054995
>”They were stabbed by vibroblades.”

>>4054995
>>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

>>4054995
>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”
Hardcore

>>4054995
There's two options for the lightsaber one. Either a separatist is running round, Dooku, Ventress, or grievous OR Jango told the ARCs to execute order 66 a little early on a rescuer.

>>4054995
>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

>>4054995
>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”
Surprise! It's Sev'rance Tann!

>>4054995
>>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

>>4054999
Too early for that, imo. Ventress, Grievous or Dooku would all demolish us as we are.

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>>4054995
>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

>>4055444
>Surprise! It's Sev'rance Tann!

I'M GONNA

>>4056810
>blue thots

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>>4056810
>>4055518
>>4055444
>>4055165
>>4055114
>>4055109
>>4055025
>>4055011
>>4055004
>>4054999
>”These wounds were made by a lightsaber.”

Looking closer at the holes going through their chests, there was simply no doubt. The cleanness of the hole that had pierced their armor, the cauterization and burnt flesh on the inside… They had clearly been stabbed while they were both standing still or, perhaps, while being held still. Either was well within the capacity of a Force user, you supposed. The ARCs had clearly fought the droids tooth and nail through the door, but whenever the Jedi had appeared the fight had either ended quickly or they had been forced to surrender. That they were executed or killed so easily was certainly disturbing, but there was little to be done about it now, you suppose. Running a hand closer to the holes bored into them, you can still feel a bit of the residual warmth through your glove.

“This wasn’t long ago,” you start to say aloud.

“Long enough,” 5309 grunts, turning his head back to the hallway, “They could be anywhere in the facility, maybe already even gone.”

“That would be the smart thing,” 7651 adds, “Once battalion breaks through, if all the droids they have are sieging or holding the front.”

That was true, you supposed. Depending on how much help the Force user had in the form of droids, they could have easily transported a patient wherever they pleased. Still, you consider, there were some factors that might be working in your favor. Any patient coming out of bacta is probably going to need a little extra stabilization long term, so escaping was certainly not matter of just running. They would likely need supplies which, having seen very few Separatists biologicals, you’re willing to be they don’t keep handy. Additionally, if they were trying to escape, they would need a vessel with a cargo hold big enough to support a transport table or stretcher.

Why they hadn’t just killed him was a bit more of a mystery to you, however. If they wanted to knock out the DNA stocks and the prime DNA source, that’s all they really needed to do. You consider what else they might have in mind for him. Jango was no friend of Jedi, so he probably wasn’t privy to how the army would be led or deployed. However he would be a major asset to telling them the best ways to beat the Clones’ training if they could break him. If.

“If they’ve taken Jango, captive,” you reason out loud, “They’re probably meaning to get him off world for heavy interrogation. We’ll need to stop them…”

Going to the hangar was, of course, the most direct option, but it could put you in serious danger. Another option would be trying to get into the Training Facility security center. From there you’d be able to slow them down as long as you could hold out. That might buy enough time for the rest of the Shriek-Hawks to break in...

>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.
>Go for the Security Center

>>4058092
>>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.

>>4058092
>>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.

>>4058092
>>Go for the Security Center

>>4058092
>Go for the security Center
Security Center’ll have cameras, which we can use to track down the team that took Jango

>>4058092
>>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.

>>4058092
>>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.
To be honest, I don't think we have the time to be careful.

>>4058092
>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.
How effective is a rotary cannon vs a force user?

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>>4058177
Would greatly depend on their style. There's a lot of examples of Jedi holding out under withering fire and other Jedi melting like butter. As with all things, however, how aware the Jedi is of the threat is the key.

>>4058092
>>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.

>>4058177
>fallen order dualsaber deflection
Not well

>>4058203
I'm just going to say it, the non cinematic attack animations in that game are fucking lame as hell.

>>4058213
I like the dual saber split attack

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>>4058192
>>4058177
>>4058144
>>4058133
>>4058119
>>4058113
>Head to the Training Facility Hangar.

There wasn’t much time, you would need to hurry if you wanted to have a chance of halting any escape. Rising to your feet, you quickly consider your chances of getting to the hangar and what you might be able to do once you get there. You didn’t like your chances going directly against a Force-User, not unless you had a friendly one nearby to keep them occupied like earlier. That had been a major advantage for Guile and you, probably why you were able to harm them you would wager. Now, however, you were just three Clones…

“Let’s move,” you command, deciding to think about it on the way, “We’re losing time here.”

