Post by Bloody Freak on Jun 17, 2014 2:22:51 GMT
"Get up!!! Boss! Boss!!... Dammit stay with me!"
The light flickered through Delta 38’s cracked visor. The dull hum of static ran through his ears, slowly being replaced by gun fire and the distant shouts of one of his squad. His body was numb and his head throbbed uncontrollably. What had happened? He couldn’t remember a thing. He slowly reached up to his helmet and removed it from his head, allowing the freezing rain to rush over his face. His headache began to fade under the rain’s presence, slowly permitting his other senses to come to life. The stinging rain kept his sight somewhat impaired but he could still make out the illuminating scarlet of blaster fire off in the distance. His sense of smell returned as well, filling 38’s sinuses with the overwhelming scent of smoke.
“Boss! Oh shit that looks bad! Don’t worry, I got you!”
38 looked up to see the form of Scorch running towards him. Before he got to him though, another sense returned – pain. Boss unleashed a bloodcurdling screech into the air and looked down to see the source of the smoke. A large black hole was now visible in the center of his chest, the chest plate that use to be there was nowhere to be seen. His flesh was now a black crust and blood seeped out from around the crevices. Scorch knelt beside him with a med kit.
“Gah!...What’s the situ...ation, delta?”
Boss gritted his teeth and his eyes rocked back and forth but he tried his best to keep calm. Scorch looked down on the gaunt face of his commander and frowned beneath his helmet.
“Sev is dead, sir. I found him in the clearing a few clicks north. It... it wasn't pretty, Boss... I heard gunfire so I ran back as fast as I could. The new guy was already a goner - head and spinal cord ripped clean off! You were struck in the chest before I could even find the target – some blue plasma thing came flying out of freakin’ nowhere! Once the rain picked up, Fixer and I caught sight of him. He’s huge, Boss! Fixer tagged him a few times and I nicked him with an anti-armor shot. It got the bastard on the run for sure. Fixer went after him and told me to take care of you. So here I am.”
The cooling sensation of bacta rushed over Boss as Scorch held the paddles over his charred form. The pain began to fade. Then, a realization came over him – the sound of blaster fire was gone.
“Scorch, get back to Fixer now!”
Scorch rose to his feet and suddenly a circular shape whizzed over Boss’s head and a warm wet substance landed on his face. Boss turned back to Scorch, who still stood in front of him.
“Scorch? Are you alright?
Delta 62 stroked his hand along his body carefully, then after breathing a sigh of relief, Scorch slowly looked back around and held up his thumb.
“Yeah, I think all's good, Boss.”
The delta took one step forward and his upper torso peeled from his frame and thudded to the ground.
Delta 38’s eyes widened and he thrust his hand into the moist jungle floor, forcing himself to his feet. He hastily looked for his blaster, only to grab the one still clutched in Scorch’s lifeless fingers.
The jungle seemed to roar to life all at once, everything was moving faster than reality to the delta commander. He whirled around in a circle, squinting as the rain pelted his naked eyes. Leaves flew by, animals scurried past his feet, and the fateful thud of 62’s lower half finally collapsing to the floor all caused Delta 38’s heart to race.
He began to limp off in a random direction, scouring the hectic jungle for his unseen foe. Then his heart jumped as a hand grabbed hold of his wrist as he rounded a tree.
“Boss…”
About three feet off the ground, Fixer rested against the tree, pinned there by a metallic staff.
“Dropped my gun… sir… almost had him… he’s… fast… so fast…”
Boss stared into the blank visor of his brother – a deep sadness overwhelming him as he knew he was fading quickly.
“Where did he go, Delta?”
“Heh… sir… he never left…”
The hair on Boss’s arms rose to a point and he slowly turned to face whatever it was that awaited him. A large figure, clad in nothing but mesh and a helmet, looked down upon him. The clone instinctively tried raising his blaster, but he wasn’t fast enough. The alien grabbed a hold of the weapon and ripped it from his grasp, kicking him to his back in the process.
