do you think in those brief seconds before order 66 kicked in, rex realised everything fives had said was true? that he had been set up and killed for it and now all the jedis would follow his fate, because rex hadn’t listened? because rex hadn’t trusted his brother?
and then while his hand shook on his helmet and he heard ahsoka call his name, perhaps what he thought was that if he could save just one of them. if he could warn ahsoka and help her escape, if he could just point her to fives’ trail.
if he could save their sister maybe fives’ death wouldn’t be in vain.
ok but if that's the au where fives is alive, then the baby twins luke and leia can just hang out with the older twins fives and echo while rex has a minor emotion in the corner and tries desperately to comm anakin XD
WRITING PROMPTS FOR DAYS Feel free to request any of these for any character.
1.“Do you want me to leave?” 2. “I swear it won’t happen again.” 3. “I’m not jealous.” 4. “You can’t keep doing this.” 5. “I’m going to take care of you,
okay?” 6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” 7. “You did what?!” 8. “Were you ever going to tell me?” 9. “Don’t ask me that.” 10. “I might have had a few shots.” 11. “What’s with the box?” 12. “Say it!” 13. “I could kiss you right now!” 14. “Are you done with that?” 15. “Are you still awake…?” 16. “Excuse you?” 17. “This is all your fault!” 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with
you.” 19. “I could kill you right now!” 20. “Just admit I’m right.” 21. “That doesn’t even make sense.” 22. “That’s irrational.” 23. “Just pretend to be my date.” 24. “Are you really going to leave
without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 25. “When you love someone, you don’t
just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then.
Especially then!” 26. “I think I’ve been holding
myself from falling in love with you all over again.” 27. “I’m not going to apologise for
this. Not anymore.” 28. “That’s almost exactly the
opposite of what I meant.” 29. “It must be hard with your sense
of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 30. “Can I sit here? The other
tables are full.” 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!” 32. “This is, by far, the dumbest
thing you’ve ever done.” 33. “I’m not going to stop poking
you until you give me some attention.” 34. “These stars are nothing
compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” 35. “Before I do this, I need you to
know that I have always loved you.” 36. “Did I say that out loud?” 37. “Do you think they could have
loved me?” 38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re
the bad guy.” 39. “How long have you been standing
there?” 40. “Have I ever lied to you?” 41. “Have you lost your fucking
mind?” 42. “His ego is so visible; I can
almost watch it grow.” 43. “I am not losing you again!” 44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” 45. “I had a nightmare about you and
I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 46. “I just need to be alone right
now.” 47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s
with you.” 48. “I made a mistake.” 49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your
idiot.” 50. “I need you to forgive me.” 51. “I see the way you look at me
when you think I’m not looking.” 52. “I think I’m in love with you and
that scares me half to death.” 53. “I’m flirting with you.” 54. “I’m not good enough for you.” 55. “I fell in love with my best
friend.” 56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting
lost in your eyes.” 57. “I’m up to the challenge.” 58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire
life. Ever since the day I first met you.” 59. “I’m yours.” 60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d
say you were trying to seduce me.” 61. “If you go anywhere near them,
you’ll have to deal with me!” 62. “It’s okay to cry…” 63. “What do you mean? It’s
exciting!” 64. “Talk to me.” 65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?” 66. “Look, I don’t have much time,
but I wanted to say I love you.” 67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with
them!” 68. “Well, this is where I live.” 69. “We finish it the same way we
started—together.” 70. “What are you afraid of?” 71. “You are the single best thing
that has ever happened to me.” 72. “You deserve so much better.” 73. “You don’t have to stay.” 74. “You don’t know you the way I
do.” 75. “You fainted, straight into my
arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such
extremes.” 76. “You need to wake up because I
can’t do this without you.” 77. “You shouldn’t have even been
there!” 78. “You weren’t supposed to hear
that.” 79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” 80. “Teach me?” 81. “We’re in the middle of a
thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” 82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here
for a while.” 83. “Just once.” 84. “I can’t believe you talked me
into this.” 85. “It’s not what it looks like.” 86. “I got you a present.” 87. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” 88. “See, now, what that so bad?”.” 89. “You’re the best part of me.” 90. “I don’t want to think about
what I’d be like without you.” 91. “Can I hold your hand?” 92. “Let’s move in together.” 93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked
for your opinion.” 94. “What time is it?” 95. “Just wait a second.” 96. “Here, let me.” 97. “You’re so cute when you pout
like that.” 98. “Hold me back!’ 99. “I don’t care what they said, it
doesn’t mean shit!” 100. “I adore you.”
