"Not much of the friendly type..." Sev growled out under his breath before continuing in a much louder tone, "like I'd forget how to play that game. Of course i remember, you throw a rock, distract some personnel, and jurkadir them when they're not ready..haha, a lot of good times doing that...anyways-" Sev stopped mid sentence to struggle picking up a few stones letting out a grunt in the process then proceeding to speak "Yeah...I remember."
Passing one stone to his brother, and keeping the other for himself the injured clone couldn't hide his growing backside pain much longer. "Scorch, could you please stop shabing with me and give me that bactor haha, I can't kill more 'bugs' in this current state..."
"Oh come on Sev... When did you start belly aching? I'm joking... here you go. Bacta, as ordered. Though you should definitely see a medical droid once where done with the anti-air." Scorch advised giving him the bacta gun.
"Hey spartan, pick a rock. When your ready, we'll throw." Scorch indicated to 119.
"Hey lets be realistic Sev... You made a friend!" Scorch chuckled.
Snatching the gun from Scorch in a joking way, Sev injected himself directly into the flesh wound healing the burns and laceration in a remarkably fast rate. "Better.." The blood covered clone murmured.
As the bacta crawled over his shoulder and down his back with its numbing embrace Sev felt as if liquid nitrogen was flowing through his veins and he couldn't help but give a slight shiver. "Scorch.....I don't have friends, I have the few I consider my brothers, and then i have comrades...Nothing more." Grabbing his gun the comando remembered he had no more ammo left "Scorch, by any chance, do you have more ammo on you?"
Ke'undar watched the two brothers converse and shook his head sadly at Scorch's question, the clones were pure warriors, they deserved a much better death than just withering away. He readied his combi-staff to attack his target, the bug. The rest could handle the two sniper droids."That is why Yautja don't have senators, there is no honor in politics" He saw them ready stones for a distraction and moved behind his target, ready to take him out.
"..." banter while trying to keep a low profile was a really stupid move. The droids turned as the group spoke, it seemed like it was going to happen. The Clones seemed to busy having social hour to realize there was a mission at hand.
119 sprinted towards one of them, opening her energy sword upon reaching the droid. It attempted to fire a shot however she sliced through the gun before any trigger was pulled, the weapon moving through with ease before cutting into the droid's central processing base (chest area).
She cursed into the Comms, if the clones were to play their game, they'd have to play it quick. She turned as the other sniper took aim, phalange on the trigger. (At whom is up for interpretation)
"Oh good. She took the bait." Scorch spoke, chucking the stone as hard as he could down the canyon. It flew threw the air, clanged against a rather un-sturdy boulder, and fell into the canyon floor. The effect it caused forced the attention of any Geonosian warrior around to immediatley fly to the scene. Scorch lept into action, charging forward, tackling the third of the four droid sentries, ruthlessley stabbing it with his wrist blade. It was a move not many would do unless dealing with a very bad plan. Scorch did, however say it WAS his plan. He stabbed the radio, servo's, and the weapon mechanism itself on the droid, and didn't stop until his visor was covered in the metallic fluid mess of oil and grease. He stood up from his kill, wipped his visor abit, and pulled out his DC-17 blaster, putting on the anti armor attachment, and seeing the first of three artillery pieces in range. He took aim, and fired the explosive shell over towards the ammo supply next to it, causing the first of the three emplacements to combust into a large ball of blue and white flames. The shrieking of Geonosian's could be heard as the few guards posted on the canyon's exiting ridge rushed forward to stop the continued fire and the belching of there now dead artillery bretheren.
Well that wasn't the most subtle way of dealing with the artillery but the clone was clever, with one javelin throw he'd impaled the distracted bug and was already calling in the forces in his camp on the destruction of the first artillery, soon the Asari could move forward with help from his troopers."All men be ready to move up! The first artillery is down and we are about to destroy the rest!" A super battle droid aim a wrist rocket at the commando known as Scroch, Ke'undar leaped on top of it and slashes away it's arm. Then he grabbed it's body and used it as a shield from the approaching droids opening fire.
