Chapter 8: Kill Some Droids
"We were shot down as soon as we left the cruiser. After we crashed CT-4063 here found an AT-TE. We made our way there, but they were alredy dead. Unluckly for us, or for them, we found the droid squad who killed them. We killed them, but lost two men."
The squad leader reported, and that took the lieutenant attention.
"You only lost two men to kill ten B1 and one B2? That's impressive. CT-4099, there was a sergent and two squad leaders in your Laat. I assume they are dead?"
"Yes. We lost the sergent and eighteen others, including one pilot. Honestly, if it wasn't for CT-4063 we would have lost more."
The lieutenant looked at CT-4063 after hearing that. A clone killing a bunch of droids wasn't surprising, but being praised as the reason the others were alive as unusual.
"Seems like we have a good soldier here. CT-4063 right? As you have noticed we have a big battle going on. From what CT-4099 said you have some skills. Congratulations, you are now a squad leader."
That really came as a surprise to CT-4063, but he was fast in thanking the lieutenant. The lieutenant sent CT-4099 away to take care of his men. Next he turned to CT-4063.
"CT-4063, you will take command of Hell squad. They lost their leader on the last push we did. Pick them up and go to the left flank. Lieutenant Thire could use help there. Go now."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
It was easy to find his new squad. They were alredy waiting for him, weapons loaded. As soon as he arrieved they saluted him.
"We are ready for battle sir."
It was quite strange for CT-4063 to receive such respect. Just a few minutes before he was on the same place as those clones.
There were ten clones, making up a normal squad. They stood tall, with their DC-15A leaning on their shoulder, helmets off, in the standard ready position. Their haircuts were different, some with short military style, others totally shaved. But their features were the same. I was impossible to look at them and think they were anything other than clones.
CT-4063 took off his helmet. He thougth it would be good that his men knew his face, even if it was the same as theirs.
"I would like to make a speech here, but Lieutenant Thire is in trouble. I know you just lost your squad leader, but now is not the time to mourne. I want each of you to get at least five droid kills for him. The last one to do so cleans the weapons after the battle. Any questions?"
With a grin a clone numbered CT-2891 raised his hand.
"It is a competition then. Are you also participating sir?"
"I sure am. Alright Hell Squad! It's time to kill some droids."
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