7651 stands up and heads back out the door, his shotgun ready. The demopack still on his belt might be useful, but only having one big boom was going to make it critical to use properly. His shotgun was an interesting tool as well, you had seen Jedi blocking incoming fire, but 4 or 5 simultaneous bolts? That would take a real miracle. 5309 covers both of you as you follow the engineer out of the room. The rotary cannon would definitely be your best chance to keep a Force user occupied, provided they weren’t able to close or use droids to support and return fire. The trick would be making sure it was in the right position when the firing started. Too far and it was easily avoided, too close and it would be simple to counter.

The three of you proceed down the hall quickly, the signs of droids almost all but absent. You hoped that meant they were all tied up as 7651 suggested, but deep down you knew that was far too simple an answer. The droids never did anything except in overwhelming numbers, at least as far as you've experienced.

As if on cue, 7651 raises his hand sharply, bringing you all to a halt. He motions up the hall but you already see the trouble: A droid patrol marching around the next bend. There was at least a squad worth of B1S, but you hadn’t seen the front of the formation to know if that was all. Waiting for the droids to get farther ahead would probably rob you of a lot of time. There just wasn’t enough guarantee that you’d be able to afford that long.

Checking your location, you know there’s an access to the training field area nearby. It might be possible to cut across the large open area and get to the other side, where you’d be very close to the hangar entrance. There was no way to know if you’d be unnoticed however, or even if the droids had a large presence there. It would be something of a wild card. The other option, plowing right through the squad, could certainly be the quickest if the squad can be eliminated fast. There was a chance it might alert your quarry about you, but with the battle raging across the facility, they may already be moving quickly…

>Take the training field access to try and save time.
>Hit the droids hard and fast, push straight through.

>>4058235
>Take the training field access to try and save time.
Try and go undetected, might allow us to surprise them.

>>4058235
>>Take the training field access to try and save time.

>>4058235
>>Take the training field access to try and save time.

>>4058235
>>Take the training field access to try and save time.
Time is of the essence.

>>4058235
>>Take the training field access to try and save time.

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>>4058315
>>4058253
>>4058250
>>4058248
>>4058245
>Take the training field access to try and save time.

Better facing only a chance of a fight than a guaranteed one, you think to yourself. With a quick motion you direct your brothers to the nearby door to the training field. It takes you a few seconds, but you realize that you’ve been this way a number of times…

As the door opens, it reveals the lift you used all those nights ago, when you had scouted the training field to use against Sergeant Vrul. There’s an odd feeling that overcomes you as the doors shut on the three of you, was it nostalgia? It was certainly the most likely, your adventure on that night a defining moment of your training. There was also the great amount of anger in you, that you were forced to fight on these very grounds you had lived and trained on. Still, you had felt those things ever since you had heard about the battle, especially since you had landed. No, this feeling is different. It’s something else.

You press the button to go downward to the training field floor. As the lift lowers, you find a strange thought crowding in on your mind. How much had happened to lead you back here? With so many brothers dying, some barely grown enough to carry a blaster, how had this all come to be? This was a place where battles were supposed to be simulated, not fought for real. It was where you ate, slept, and lived, not where you bled, struggled, and died.

Perhaps this feeling was disgust? Was your body revolting at the prospect of a battle that was wholly meant to destroy the very fabric of your life? The Separatists had arrived here seemingly with everything at their advantage. They had arrived here with a plan. They were executing it seemingly with no issue or concern.

You had to stop them.

With the lift coming to a stop, you raise your carbine and signal your squad to get ready. It was just like training, you think to yourself. Standing in your armor. Waiting for the doors to open. Ready to charge out and take some objective or destroy some targeted enemy. It was all too similar. Was that good or bad?

The door slides open, revealing...

>The Citadel course.
>The long and narrow assault course.

>>4058352
>The Citadel course

>>4058352
>>The Citadel course.

>>4058352
>The long and narrow assault course.

>>4058352
>The Citadel course.
Back to where it all started. A reckoning is in order...

>>4058352
>>The long and narrow assault course.

>>4058352
>>The Citadel course.

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>>4058489
>>4058390
>>4058362
>>4058358
>The Citadel course.

Looming large, challenging, and imposing, the fortress cast a long shadow on the training field in front of you. It had clearly been prepped for a run, the many defenses and programmed target droids primed and ready. Some Clone company had likely been on the verge of their trial by fire on the vaunted course, the thought passes through your head, but they had probably found themselves under real fire instead. That may have been their last trial as well.