More droids. Mass produced junk. She thought. They covered her HUD with floating red specks. She aimed the blaster, taking a stance beside Ke'undar. "Cecil." "Yes, Serene." the AI replied almost happily. "Send the comm tracker code the Jedi and the troopers." She fired at another round at the droids. Her shields flaring up as multiple shots hit her armor. "Yes, Serene." the Ai sang as it went to work, sending the comm trackers for all the droids in a fair radius. Sadly the comms wouldn't have picked up any bugs. Only sight and HUD motion trackers would prepare the small group of soldiers and a Jedi from an arial attack. They needed to catch cover and fast as more and more droids approached their position. "Grr..." she gritted her teeth, finding one, rather large dot, popping up on HUD. This couldn't have been good. "Cecil, analyze." she took another shot, her shields nearly depleted from the oncoming fire. Whatever it was, it was coming and it was coming in quick. "Bogey inbound, 11 O'Clock!" she notified the others, unsure if the HUD was displaying the radio tracker for this Unidentified incoming enemy or if it was a motion tracker. No way of telling until whatever the hell it was popped up.
Scorch bit his lip lightly. "Crap... Did they bring in a Spider Droid? No... It wouldn't fit in this canyon... Maybe... A dwarf spider droid??" He thought aloud, not realizing his communication's channel was still open. "SPARTAN! How big are we talking? VERY large blip? Are medium sized?" He asked, reloading his weapon. "Hey Sev... Wanna make a bet it's a Dwarf Spider Droid?" He turned his head to his brother, nodding at him. He crouched behind some boulder's, and checked his supply of EMP's. They were all gone. "If it's either one...We could have a very bad situation on our hands..." He mumbled. His mind went back to his time in the virtual training area, and the tactics employed on such a droid. It was given that any enemy has a weak spot, perhaps it did as well. But where? That was the question that had been bugging him.
As news of the destruction of the first artillery base spread, Boss found himself in a strategic point of action. He placed two solid detonation charges on the outer walls of the second artillery base. He set the timings just for the correct amount of time, enough for him to run for cover and prepare for an offensive. As the time came to an end, an explosion eruptted from the outer walls causing clouds of black to arise from the once present structure. He made quick haste as he rushed through the gap caused by the detonation, rounding a corner he then met two droids. Without the presence of his Blaster on hand he whipped out his Blaster Pistol, taking out both droids with swift shots. He proceeded farther into the guarded emplacement avoiding any altercations which could slow his progress. He soon arrived at the emplacement, heavily guarded by two Droidekas and four other droids. Without any EMP grenades, Boss was forced to think out another strategy. He finally came to an opportunity, he took two thermal detonators and rolled them into the shields of the well placed droidekas. The blast annihilated the two droidekas at the cost of alerting the remaining droids. The droids started suppressing Boss as he took cover behind the corner of the wall leading into the emplacement. Thinking fast, he started firing back with his blaster, taking focus shots at each droid whilst still leaning in for cover. Eventually taking out the last of the droids, Boss made his way towards the artillery gun. he straped three thermal detonators to the weak points of the gun, setting the charges to set off at a time range of 5 minutes, he made one last adjustment before making a run for it. Boss exited through the once well built wall he previously entered through with a minute to spare, he took cover behind a group of large rocks and awaited the the explosion. As expected, the once peaceful artillery base engulfed in flames as the detonations rattle the infrastructure of the base. Boss set off back towards the group of friendlies attempting to assault the open complex knowing he'd need the additional help for the third, and final artillery piece.
"Things pretty b-" she spoke up, in attempt of answering scorch before being talked overly cecil.
"Scanners read, an approximate height of ten feet and nine inches tall, and an undefined weight. Small electronic pulses suggest armored biological, not fully mechanical." the AI had analyzed the creature through the scans. But there was no sight of it yet outside the scanner.
