REPUBLIC COMMANDO
Zero Hour - Clone Wars - Geonosis
I order Four-Oh to point and send him to recon the forward area. Clone Advisor 01's voice pipes into my helmet: "Delta, now that you've destroyed the gun placement, we are making a supply drop near your position. This includes an anti-armor attachment for your DC-17."
Scorch lets out a whoop of joy. "Yes! More explosives! Delta Advisor, you just made my day!"
Time to get inside the Seperatist Core Ship. "Alright, Delta's move out." "Aye, sir." Fixer takes point as Sev follows behind with sniper cover. Scorch keeps looking for the anti-armor drop, and I bring up the rear.
"LOOK OUT! BUGS!" A swarm of Geonosians drop from a hidden cave from the mesa behind us. The deep orange sun blinds my vision as I take aim and punch plasma into the onslaught of bugs.
Scorch lobs a grenade into the midst, sending sticky yellow bug juice everywhere.
"Alright, there may be more of them. Let's move out."
"Look, boss, there's the Core Ship." says Delta Four-Oh, looking at the gigantic spherical ship as big as a small mountain.
"You sure, Forty? Maybe there's another one around the corner." quips Scorch.
"Keep this comm clear. Let's go."
We move out, strangling Geos and electrocuting droids. From the corner of my visor I can see Four Oh happily plunging his Katarn Armor Vibro-blade into a Geo's heart - or whatever they have that passes for it.
"Aaaarggh" Someone screams.
SCORCH! Swarming Geonosians are sticking their pikes into Six-Two's armor. His vitals look bad on my HUD. "Sev, sniper cover! NOW!" "Snipe position, ready, boss." Under Oh-Seven's steady stream of plasma covered metallic bolt cover, I crawl my way over to assist Six-Two. I plung into my backpack for the Bacta-Utility. I plug it into Scorch's implant and pump him with bacta. An electric wake up call, and he slowly gets up.
"Thanks, Boss. Six-Two, ready for action."
"Alright, let's move in."
"Oh-Seven: ammo spent."
"Four-Oh covering vector."
We hike through the broken mesas and wreckages of fighter craft - Geonosian and Republic. I see a dead trooper, half burried under a laser cannon mount. What a waste of good genes. Not too far, we see the supply drop being released. But a Clone Commando's life isn't that easy.
Delta-40 opens comm: "Boss, we have SBDs converging on our waypoint." Super Battle Droids. Just what we need with almost no ammo.
"Delta, take sniper position there." "Aye, sir."
"Four Oh, see if that turret is operational." I say pointing to a half broken turret placed by the now dead clone troopers. "Roger."
"Scorch, cover me - I'm going in for the supplies." "You got it, Delta Lead."
With plenty of cover fire - though it would not remain for long - I sprint for the supply drop. Scorch throws in an Electro-static grenade, temporarily inhibiting the large battle droids, but sucking some juice from my personal shields as well. I jump for the attachment. There. I made it. I slap on the anti-armor attachment on the DC-17 and fire off the first roung, taking out all three of the Super Battle Droids.
"WOOOHOO" "Quite. Delta Advisor, we are at the entrance to the Core Ship with moderate resistance, but the entrance is shielded."
Seven yells from his sniping position way behind, "Stupid droids! Let us through!"
"Delta Squad," the Advisor joins in, "make your way West. I'm updating the Objective Tracker. You will be able to go through the aft loading bay. Once you reach the entrance to the loading bay, I'll give you further instructions. Delta Advisor out."
"Boss, we need to demo this rockslide to get through... and I'm not just saying that coz I love to blow things up."
Scorch's pod brother, Seven, replies, "Yes you are."
"Alright, Delta, give me an explosive solution."
Scorch plants a demolition charge as Sev finds a new position to snipe from. Fixer covers Scorch's back, as I ready the AntiArmor for the next onslaught of droids.
"Demo is ready when you are, Three-Eight."
"Stand back, Deltas." BOOM! The rocks turn into dust as a barrage of laser fire cuts through the cloud of smoke and dust.
"SBDs!"
"Delta, sniper - there. You, cover him. Four-Oh, sniper position - there." I cover them with the anti-armor rounds as they take position. A Super Battle Droid takes the chance of grabbing Fixer when my anti-armor rounds are depleted.
Oh for crying out loud - I can't let his crush my brother. I let go of my weapon, stick out the vibroblade from under my gauntlet sheath and ram it into the droid's posterior shell, ripping wires, circuits and - at last - hydraulic command units! The droid goes down as Four-Oh looks for a bacta dispenser. Command had made a drop of hundreds of them across the battle fields on Geonosis as the battle began.
Suddenly, Seven yells "Look out!"
Scorch: "What is that thing?"
Clone Advisor joins the comm: "Delta Squad, pay attention. This is a dwarf spider droid. One of the nastiest anti-infantry units the Trade Federation has. It's armor is rated for starship hulls. The only weak spot is the red control orb on it's abdomen. If you can destroy it you can disable the droid."
Scorch: "So, hit the big red ball on the spider. Right."
But the Spider Droid, as large as a drop ship, hunkers on towards us - and fires. A large plasma round takes both Seven and Fixer down. And then it "sits", closing down the gap between it's hull that exposes the control orb with it's frontal leg plates.
Damn.
"Scorch, take up anti-armor position there. It's up to you and me now..." and I run towards the Spider Droid, DC-17 all charged up... Kote!