Boss grunted in pain and looked up to see the creature lumbering toward him. Fixer’s body hung limp against the tree beside him. Boss scrambled to his feet, unleashing his vibro-knuckler and entering into a fighter’s stance. A metallic sheathing sound filled the air as the beast unleashed his wristblades. Boss’s heart thumped uncontrollably and the pain in his chest began to resurface. This creature was unlike anything he had ever seen – larger than any Trandoshan, faster than any Geonosian, and he made him feel something he never thought he would feel – fear.
The commando anxiously awaited his foe to make the first move. It seemed like time slowed as he watched the large creature move forward. Even the rain seemed to slow its descent as the creature swung its right arm and began the battle.
The two traded blows: a punch to head, a kick to the torso, and a cut across the chest. Both bled as the rain pounded their bodies. But Boss knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His foe was stronger. His foe was quicker. His foe was smarter. With one last fateful lunge, the creature parried with his left handed blade and severed the clone’s hapless arm with his right. Boss didn’t even yell, he simply crumbled to his knees and slumped his head forward. It all happened so fast. How had this creature overwhelmed them with such ease? Maybe if Sev was there things would have been different. The clone closed his eyes and let the darkness engulf him. His body was burnt, torn, and broken, yet his mind was far worse off. He heard the creature walk behind him and yet he didn’t even attempt to move. He died before the monster could swing. The predator lifted the clone’s severed head into the air and his roar of triumph echoed throughout the jungle.
The Delta Squad was no more.
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A week had passed since his battle with the clones. His wounds from the battle had long healed by then and he sat perched on a tree branch scouring Kashyyyk’s landscape. Creatures of all sorts roamed these jungles – their intelligence left something to be desired though. Two factions had caught his attention though. A group of hairy ooman-like creatures battled savagely with their metal advisories. However, a day or two ago, the metallic ones simply… died. Every last one simply dropped to the floor without even a push. Even more intriguing to Dark was that the oomans who fought alongside the hairy ones turned their fire onto their allies as soon as their metal quarry ceased to function.
The oomans on this world all seemed the same to Dark and he found hunting them oddly repetitive. The ones who called themselves “Delta Squad” appeared to be their greatest warriors and the few oomans Dark hunted down after them lacked the challenge Dark desperately desired. Perhaps the hairy oomans would pose more of a threat?
The sound of battle suddenly reached Dark’s ear and he took off in that direction without delay. As he leapt through the air, from tree to tree, his form became hidden to the naked eye as his cloaking field enveloped his body.
“Fall back! There’s too many of them-ACK!”
The clone officer’s warning was cut off with a bolt through the neck – his troops, nevertheless, heeded his warning and ran. The Wookiees charged after them firing green energy blasts from their primitive looking bows, dropping a few of the fleeing soldiers.
“RAAAAAAAHHGH!!!”
The Wookiees roared in victory as they watched their enemies flee. Unbeknownst to them, the real battle for their lives would begin in moments.
High above the battlefield, Dark watched with excitement. His helmet zoomed in on the hairy ooman’s weapons and a list of details scrolled along his visor. They weren’t as primitive as he had thought. They carried crossbows that fired like blasters; some firing up to three shots in a spread fire radios. Their melee combat impressed Dark as well. Dark had watched a single Wookiee take on five clones at once, with but a blade, and he butchered them all with ease.
Suddenly, one of the larger black haired Wookiees turned in his direction and sniffed the air. His eyes went crossed eyed as he attempted to see the three red dots that abruptly appeared on his forehead.
“SPLAAAT!”
The other Wookiees’ eyes widened in shock as their brethren’s head erupted without warning. A second Wookiee screamed in horror as a net flew through the air and encased his body. His brothers rushed to his aid but could do nothing as the net slowly diced their brother’s carcass into small chunks of flesh.
“RAAAAAAAHHGH!!!”
The war cry caught the Wookiees off guard. It sounded as if another group of Wookiees were the cause of their brethren’s death. This angered them greatly. With a returned roar, the group of Wookiee warriors raised their bowcasters and charged into the jungle before them. Wookiee or not, their enemy would die for what they had done.