"...Species?" she asked for further discription.
"May I make a rather accurate aaaaassumption?" the AI glitches a bit.
"Of course." she fired peaking around cover to get a couple of droids.
"Muton..." it replied, fairly confident but fearing at the same time.
She cursed in her helmet. "Dealing with a mu..." more rather large blips popped up. Several, increasing in number as they approached. "Mutons." she muttered, rather pissed at the idea.
It was then that the tracker picked up the incoming lone clone, Boss. She turned, realizing his comm was automatically online thanks to Cecil. "Finally, some good news. Save the introductions, we have a fi-" a bug dropped from the sky, aiming right at the new recruit. It was a rather dumb move. 119 had already fired a round, hearing the dreadful cry of the sentient creature. "just, get it in gear soldier." she motioned to the next barrier, up and ahead of them. They'd cleared enough space and dnemies that they could make an advance. "Ready?!" she questioned the group.
"Oh...That's just GREAT. Absoulutely fantastic..." Scorch muttered. "Heavy armor, very fast, and loves the taste of flesh... What's not to love of these very ugly house pets?" He mumbled, taking aim, and waiting for the creatures to approach. The sound of a low flying LAAT could be heard from behind. Scorch prayed for reinforcements. Or atleast soldiers with heavier equipment. He turned, and sat with his back to the rock he was using at cover to observe the LAAT fly in. The pilot bobbing and weaving through oncoming fire to land and off load troops. The door's slide open to reveal six soldiers wearing plane clone armor. Scorch exhaled with joy.
"LET'S GO LET'S GO! We got a war to win!" The Clone squad leader spoke over the wide frequency radio as more clone trooper's joined the fray. They moved towards the defensive line with various weapons. DC-15's, DC- Sniper rifles, and a few Vulcan minnieguns mounted upon the rubble. It would be an entrenched fight versus monstrosities that enjoyed charging full paced at a defensive line.
"Great. Some reinforcements. Now we just need some more cover..." He thought to himself. Then, on the same frequency of the clone troopers, he ordered them into some position's that could be usefull. In all, there were six additional trooper's. Which meant worse comes to worse, a hail of blaster fire, and they may be able to win.
A Muton! Ke'undar's eyes it up at the sound and he rushed into the fray of droid, slashing and hacking his way until he met his opponent, it carried a plasma rifle but he well knew that they had wrist blades similar to his and would use them if provoked. The predator put his lightsaber back to his belt and barked a challenge at the Muton. The behemoth lunged at him and the two wrestled on the ground ended up going over the side of the cliff and rolling down into the smoking wrecks of the Artillery camp. The battle was ferocious, Ke' got a good slash at the Muton's left eye with his wristblade, fulling blinding that eye but the warrior merc got a good cut across his abdomen, though not good enough to spill his innards, bright green blood dribbled down his his left leg. The Jedi punched at the creature's exposed flesh on it's arms and legs, puncturing the bright pink flesh and causing mucus green blood to flow freely on the bright orange sands. The Muton was slowing down but Ke'undar was still going fast, he released a flurry of blows at the Muton's chest and kicked him into a destroyed droid tank, disappearing into the smoke for a minute with his and the Muton's roars echoing throughout the canyon. Suddenly the Muton's screams were cut short and Ke'undar walked back into view, the muton's dripping green skull with the spine still attached clutched in his hand. Raising his trophy to the sky he roared in triumph.
As boss made his way towards the center of the fight his attention was captured by the distant blaster shots of an engaging firefight. He made his way closer, encountering several droids in which he took little to none time eliminating with his blaster on hand. Finishing up the last of the droids, Boss pushed towards the first barrier. It was then that he spotted Spartan 119, he cautiously advanced onward to join the group.
"If it isn't Spartan 119, it seems like you could use a little help clearing out the left over scrap metal."
Snickering to himself, Boss readied his weapon and checked for any problems.