The Citadel to you, however, was not quite the monster it had seemed when you had first laid eyes upon it. The many walls and towers, the turrets and droids, they had somehow all lost their magical touch of invincibility. Your brothers and you had defeated them of course and that would go a long enough way to do that you think. The droids here were not as deadly as a droideka, the fortress not so tall as a Geonosian hive, and the killing field not as wide or as barren as the aid station had been. There are, however, a few things that seemed deadly enough.

Stalking through the field, noticeably apart from the positioned target droids, a troop of B1s and B2s checking behind each barrier farther inside the course. They appear to be looking for Clones, a methodical sort of clearing that’s buried deep inside their programming. It’s effective and efficient, but woefully simplistic. Your brothers and you advance quietly up to the first line of barriers. Taking cover swiftly, you all hide behind the short wall out of sight.

“They must have just gotten here,” you say quietly, careful to keep yourselves unnoticed, “They’ll probably come this way to get out when they’re done.”

“How do we do this one,” 7651 starts to ask, “Without getting ourselves caught?”

“When my squad hit the fortress,” 5309 offers, uncommonly talkative, “We used a blindspot on the right side. A squad can get three-quarters the way through without being unnoticed. We can wait them out there.”

“Unless they check it on the way back too,” the engineer responds, “These droids are dumb, but they’re meticulously thourough. We could try distracting them.”

“How would that work?” 5309 sneers.

The control panel. The access to the system that controlled the droids and turrets in one place. The control panel that Countdown had found on this field, was it still accessible? Peeking out from your cover, you follow the tell-tale wire on the wall right to where you remember.

>See if 7651 can get the target droids shooting to distract the Separatist droids.
>Keep quiet and follow 5309, speed and silence have worked so far.

>>4058352
>The Citadel course.

>>4058505
>
>Keep quiet and follow 5309, speed and silence have worked so far.

>>4058505
>Keep quiet and follow 5309, speed and silence have worked so far.

>>4058505
>>Keep quiet and follow 5309, speed and silence have worked so far.

>>4058505
>>Keep quiet and follow 5309, speed and silence have worked so far.

>>4058505
>See if 7651 can get the target droids shooting to distract the Separatist droids.

>>4058505
>>See if 7651 can get the target droids shooting to distract the Separatist droids.

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>>4058563
>>4058554
>>4058544
>>4058520
>Keep quiet and follow 5309, speed and silence have worked so far.

The way forward is clear at least, for now the best bet was to keep the droids on their routine and focus on getting past them. You nod at 5309 and give him the signal to take point, the heavy gunner nodding back and hefting his cannon. Giving a quick glance to check the way clear, he proceeds to hurry on to the next set of barriers and cover. 7651 follows after a few moments. Then it is your turn. You breathe deeply and then advance, as quickly and quietly as you can manage. The sound your boots make while hitting the deck is quieter than a whisper. Your armor wasn’t made to be silent, the Kaminoans in fact had made the Phase I armor a bit too impractical for that. Yet, if there’s anything more stealthy than you on this planet, you’d like to know about it.

Always keeping an eye on the droids, the three of you take turns moving forward following in the footsteps on 5309. The Clone seems to have this route memorized and his timing is impeccable. He deftly moves between cover with a smoothness you wouldn’t expect from someone wielding such a clumsy weapon. He’s not as large as Beast, or even you for that matter, so he couldn’t be much stronger could he? Perhaps his familiarity with the cannon was the key, controlling its weight the secret to his movements.

7651 is much more straightforward. The engineer doesn’t waste movement so much as he forces every inch from his stride. It’s evident that he had learned a valuable lesson from Geonosis: if you do run, run fast. The explosive nature of his specialty probably also reinforced that style of education. A slow engineer was probably a dead one in a number of situations.

You’re already halfway through the course, you realize, the distance between you and the droids closing rapidly. They’ve already reached the end and turned around, their sweep of the field complete. 5309 has started waiting longer between making his runs, holding the three of you up slightly as he waits for a clear path along the course. It’s probably wise, you consider, but it certainly doesn’t help make you feel better about getting throu-

A blaster shot goes off. The retort of the rifle load and clear.

>It’s coming behind you!
>It’s coming from the top of the Citadel!

>>4058659
>>It’s coming from the top of the Citadel!

>>4058659
>It’s coming from the top of the Citadel!

>>4058659
I'll let this vote go overnight, I'll be back on tomorrow at 2300 GMT. Thank you for playing today!

>>4058679
Ditto

>>4058659
>>It’s coming behind you!

