Post by Bloody Freak on Jun 9, 2014 21:45:34 GMT
“Move, move, move!”
The commanding voice of the hardened soldier rang out over the shrieks, explosions, and blaster fire illuminating the cavern halls. The three commandos continued to rush forward through the hordes of Geonosians swarming the passageways before them; shooting down any that stood in their path. These three commandos had just received their orders: board the inbound gunship and abandon the area immediately... and in doing so, leave their missing brethren, Sev, behind.
“This isn't right! We can't leave a delta behind! He's our brother!” Demolition expert, Scorch, continued to plead to the point of tears.
“We have our orders, there's nothing I can do!” Squad leader, Boss, answered coldly. As Scorch and Fixer boarded the gunship, Boss looked to the passageway with a solemn gaze. “I am truly sorry, Sev.” With that, Boss entered the gunship.
Scorch slammed his head into his trembling hands and fought back the tears fighting to escape his clenched eyelids. Delta 40, better known as Fixer, looked down upon his brother - both physically and figuratively. Sev was his brother too, yet he held no remorse. Orders were orders, especially when coming from a Jedi master like Yoda. Fixer placed a hand upon Scorch's shoulder in a sham act of sympathy. “Don't worry about 07, he can take care of himself. I'm sure he'll be back with us in no time.”
His heart was pounding, his breath was heavy, and his blood poured from his open wounds. The Delta shuffled through the winding passages, three large gashes in his left thigh slowing his pace.
“Boss, come in!...'bzzzzzt' Scorch, do you read? 'bzzzzt' Damn it, don't you dare leave me behind, Deltas!” The commando cursed as he realized the radio was dead. Sev, the fiercest of the Delta Squad, had barely escaped with his life. An invisible enemy had ambushed him, inflicting serious injuries upon him and the commando only remained alive by using a thermal detonator to collapse the passageway between them. As he limped into the rendezvous, his heart sank - it was empty. He looked down to see blood forming a puddle at his feet. The jagged stub of bone, protruding from where Sev's elbow used to be, twitched back and forth like a light switch - only this switch triggered excruciating pain - and it had no off. The commando closed his eyes and reset himself. He could live through this, he could make it out, he just needed to keep calm. His eyes shot open as a hand landed on his shoulder. “Damn it!”
A fearsome roar engulfed Sev as he was lifted into the air and chucked aside. The delta hit the ground hard and had to scramble to find his sidearm. He turned his head quickly to his foe and took aim. This thing wasn't like anything he had seen before. Clad in a large mask and body armor, this creature stood immense. On his shoulder he wore a weapon that emitted large plasma blasts, and in his hand a staff dripping with blood – his blood. Sev's eyes wondered to the monster's waist. Dangling from parts of their own spinal cords, the heads of two Trandoshans and a large Wookiee swung demonically from side to side. He would not allow that to be his fate. An all so familiar sound of unsheathing blades made the Commando grimace in pain as he relived having his arm severed. Delta 07 started to crawl backwards as he finally remembered to fire his gun. The small blue plasma orbs struck the predator in the chest - again, again, and again. Time seemed to stand still for Sev and the only sound he could hear were the fateful footsteps of the predator as he closed in and raised his blades. A weak grunt escaped Sev's mouth as the blades punctured down and up into his chest and his limp form was hoisted into the air. Pain flowed throughout his entire body and his mind grew foggy from the excessive blood loss. The predator pulled the commando closer and hissed. With tremendous exertion, Sev lifted his head up and stared weakly into the Predator's visor.
“Go to hell, you ugly son of a aauurk...” The left hand of the creature clenched around the commando's throat. The predator cocked his head to the side as he eyed his prey. Sev's eyes widened as his life was being choked out of him. He tried feebly to raise his weapon but his arm shook from exhaustion and pain and the gun slipped from his fingers - a haunting, metallic echo greeted the sidearm as it hit the ground below. The commando knew he was beat, his mind flashed to that of his brothers and his training on Kamino. The words of the Kaminoan, Taun We, wondered into his mind.
"Oh-Seven: with bravery and cunning – you will be the fiercest hunter of all the delta squad." His lips stretched out and formed a smile. It seems he had managed to find a fiercer hunter. The commando clenched his fist as he accepted his fate. He would die today... but not without letting his enemy know... he was one of the Delta Squad! With the last ounce of strength left in his body, he extended his vibroknuckler and lunged it up into the side of the predator's neck. The predator roared in pain as his green blood coated the hand of the commando. As the blood crawled down his wrist, Sev managed a half smirk and then all went dark.
The predator had snapped the dying commando's neck and, with a one fluent motion, removed his head from his body. The sound of Sev's corpse crashing against the floor was overtaken by the victorious roar of the hunter as it echoed throughout the caverns. Delta 07, of the Delta Squad, was no more.
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Two days had passed since Sev had gone missing and the Delta Squad had already been assigned a new replacement.
“It's only temporary, alright? He'd better understand that." Scorch persisted. The squad watched as the clone trooper in question hastily made his way to their company. This trooper held high prestige from his commanders - high enough to earn him a place among the delta squad.
