Bab 69: Grenadier
Dageer and Salv went back the way they came, not forgetting to lock the grid, although it wouldn't make a difference. Two clones were sent to place some detonators on the grid. Hopefully, the explosion would take out a few of the enemies, and warn the defending clones.
Salv sent some men to pick up the two dead mon calamarians, in hope that they could find something about who they would be fighting, but it was in vain.
Time passed, and the night soon arrived. Some clones were left on the walls in case the enemy tried to attack from there, but the main defenses were on the inside. The well was surrounded by a multitude of clones. The medical base didn't have any E-Webs, but was well supplied with electric grenades. Those were specifically designed to restrain some of the more dangerous predators on Scarif's ocean, and would work well against an aquatic enemy like the mon calamarians.
The electric grenades could be attached to a launcher on the blaster, so when underwater they could still be launched. Dageer was walking amongst the clones, making sure they were ready for the battle.
And then the ground went down and surged up at the same time. A column of water rose, and two unfortunate clones were caught into it, being torn to pieces. For a moment all the clones turned to where the implosion happened, and it was at that exact moment that the mon calamarians came out of the well.
The one leading them had his top stripped, and a large half of it covered by black and blue tattoos. Hiigi stabbed his vibro-trident on the back of a poor clone, then pulled it viciously and threw it at another clone, impaling him.
Dageer had to recognize how clever the enemy was. They had discovered and disarmed the thermal detonators on the grid, and also had to dig a hole underwater and blow it, at the same time distracting the clones and stopping them from using the electric grenades.
Another clone fell, and the already small garrison went from eighteen to fifteen. Dageer turned and fired his DC-15A, days without end of practice guiding his hands. A few pulls on the trigger, two dead mon calamarians, and the effect was better them a sign saying 'shoot me' on his armor. That was, at least until Metal showed up.
Metal got up from his crouched stance, using both hands to lift his Z-6 Rotary at his waist. Green blood flowed from the bodies of some mon calamarians, their lack of armor only making the situation grosser.
By now the mon calamarians had changed their vibro-tridents to a kind of blaster that fired red lasers. By Dageer's side, one clone was hit on his shoulder, falling to the ground in pain. Dageer dropped his weapon and dragged him until most of his body was behind the treadmill.
"Three-four! Wounded!"
"Coming!"
Three-four ran from behind his own piece of cover, and even killed one mon calamari while at it. He knelt besides Dageer and the wounded clone, checking his wound.
"Sir, press here, we need to stop the bleedi... damn!"
Red laser hit the treadmill in front of them, pulling splinters of it. Dageer took Three-four DC-15S and got up.
"Change of plans! Three-four, do your best and get him behind something. We need every clone here."
The wounded clone moaned, and reached for his weapon.
"I can still fight sir. Cough! Cough!"
"No, you can't. Be a good boy and follow orders. Three-four!"
"On it!"
While their little exchange was going on, the mon calamarians had gained more ground, dozens of them already on the base, and more coming out of the well.
"Brain!!!"
Brain listened to him, and knew what to do. From his belt, a handful of thermal detonators appeared. Back on Kamino, when Hell Squad found out that Brain was putting so much training on throwing grenades, they had made fun of him.
Now, each and every one of the detonators he threw took out bunches of mon calamarians. Dageer had a random thought about how Brain, the one who didn't have a specified role on Hell Squad, went out after it by himself, deciding to train in the position they were missing, a grenadier.
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