>>4058659
>It’s coming from the top of the Citadel!

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Hum I really wanna role play on kik with some one
Kik:allycatmouse

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>>4058743
Careful troopers! There's something fishy with this brother.

>>4058753
Reported to Command sir!

>>4058659
>It’s coming from the top of the Citadel!

>>4058743
>>4058753
Sir I think a haircut inspection may be in order, we should remove our helmets..

>>4058659
>>It’s coming from the top of the Citadel!

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>>4059334
>>4058790
>>4058724
>>4058686
>>4058679
>It’s coming from the top of the Citadel!

The blaster bolt buries its way into the back of a B1 that wasn’t walking a mere few yards from your position behind cover. The sound of the droid dropping to the deck is like a bag of cans being rattled. The other droids stop in their tracks and observe the scene, before turning in unison back in the direction of where the shot came from. At the top of the Citadel, you see a brief flash of red as a figure ducks from view. Raising their blasters, the droids start firing like mad at the position.

You watch, completely in surprise, as the droids all begin marching again back in the direction of the great fortress at the end of the training field. There’s no other shots coming from the top, but the droids’ fire is doing serious damage to the cover at the top. They all seem completely focused on who or what has attacked them. 5309 reacts instantly and begins advancing again down the path. You wondered if whoever was up there had seen you or not. That shot seemed very specific in both its time and placement, removing both an enemy from near your position and distracting the rest from your course. It was, quite simply, a bolt out of the blue at just the right moment.

It’s then that you realize 7651 has caught up to 5309 and it’s your turn to move again. You proceed, but keep an eye on the top of the Citadel looking for any sign of the shooter. It had to have been a brother, you think to yourself. All the training droids on the course still seem inactive and there would be to reason or opportunity for anyone else to be up there. Had one or a handful snuck up there to hide? To keep the droids distracted?

As you close in on the end of the course, 5309 deftly guiding you even more easily past the notice of the droids, the thought of a brother at the top of Citadel weighs on you. They had almost surely intervened to your benefit. They may have considered you in danger or even just wanted to help you get through at their expense. It was a worthy cause, even if they didn’t know exactly what you were doing. The question was, what were they expecting you to do?

>You order your brothers to fire on the droids while they’re distracted, you have to help whoever is up there.
>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

>>4059957
>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

>>4059957
>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

>>4059957
>>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

>>4059957
>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

>>4059957
>>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

>>4059957
>>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

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>>4059996
>>4060082
>>4060120
>>4060143
>>4060176
>>4060184
>They were willing to put themselves in danger for you, honor their bravery by completing your mission.

Speed and silence, you think to yourself, and a little help from a brother. That would be the key to your success and make the most meaning of their action. It was a little difficult to not start shooting you had to admit. Still, the position at the top of the Citadel wasn’t exactly a bad one for them. You had never actually seen a droid climb before, so you weren’t certain how they would get up there to attack directly. There was also the possibility the Clone was already moving to make their escape? It wasn’t something you could dwell on with your own concern however.

5309 reaches the last barrier before your destination, hiding behind the base of one of the defensive towers. His goal is clear now, an access way on the back of the field by the look of it, far to the side near the wall of the Citadel. The droids are so focused on their quarry at the top that they don’t even see your brother as he runs to the door and opens it. 5309 kneels in the doorway with his rotary cannon pointed to cover, just in case, when he motions for 7651 to follow. The engineer kicks and charges straight in, leaving you the last one on the outside.

You’re about to stand up when you notice a droid panning its head around toward them. The B1 seems to notice your brothers, suddenly jerking and moving to point. Before it says a word, however, its head explodes with a well placed shot. Likely a little more extra help from your brother up top, you’d wager. You wonder for a moment if it might be Guile, but you knew that certainly couldn’t be the case. The red flash had probably been the training fatigues of a Clone still in training.

Whoever it was, you probably owed them twice as much now to succeed. Certain that no more droids are watching, you rise from your cover and sprint to the door. As you pass through, 5309 takes a step back and hits the controls shutting the door from the training field.

You’re now near the center of the large assembly field at the center of the facility, you realize. Most of the other training areas seem to be rather barren, but there’s at least no droids anywhere that you can see. The way now was clear. The three of you sprint, the sounds of the blasters on the Citadel course fading behind you. You quietly wish your brother there good luck.

Coming to the exit, you hold up slightly, motioning for your brother to get to either side of the access. They comply immediately, taking position as you open the access door. The hallway outside is almost a straight shot to the hangar, still with no droids in sight. It’s also the path you had helped Sergeant Wrax escape through with Countdown and other brothers…

>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?
>You try to think of your squad’s strengths and how you can make the most of them.