“Welcome to the squad, trooper.” Boss addressed the eager soldier with an outstretched hand.
“It's an honor, Delta 38! I have heard much of your accomplishments and I intend to be an asset to your squad.” Clone trooper, ND-7, took Boss's hand firmly. Boss grinned beneath his mask. This one was like Fixer - by the book- just like any ordinary clone. It was a shame not all of them inherited their predecessor Jango Fett's demeanor. However, his skills with a sniper were going to be needed with their star marksman, Sev, missing; so they'd just have to get used to it.
“I'm glad to hear it, trooper. Let's move, Scorch, take point!”
The silent hunter, perched in the nearby trees, grinned as he studied his prey. These oomans were like the blooded one, whose head down accompanied those on his waistband, and he had proved to an exciting quarry. They were all heavily armed, so he would have to play this one out smart. The dark predator leaned his head back and unleashed a series of clicks – the idea of a challenge excited him greatly.
“Why do they got us out here anyway, Boss? I mean, usually our missions are, well, more exciting, you know?” Boss glanced back to Scorch as he answered.
“Our options were: hunt down fugitive Jedi or patrol for any Geonosians left in this sector. I figured you'd be more okay with the latter.” Scorch nodded his head in agreement. None of the Delta Squad, not even Fixer, was alright with killing Jedi.
“Scorch...” The muffled, warped, voice of Sev could be heard in the distance.
“Sev!?” Scorch called out in alarm.
“Scorch...” The warped voice repeated.
“Shit! Sev, we're coming!” Scorch took off in the direction of the voice - Boss, Fixer, and ND-7 in hot pursuit. “Sev, where are you?!” Scorch yelled frantically as he rushed through the foliage.
“Delta 62, wait! Stay in formation!” But Fixer's pleas were left unheard as Scorch continued on. Plants and vines whipped out and struck Scorch's visor from all angles as he rushed through the forest. The commando ran blindly in the direction of the voice until his feet were suddenly swept out from under him. Scorch hit the ground hard. He looked over his shoulder and cursed the fallen tree lying at the edge of the small clearing. He got to his feet and brushed off only to leap back without warning.
“Holy hell! Sev, you scared the flying Gundark out of me!” Scorch laughed as he looked on to his brother, Sev, whose helmeted head was visible just out of the clearing. Scorch's smile faded as Sev remained silent. ”Sev?” Scorch parted the vegetation only to see Sev's bloodied, severed, head resting on a spike.
Click, click, click....
The commanding voice of the hardened soldier rang out over the shrieks, explosions, and blaster fire illuminating the cavern halls. The three commandos continued to rush forward through the hordes of Geonosians swarming the passageways before them; shooting down any that stood in their path. These three commandos had just received their orders: board the inbound gunship and abandon the area immediately... and in doing so, leave their missing brethren, Sev, behind.
“This isn't right! We can't leave a delta behind! He's our brother!” Demolition expert, Scorch, continued to plead to the point of tears.
“We have our orders, there's nothing I can do!” Squad leader, Boss, answered coldly. As Scorch and Fixer boarded the gunship, Boss looked to the passageway with a solemn gaze. “I am truly sorry, Sev.” With that, Boss entered the gunship.
Scorch slammed his head into his trembling hands and fought back the tears fighting to escape his clenched eyelids. Delta 40, better known as Fixer, looked down upon his brother - both physically and figuratively. Sev was his brother too, yet he held no remorse. Orders were orders, especially when coming from a Jedi master like Yoda. Fixer placed a hand upon Scorch's shoulder in a sham act of sympathy. “Don't worry about 07, he can take care of himself. I'm sure he'll be back with us in no time.”
His heart was pounding, his breath was heavy, and his blood poured from his open wounds. The Delta shuffled through the winding passages, three large gashes in his left thigh slowing his pace.
“Boss, come in!...'bzzzzzt' Scorch, do you read? 'bzzzzt' Damn it, don't you dare leave me behind, Deltas!” The commando cursed as he realized the radio was dead. Sev, the fiercest of the Delta Squad, had barely escaped with his life. An invisible enemy had ambushed him, inflicting serious injuries upon him and the commando only remained alive by using a thermal detonator to collapse the passageway between them. As he limped into the rendezvous, his heart sank - it was empty. He looked down to see blood forming a puddle at his feet. The jagged stub of bone, protruding from where Sev's elbow used to be, twitched back and forth like a light switch - only this switch triggered excruciating pain - and it had no off. The commando closed his eyes and reset himself. He could live through this, he could make it out, he just needed to keep calm. His eyes shot open as a hand landed on his shoulder. “Damn it!”
