Don't let them know what hit 'em

From "Back to work"

The trees appeared instantly, and they were followed too closely by the ground. We hit pretty hard, and jumped out, looking for a fight. There weren't any droids on the ground near us, but our first priority was to take out the Anti - Air turrets so that the Gunships could get out, and more troops could be brought in. It wasn't too hard to find the first turret, after all, there were plenty of them. We had landed in a sort of coniferous forest, but the turrets were dispersed in the trees and in the plains surrounding them. The mystery planet was beginning to form it's landscape around us. There was indeed a large forested area which was partially covered in snow, and the plains around it were home to grasses around 2 feet tall, and the ground around them harboured snow as well.

My squad headed towards the nearest AA gun, which seemed to be utilizing shells to "enhance" the plasma. All that we needed to do was take care of the droids operating it, and stick a charge to the gun itself. That's what we thought at least. We jumped over the small barriers surrounding the turret position, and opened fire on the droids inhabiting it. The last droid activated a failsafe, and we didn't even notice. A few seconds later, the turret exploded just as Kappa 664 and Tau 492 were setting the charge. The blast knocked me onto my chest, and when I turned around to look for the 2 demolitions men, all I saw was a chunk of blacked plastoid and a mangled helmet. The charges had gone off as well, which caused the plasmatic blast to magnify at least by ten times it's original power. Now we knew that these Confederates were prepared for our "surprise" ground assault. "Next gun, next gun!" yelled our clone CO. "Use grenades, and don't let them know what hit 'em."

A short post, but this will be continued...

Back to work

After my last "escapade", I had to spend almost a week in a tank of pure bacta, and I've been in an improptu sort of "rehab" (not much thought is given to clones who survive serious injury). After quite some time, I was ready to go back. I had to re enter rigorous training, but an officer noticed that my number appeared on a Republic commendation list, and he let me through. So now, here I am, waiting for the enormous Cruiser that will take me and my division, the 305th, to yet another battlefront.

2 days later:

Today is "Deployment Day". We all look forward to and dread it. I can hear the massive Repulsor engines roaring in reverse, we've come out of hyperspace. I don't know where we are, none of us do. All we know is that a lot of us won't be coming off of this planet we're about to land on. That was the only thing we were told. A voice blares over the intercom: "Legion 225, move to Boarding Area 549". A trooper I was talking with, his name was Omega, I think, stood at attention as his C.O. yelled "You heard 'em, 225, let's go!" Such was the way of it. The 305th division was split into legions, units, platoons, and squadrons. We were only expecting a few squads per unit to make it. Finally, my legion was called, and we moved to our boarding zone. Only 2 squadrons could fit on a gunship, so I said goodbye to my other friends, and climbed slowly aboard. My hip still hurt from a serious bone fracture, but I wouln't give up defending the Republic until I physically couldn't. That's what I was born for.

The gunships descended swiftly and quietly through the dusk sky on the planet, but the pilots still seemed nervous. It's never a good sign when your pilot is nervous, because they almost never are. I heard a strange sound from over to the right. It reminded me of Geonosis, and a chill went up my spine. It had an eerie quality to it, it almost vibrated the air around it. I smiled a little, it sounded kind of pleasant. Then I saw it, and simultaneously recognized the sound. "FIERFEK!!" yelled the pilot, "Anti Air guns!" A chunk of golden plasma rocketed past the side of the gunship, momentarily blinding me. The whole dropship shook violently. Then the ship next to ours was hit. It didn't actually explode right away. The plasma impacted the bottom, and time seemed to slow. It molded around the bottom of the ship, and in a fraction of an instant, 15 troopers, and 2 pilots were disintegrated. The pilots decided that they needed to get us out as soon as possible, so they practically cut power to the repulsorlifts that power the crafts. We fell a few hundred feet, before the pilot reactivated them, and just in time. The trees appeared instantly, and they were followed too closely by the ground. We hit pretty hard, and jumped out, looking for a fight.

To Be Continued...