>>4060290
>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?
>You try to think of your squad’s strengths and how you can make the most of them.
Sorta need to do both.

>>4060290
Supporting >>4060319

>>4060319
While doing both is certainly possible, it's more a question of how CT-0027 is approaching the problem. He'll probably think about both, but he has to start from somewhere-- either from the basics that he learned in training or from the practical observations he's made watching his brothers.

>>4060319
>>4060349
>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?
Definitely training then

>>4060290
>>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?

>>4060290
>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?

>>4060290
>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?

>>4060290
>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?
Step 1: Nothing to complex because of their mind games
Step 2: something a light saber can't block

Conclusion: consecutive thermal detonators when they have nowhere to jump behind.

>>4060290
>>4060349
>>4060333
>>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?

>>4060290
>>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?

>You think of HK-47. How would he take out a Jedi?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPeI4mX8Nus

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>You think of your training Sergeant. How would he take out a Jedi?

Wrax had never specifically told you about how someone like a Jedi fights or, perhaps more importantly for the moment, how to take them out. That made sense to you, at least in your head, since the Jedi were your generals and incredibly powerful compared to what the average Clone was capable of. He had, however, made sure you understood the tactics for combating enemies that were much stronger, faster, and, supposedly, deadlier than you. As you head down the passageway in the middle of your squad, you quickly think of how your Sergeant would have approached the situation.

The first step was to understand the enemy’s strengths and weaknesses. That would be difficult for this, you note, since you only really knew your enemy had a lightsaber. With Sergeant Vrul, you were able to learn about his preference for psychology and hit and run tactics. Although he had surprised you with a jetpack, that had roughly fit into that style of fighting enough that it hadn’t been too devastating to your plan. From what you have seen of the Jedi you had been around, especially the red-blade from earlier, they all likely favored close quarter fighting, supplementing their medium range deadliness with their force powers. Fighting from long range wasn’t a guarantee though, what happened to Guile was certainly proof of that. As you run, you’re just thankful your own legs hadn’t been hurt.

Choosing the battleground was the next step, but that would have to wait until you arrived at the hangar to know for sure. Your mind instead focuses on your tools and weapons available. The explosive pack and the detonators, the cannon, the shotgun… The ideas in your head from earlier come flooding back. Setting traps might catch them off-guard or overwhelm them. Wrax would definitely advise sustained firepower, ideally to control the battle and where your enemy would go. With a Jedi, however, you wonder if that would be guaranteed? Being able to jump great distances or run with incredible speed would make them a challenging opponent to pin down. They would probably just charge you at first opportunity-

Now that was something Wrax had taught you well. You might not be able to control how a Jedi moves but you could probably know how they would move if they intended to dispatch you or the squad quickly. The basis of an idea starts to grow in your head, you just needed to see the battlefield to face them on now.

The access to the hangar is fast approaching, you’ve made excellent time. You take lead as you approach the door, carefully opening it to glance inside. The first thing you notice is...

>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...
>There’s a multitude of droid transports and, surprisingly, droids leading a large number of Clone prisoners...

>>4060319
Ditto

>>4060487
A classic! Be careful about that clanker though, he's good for understating things.

>>4060500
>Hanger’s empty except for a very distinctive ship
HOBEY HO LET’S GO

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>>4060500
Wait shit no
Let’s rescue our brothers
>multitude of Droid ships

>>4060500
>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060512
Remember this is just choosing what is in the scene. They aren't both there I think.

>>4060500
>>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>>There’s a multitude of droid transports and, surprisingly, droids leading a large number of Clone prisoners...

>>4060578
I know, I was changing my vote

>>4060500
>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>>There’s a multitude of droid transports and, surprisingly, droids leading a large number of Clone prisoners...

Got a bit distracted this evening, apologies! The Separatist threat never stops. I'll let this vote stay overnight and we can regroup tomorrow at around 2300 GMT!

>>4060500
>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>There’s a multitude of droid transports and, surprisingly, droids leading a large number of Clone prisoners...

>>4060500
>>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

>>4060500
>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship...

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>The hangar is practically empty, except for one very distinctive ship…

The cavernous hangar is as barren as you’ve ever seen it. There are no maintenance personnel or droids, there’s no sign of the Separatists, and there’s almost no other indication of activity within it at all. The exception is apparent very quickly, however, and it stands loudly apart as being not normal to see. A Firespray-class starship, clearly looking prepped for launch.