The light flickered through Delta 38’s cracked visor. The dull hum of static ran through his ears, slowly being replaced by gun fire and the distant shouts of one of his squad. His body was numb and his head throbbed uncontrollably. What had happened? He couldn’t remember a thing. He slowly reached up to his helmet and removed it from his head, allowing the freezing rain to rush over his face. His headache began to fade under the rain’s presence, slowly permitting his other senses to come to life. The stinging rain kept his sight somewhat impaired but he could still make out the illuminating scarlet of blaster fire off in the distance. His sense of smell returned as well, filling 38’s sinuses with the overwhelming scent of smoke.
“Boss! Oh shit that looks bad! Don’t worry, I got you!”
38 looked up to see the form of Scorch running towards him. Before he got to him though, another sense returned – pain. Boss unleashed a bloodcurdling screech into the air and looked down to see the source of the smoke. A large black hole was now visible in the center of his chest, the chest plate that use to be there was nowhere to be seen. His flesh was now a black crust and blood seeped out from around the crevices. Scorch knelt beside him with a med kit.
“Gah!...What’s the situ...ation, delta?”
Boss gritted his teeth and his eyes rocked back and forth but he tried his best to keep calm. Scorch looked down on the gaunt face of his commander and frowned beneath his helmet.
“Sev is dead, sir. I found him in the clearing a few clicks north. It... it wasn't pretty, Boss... I heard gunfire so I ran back as fast as I could. The new guy was already a goner - head and spinal cord ripped clean off! You were struck in the chest before I could even find the target – some blue plasma thing came flying out of freakin’ nowhere! Once the rain picked up, Fixer and I caught sight of him. He’s huge, Boss! Fixer tagged him a few times and I nicked him with an anti-armor shot. It got the bastard on the run for sure. Fixer went after him and told me to take care of you. So here I am.”
The cooling sensation of bacta rushed over Boss as Scorch held the paddles over his charred form. The pain began to fade. Then, a realization came over him – the sound of blaster fire was gone.
“Scorch, get back to Fixer now!”
Scorch rose to his feet and suddenly a circular shape whizzed over Boss’s head and a warm wet substance landed on his face. Boss turned back to Scorch, who still stood in front of him.
“Scorch? Are you alright?
Delta 62 stroked his hand along his body carefully, then after breathing a sigh of relief, Scorch slowly looked back around and held up his thumb.
“Yeah, I think all's good, Boss.”
The delta took one step forward and his upper torso peeled from his frame and thudded to the ground.
Delta 38’s eyes widened and he thrust his hand into the moist jungle floor, forcing himself to his feet. He hastily looked for his blaster, only to grab the one still clutched in Scorch’s lifeless fingers.
The jungle seemed to roar to life all at once, everything was moving faster than reality to the delta commander. He whirled around in a circle, squinting as the rain pelted his naked eyes. Leaves flew by, animals scurried past his feet, and the fateful thud of 62’s lower half finally collapsing to the floor all caused Delta 38’s heart to race.
He began to limp off in a random direction, scouring the hectic jungle for his unseen foe. Then his heart jumped as a hand grabbed hold of his wrist as he rounded a tree.
“Boss…”
About three feet off the ground, Fixer rested against the tree, pinned there by a metallic staff.
“Dropped my gun… sir… almost had him… he’s… fast… so fast…”
Boss stared into the blank visor of his brother – a deep sadness overwhelming him as he knew he was fading quickly.
“Where did he go, Delta?”
“Heh… sir… he never left…”
The hair on Boss’s arms rose to a point and he slowly turned to face whatever it was that awaited him. A large figure, clad in nothing but mesh and a helmet, looked down upon him. The clone instinctively tried raising his blaster, but he wasn’t fast enough. The alien grabbed a hold of the weapon and ripped it from his grasp, kicking him to his back in the process.