A fearsome roar engulfed Sev as he was lifted into the air and chucked aside. The delta hit the ground hard and had to scramble to find his sidearm. He turned his head quickly to his foe and took aim. This thing wasn't like anything he had seen before. Clad in a large mask and body armor, this creature stood immense. On his shoulder he wore a weapon that emitted large plasma blasts, and in his hand a staff dripping with blood – his blood. Sev's eyes wondered to the monster's waist. Dangling from parts of their own spinal cords, the heads of two Trandoshans and a large Wookiee swung demonically from side to side. He would not allow that to be his fate. An all so familiar sound of unsheathing blades made the Commando grimace in pain as he relived having his arm severed. Delta 07 started to crawl backwards as he finally remembered to fire his gun. The small blue plasma orbs struck the predator in the chest - again, again, and again. Time seemed to stand still for Sev and the only sound he could hear were the fateful footsteps of the predator as he closed in and raised his blades. A weak grunt escaped Sev's mouth as the blades punctured down and up into his chest and his limp form was hoisted into the air. Pain flowed throughout his entire body and his mind grew foggy from the excessive blood loss. The predator pulled the commando closer and hissed. With tremendous exertion, Sev lifted his head up and stared weakly into the Predator's visor.
“Go to hell, you ugly son of a aauurk...” The left hand of the creature clenched around the commando's throat. The predator cocked his head to the side as he eyed his prey. Sev's eyes widened as his life was being choked out of him. He tried feebly to raise his weapon but his arm shook from exhaustion and pain and the gun slipped from his fingers - a haunting, metallic echo greeted the sidearm as it hit the ground below. The commando knew he was beat, his mind flashed to that of his brothers and his training on Kamino. The words of the Kaminoan, Taun We, wondered into his mind.
"Oh-Seven: with bravery and cunning – you will be the fiercest hunter of all the delta squad." His lips stretched out and formed a smile. It seems he had managed to find a fiercer hunter. The commando clenched his fist as he accepted his fate. He would die today... but not without letting his enemy know... he was one of the Delta Squad! With the last ounce of strength left in his body, he extended his vibroknuckler and lunged it up into the side of the predator's neck. The predator roared in pain as his green blood coated the hand of the commando. As the blood crawled down his wrist, Sev managed a half smirk and then all went dark.
The predator had snapped the dying commando's neck and, with a one fluent motion, removed his head from his body. The sound of Sev's corpse crashing against the floor was overtaken by the victorious roar of the hunter as it echoed throughout the caverns. Delta 07, of the Delta Squad, was no more.
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Two days had passed since Sev had gone missing and the Delta Squad had already been assigned a new replacement.
“It's only temporary, alright? He'd better understand that." Scorch persisted. The squad watched as the clone trooper in question hastily made his way to their company. This trooper held high prestige from his commanders - high enough to earn him a place among the delta squad.
“Welcome to the squad, trooper.” Boss addressed the eager soldier with an outstretched hand.
“It's an honor, Delta 38! I have heard much of your accomplishments and I intend to be an asset to your squad.” Clone trooper, ND-7, took Boss's hand firmly. Boss grinned beneath his mask. This one was like Fixer - by the book- just like any ordinary clone. It was a shame not all of them inherited their predecessor Jango Fett's demeanor. However, his skills with a sniper were going to be needed with their star marksman, Sev, missing; so they'd just have to get used to it.
“I'm glad to hear it, trooper. Let's move, Scorch, take point!”
The silent hunter, perched in the nearby trees, grinned as he studied his prey. These oomans were like the blooded one, whose head down accompanied those on his waistband, and he had proved to an exciting quarry. They were all heavily armed, so he would have to play this one out smart. The dark predator leaned his head back and unleashed a series of clicks – the idea of a challenge excited him greatly.
“Why do they got us out here anyway, Boss? I mean, usually our missions are, well, more exciting, you know?” Boss glanced back to Scorch as he answered.
“Our options were: hunt down fugitive Jedi or patrol for any Geonosians left in this sector. I figured you'd be more okay with the latter.” Scorch nodded his head in agreement. None of the Delta Squad, not even Fixer, was alright with killing Jedi.
“Scorch...” The muffled, warped, voice of Sev could be heard in the distance.
“Sev!?” Scorch called out in alarm.
“Scorch...” The warped voice repeated.
“Shit! Sev, we're coming!” Scorch took off in the direction of the voice - Boss, Fixer, and ND-7 in hot pursuit. “Sev, where are you?!” Scorch yelled frantically as he rushed through the foliage.
“Delta 62, wait! Stay in formation!” But Fixer's pleas were left unheard as Scorch continued on. Plants and vines whipped out and struck Scorch's visor from all angles as he rushed through the forest. The commando ran blindly in the direction of the voice until his feet were suddenly swept out from under him. Scorch hit the ground hard. He looked over his shoulder and cursed the fallen tree lying at the edge of the small clearing. He got to his feet and brushed off only to leap back without warning.
“Holy hell! Sev, you scared the flying Gundark out of me!” Scorch laughed as he looked on to his brother, Sev, whose helmeted head was visible just out of the clearing. Scorch's smile faded as Sev remained silent. ”Sev?” Scorch parted the vegetation only to see Sev's bloodied, severed, head resting on a spike.
Click, click, click....
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I'll check this out fully in a bit.