If your quarry was bringing Jango here, there was no doubt what they would be getting onboard. It was mostly a reassuring thought for the most part. Of course you could still be wrong about them escaping this way, a seed of doubt starts to blossom in your mind, but this definitely looked more like a VIP escape ship than a droid one at least. Scanning the rest of the hangar, you double check that there’s no one else around and then order your squad forward to check it out. You had to be sure there wasn’t anything else that could pop out and surprise you.

Hurrying over, the three of you spread out keeping your blasters trained to either side of the ship and the cargo hold access. If anything stepped out you would be ready. The precaution seems to be unnecessary, however, as you approach there’s nothing but continued stillness. When the echo of your boots fades away, your brothers and you are left there besides the ship in silence. 7651 looks a bit more anxious than 5309.

“This isn’t Kaminoan or one of ours,” the engineer says quickly, “Has to be a Sep ship.”

“Brilliant deduction,” 5309 says curtly, “What about it?”

“It’s the only one here,” 7651 continues, keeping focused, “We can plant the Demo Pack and blow it. That will disable the ship and prevent anyone from escaping.”

“Why not just wait until they’re all on it?” 5309 shrugs, “We’d get them all.”

“Jango is the mission,” you reply, “We can’t blow it if he’s taken on board.”

“Then do it now,” the gunner replies testily, “No need to wait.”

That certainly seemed the most practical thing to do, you think, but it did make things uncertain. If Jango’s captors saw they’re ship was destroyed, would they surrender? Run off for a different escape route? Kill him to prevent you from saving him? There were a lot of pieces you couldn’t account for…

>Blow the ship now, you’ll try to follow them afterward. They’ll be forced to improvise and you’ll have an advantage.
>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.

>>4062562
>>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.

>>4062562
>Blow the ship now, you’ll try to follow them afterward. They’ll be forced to improvise and you’ll have an advantage.

>>4062562
>>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.

>>4062562
>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.
Blow it before Jango gets loaded preferably.

>>4062562
>>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.

>>4062562
>>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.

>>4062562
>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.
They will come here if the ship is intact, we wait

>>4062562
>>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.

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>Plant the bomb, but take position to ambush them when you blow it. You’ll be able to hit them when they’re most surprised.

It would be a thin line to walk, but you could think of no better way to catch a Force-user by surprise. Blowing their ship would certainly cause two emotions. The first would be confusion, momentary and probably fleeting if the Jedi you had seen were an indication, and the second would probably be more likely determination, either two find a new way or to avenge their lost ship. That was when you could predict them.

You tell 7651 to start setting the demo pack. Motioning to 5309, the two of you move to start finding other potential useful items about the hangar. There are large moving claws here, like the main hangar. Looking around however, there aren’t nearly as many particularly strong positions to take. The cargo boxes lined up against the wall might provide sufficient cover and a strong position to lay down heavy fire, but it didn’t offer much protection if a Jedi closed the distance… That was important, you knew. Your brothers’ firepower would be useful here, if they could get complete surprise. Perhaps after the bomb went off would be their moment? Still, it was too much to chance if the lightsaber was able to close in on all of you.

All of you, you reflect, did it really have to be all of you? The rotary cannon would certainly be a powerful tool to control the hangar and pour fire from here. The shotgun as well would be deadly, with nothing for a potential target to take cover behind. Perhaps those two could be hidden here, waiting to strike?

“Another access,” 5309 says suddenly, pointing to a nearby door, “Could be a good place to ambush.”

You’re inclined to agree. Checking it out together, the two you see the long passageway behind the door seems empty. If you could get the Jedi to follow you in here, the rotary cannon might be able to keep them at bay. You look up above the doorway, placing detonators here rigged to blow could catch them by surprise. The trick would be getting them to follow. At the very least, you’d have a head start to fall back and wouldn’t be cut off from each other.

You’ve seen enough, you have a plan.

>7651 and 5309 will wait behind the cargo boxes. You will be in the back access. When the ship blows, you’ll start firing and draw the Force-user toward you. The two of them will then ambush the lightsaber user while you have their attention. It divides your squad, but gives the most chances for success.
>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected.
>Write-In

>>4062804
>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected
We want to keep together when facing a force user. The primary objective is preventing their flight, the secondary is surviving.

>>4062804
>>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected.

>>4062804
>Write-In
Check the Cargo crates to see if there are any more detonators of things that explode on board.