Boss grunted in pain and looked up to see the creature lumbering toward him. Fixer’s body hung limp against the tree beside him. Boss scrambled to his feet, unleashing his vibro-knuckler and entering into a fighter’s stance. A metallic sheathing sound filled the air as the beast unleashed his wristblades. Boss’s heart thumped uncontrollably and the pain in his chest began to resurface. This creature was unlike anything he had ever seen – larger than any Trandoshan, faster than any Geonosian, and he made him feel something he never thought he would feel – fear.
The commando anxiously awaited his foe to make the first move. It seemed like time slowed as he watched the large creature move forward. Even the rain seemed to slow its descent as the creature swung its right arm and began the battle.
The two traded blows: a punch to head, a kick to the torso, and a cut across the chest. Both bled as the rain pounded their bodies. But Boss knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His foe was stronger. His foe was quicker. His foe was smarter. With one last fateful lunge, the creature parried with his left handed blade and severed the clone’s hapless arm with his right. Boss didn’t even yell, he simply crumbled to his knees and slumped his head forward. It all happened so fast. How had this creature overwhelmed them with such ease? Maybe if Sev was there things would have been different. The clone closed his eyes and let the darkness engulf him. His body was burnt, torn, and broken, yet his mind was far worse off. He heard the creature walk behind him and yet he didn’t even attempt to move. He died before the monster could swing. The predator lifted the clone’s severed head into the air and his roar of triumph echoed throughout the jungle.
The Delta Squad was no more.
…....................................................................................................
A week had passed since his battle with the clones. His wounds from the battle had long healed by then and he sat perched on a tree branch scouring Kashyyyk’s landscape. Creatures of all sorts roamed these jungles – their intelligence left something to be desired though. Two factions had caught his attention though. A group of hairy ooman-like creatures battled savagely with their metal advisories. However, a day or two ago, the metallic ones simply… died. Every last one simply dropped to the floor without even a push. Even more intriguing to Dark was that the oomans who fought alongside the hairy ones turned their fire onto their allies as soon as their metal quarry ceased to function.
The oomans on this world all seemed the same to Dark and he found hunting them oddly repetitive. The ones who called themselves “Delta Squad” appeared to be their greatest warriors and the few oomans Dark hunted down after them lacked the challenge Dark desperately desired. Perhaps the hairy oomans would pose more of a threat?
The sound of battle suddenly reached Dark’s ear and he took off in that direction without delay. As he leapt through the air, from tree to tree, his form became hidden to the naked eye as his cloaking field enveloped his body.
“Fall back! There’s too many of them-ACK!”
The clone officer’s warning was cut off with a bolt through the neck – his troops, nevertheless, heeded his warning and ran. The Wookiees charged after them firing green energy blasts from their primitive looking bows, dropping a few of the fleeing soldiers.
“RAAAAAAAHHGH!!!”
The Wookiees roared in victory as they watched their enemies flee. Unbeknownst to them, the real battle for their lives would begin in moments.
High above the battlefield, Dark watched with excitement. His helmet zoomed in on the hairy ooman’s weapons and a list of details scrolled along his visor. They weren’t as primitive as he had thought. They carried crossbows that fired like blasters; some firing up to three shots in a spread fire radios. Their melee combat impressed Dark as well. Dark had watched a single Wookiee take on five clones at once, with but a blade, and he butchered them all with ease.
Suddenly, one of the larger black haired Wookiees turned in his direction and sniffed the air. His eyes went crossed eyed as he attempted to see the three red dots that abruptly appeared on his forehead.
“SPLAAAT!”
The other Wookiees’ eyes widened in shock as their brethren’s head erupted without warning. A second Wookiee screamed in horror as a net flew through the air and encased his body. His brothers rushed to his aid but could do nothing as the net slowly diced their brother’s carcass into small chunks of flesh.
“RAAAAAAAHHGH!!!”
The war cry caught the Wookiees off guard. It sounded as if another group of Wookiees were the cause of their brethren’s death. This angered them greatly. With a returned roar, the group of Wookiee warriors raised their bowcasters and charged into the jungle before them. Wookiee or not, their enemy would die for what they had done.
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