>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected
To help with this bit

Minor brush fire to put out, but I'll probably be indisposed for the next couple/few hours. Feel free to plot tactics for now and discuss!

>>4062896
F-fellow Australian?

>>4062804
>>7651 and 5309 will wait behind the cargo boxes. You will be in the back access. When the ship blows, you’ll start firing and draw the Force-user toward you. The two of them will then ambush the lightsaber user while you have their attention. It divides your squad, but gives the most chances for success.

>>4062804
>>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected.

>>4062804
>>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected.

>>4062918
Would explain the timing. It's great being able to check throughout the day.

>>4062804
>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected.

>>4062896
Bit more than I expected, apologies! Stick to the Grand Army lads, it's the good life. I'll look to have something going again at around 1800 GMT.

>>4063609
Its fine man, youve been really good about consistent updates.

The main problem about this is the Jedi sense. Hard to surprise.

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>All three of you will wait in the back access. Once the ship blows, you’ll lure the Jedi into the hallway and pin them with heavy fire. You’ll blow detonators above their head and hopefully take them out. It keeps you all together, but lessens the chance the Jedi will do something unexpected.

As soon as 7651 reports that the demo pack is in place and primed, you order both of your brothers to take position with you at the back entrance. The three of you crowd behind the door and start prepping. The engineer goes to work rigging up the detonators, positioning one each in the upper corners above the door. 5309 goes prone for the most stable firing of his rotary cannon. You close the access door most of the way, but leave the slightest crack so you can watch the hangar as well as throw the door open when the time comes.

7651 is soon done with the preparation of the door trap, the process apparently familiar enough to him from Geonosis to do the at quite rapidly. He passes the detonating switch for the demo pack on the starship to you, leaving it to your eye to decide when to blow it, while keeping the one for the detonators to himself for now. He seems to be the happiest between the three of you for the nature of your preparations, his skills shining through the most. 5309 seems to be a bit more hesitant now that the detonators directly above you could go off without more notice than a switch throw.

You try to calm your own emotions, the excitement of seeing your plan come together undeniable. The fact you were able to get here so quickly and far before your opponent has let you take full advantage of the battlefield and chosen where and how you’ll engage with a level of preparation you’re very unused to having. As the moments pass quietly, you feel your pulse quickening at the prospect of pulling this mission off and making the most of everything. You resort to a breathing technique you’ve used for shooting, forcing yourself to take long breaths and holding them, before slowly releasing and repeating. It would almost be relaxing, if your adrenaline wasn’t doing its best to undo everything.

When the main hangar access door opens you feel every muscle in your body tighten, especially your hand on the detonator switch. You peer through the crack intently, straining to see what or who is coming through.

The first figure is quite clearly…

>A very pale woman. Her head is bald and she’s wearing a bodysuit with two red lightsabers already drawn in their hands.
>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

>>4064184
>>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.
fuck grievous

>>4064184
>>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

>>4064184
>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

>>4064184
>>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

>>4064184
>>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

>>4064184
>>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

>>4064184
>A very pale woman. Her head is bald and she’s wearing a bodysuit with two red lightsabers already drawn in their hands.

Night sister genocide best day of my life

>>4064184
>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

well we don't have to worry about force power atleast

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>A… droid… of some kind. It looks to be wielding an electrostaff, but there’s also a lightsaber prominent on its hip.

The sight of the figure is disturbing, to say the least. It’s not quite like anything you’ve ever seen before. Stalking forward on a pair of sinister claw legs, the look of the droid is almost certainly meant to inspire some kind of fear or trepidation within its opponents. Curiously a long cape flows from its shoulders and trails behind, a strange touch for a droid you can’t help but think. Your attention passes to the appearance of its head, the skull motif of its plating obviously. With animal-like, yellow eyes looking over the room and blinking…

Was this even a droid?

As the figure walks further into the hangar, you see quite clearly that it’s followed by a rather mixed procession. There’s a few B2 Super Battle Droids immediately behind it, but behind them is where things get curious. There’s what looks to be a young clone, with plain clothes rather than training fatigues on, walking just in front of a pair of B1s carrying a large container between them. Following them is another pair of B2s, these looking to be of the very heavily armed sort with large rocket launchers in place of their blasters. These lead another six B1s marching in pairs. Dressed in a the Kaminoan’s medical patient outfit, an older looking version of yourself is being hauled along with them, their feet dragging on the deck.

That had to be Jango, you think to yourself, there was no question about it. The droid-thing in front with the lightsaber must have killed the ARC troopers in the surgery bay with the lightsaber and then taken Jango to get hastily dressed as they collected the needed medical supplies to keep him alive. The younger clone with them was probably none other than Jango’s own clone, Boba. You’d never seen him before, personally, it was interesting how similar he was to your other brothers.

Your attention is drawn back to the front of the line. The strange looking droid leading them steps aside and flourishes its electrostaff, pointing to the starship. A barking sort of sound, tinged by an electronic amplification, comes out of its mouth as it orders the droids.

“Get them onboard,” the fierce looking warrior commands, “Our mission here is compleete!”

As it stands there the rest of the droids, with Jango and Boba, continue to the ship. That wasn’t good, you had been counting on the lightsaber user to be much nearer to the ship than them. If you blew it now you probably wouldn’t even phase the leader and maybe even risk Jango as he gets taken closer and closer. The alternative was to try something else to halt them…

You clutch the detonator tighter.

>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.
>Don’t blow it yet, you’ll have to see if you can get their attention some other way first.

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>>Don’t blow it yet, you’ll have to see if you can get their attention some other way first.

>>4064386
>Don’t blow it yet, you’ll have to see if you can get their attention some other way first.

>>4064386
>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.
Jango will be the first person they load up if things come under fire, once he is on we cant blow it.

>>4064386
>>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.

>>4064386
>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.
This is our one and only window of surprise, let's avoid the risk of losing it. We still have the hallway of gunfire and explosions to get Grievious.

>>4064386
>>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.

>>4064386
>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.

>>4064386
>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.

>>4064386
Wait, if that's Boba, then who was 3034?

>>4064386
>>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.
Can't risk BBQ-ing Jango.

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>Blow the ship early, despite the risk, you’ll just have to improvise a bit.

This was your best chance at making use of your advantage, you had to at least prevent their escape and rely on the rest of your plan to work. Motioning for 7651 and 5309 to get ready, you put your thumb on the detonator.

You would have a few moments once the bomb went off, you knew, the question was how you would best make use of the chaos. Going directly at and overwhelming the fearsome droid clearly in charge was an obvious idea. Even if you didn’t manage to take it out, you would almost certainly guarantee you would have it’s attention. From there you would be able to draw it into the detonator trap. The other option was going after the other droids. Besides just clearing them out of the way, taking out the ones carrying Jango could potentially gain you valuable time preventing the Separatists from escaping with him or killing him in spite. Realizing you’re spending too much time thinking, you opt to start the party and decide in the moment.

Taking one last deep breath, you hit the switch.

The demo pack, placed discreetly on the far side of the starship, explodes a beat later. Ripping through the lower section of the craft, the starboard stabilizer fin is immediately blown apart. The explosion ripples into the main thrusters and the ship is thrown up and over in dramatic fashion. The nearest droids reel for a moment, while the much lighter young clone is blown off his feet and sent tumbling over. The leader droid shields itself with an arm quickly and ducks down, a guttural roar escaping from its maw in anger.

The droids in the back, including those carrying Jango, are surprised but largely unaffected. Confusion reigns for a few more moments as you tear open the access door and order your squad to open fire…

>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.
>Taking out the droids carrying and guarding Jango.

>>4064602
May be my last post for a bit again! I'll try to check in a bit later to keep you updated!

>>4064602
>>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.
He'll either run or die, either negate him as a problem later on. We've chased down Jango once, a little more won't kill us.

>>4064602
>>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.

>>4064602
>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.

>>4064602
>>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.

>>4064570
Hippie Clone? Or a Boba Mk 1?

>>4064602
>focus on the droids carrying boba/Jango
Do we have any extra guns, Jango’s a real good shot

>>4064602
>>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.

>>4064602
>>Taking out the droids carrying and guarding Jango.

>>4064602
>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.
heavy weapons and explosives, scrap the rusties

I'll let this stay open overnight, as it's fairly important and I'm back later than expected.

Thanks for keeping up through a crazy weekend! I'll hopefully be back on a regular schedule tomorrow at 2300 GMT.

>>4064602
>>Taking out the droids carrying and guarding Jango.
Learn how to fight your boss fights, people.

>>4064602
>Taking out the droids carrying and guarding Jango.

PErhaps Jango and Boba will be able to get away once those clankers are gone?

>>4064602
>Focusing on the droid with the electrostaff and lightsaber.

>>4064602
>>Taking out the droids carrying and guarding Jango.
Get the distractions out of the way, then focus the boss. If we're lucky, we might even get a helpful Jango out of it.