(Author’s Note: Thanks to @clonewarsreturns for helping me develop my characters and beta reading the story. My first language isn’t English so I apologise for any kind of mistakes.)
„Get set and don’t let your guard down. This is going to be a high qualified mission, which is why General Unduli and I have chosen you here. This is more important than any mission before and needs to be perfectly executed. We mustn’t make any mistakes. This whole battle is sitting on our shoulders to win. So, don’t lag behind. Understood?”
Commander Gree’s words were loud and clear. The booming voices of identical men rang through the ship’s hull, each of them ready to fulfil their role. The hum of the bomber ship was an already familiar background noise. The Clones in 41st Battalion’s green stood ready to be deployed. Their mission wasn’t an easy one, since their input in the battle would turn the tides around in favour of the Republic’s grand army if they succeeded. They were supposed to land behind enemy lines and slowly work their way to the centre. The main base of the CIS was their mission’s objective. It had been a pain in the ass for the Republic since the beginning, providing the droids with never ending backup and maintenance. The Clone army suffered great losses, troops dying in major numbers with only little support and even less supplies. Commander Gree was leading the assault together with some of his best men, which he chose himself. Quiet whispers ensured after the commander’s speech, giving the troops one last time to talk before the true battle began.
“I’ve always wanted to blow one of those clanker facilities up. The five-o-first always make it look so easy.”
Some chuckles escaped the other men that were checking their gear.
“Not everything can be solved with explosions”, groaned one of them.
“Then you have never met Bootleg.”
“I have met Bootleg and I regret it.”
More chuckles.
“Aw, come on Checkpoint, I’m not that bad.”
“No, you are worse. Do you know how many times I had to patch you up in the medical bay because of your shenanigans?”
“That would be eleven times only last month and those were all unrelated to battles”, announced another Clone, squishing his locks under his helmet.
“Actually, Dropkick, it was twelve times but since he literally came half an hour later in again after leaving the medical bay, they wrote it down as eleven.”, corrected another Clone who was checking his backpack.
“As always, you have my back, Backup.”
“To be fair,” said Bootleg, crossing his arms. “My methods are working.”
“I do remember when you used an explosion to fight another explosion and it worked!”
This made the others in the transporter laugh but it was silenced by the pilot’s announcement. They would soon land and arrive at their destination. Lips were pressed into thin lines and helmets got strapped on. It was time.
The ship touched down on the soft surface, avoiding the large plants and fungi that took in most of the view. Not only were the turquoise and orange flowers taking up most of the space of the planet but they also blocked many free areas. Landing was a whole lot harder. Still, the skilled pilot of the 41st wasn’t so easily shaken. The ship doors slid open, allowing the troops to peek at the planet’s fauna, while the pilot’s eyes were scanning the ground for an open space. Gree scrunched his nose at the planet they were supposed to be stationed on. While he enjoyed learning about new planets and its life, he had a distaste for this particular jungle planet. It took too many men already, leaving the troops weak and open for attacks. The wildlife here was so different compared to anywhere else they had been. It was merciless. Gree read the reports about the beasts roaming through the thick leaves. Their terrifying screeches could be heard echoing in the night and on bad days in the day near their camps. Razor sharp teeth and equally dangerous blades, that were supposed to be the creature’s spindly legs, were haunting the dreams of many brothers. Acklays. Acklays and many other creatures called the bushes and thicket their home.
Gree felt the transporter land. The doors in front of him glided open, revealing the planet’s surface. The troops jumped off the ship and their feet hit the muddy jungle ground. The pilot closed the doors again and wished them all good luck before taking off into the air again. They needed to keep the ships out of the enemies’ radar. Gree gave the men a last salute. He turned to his team and called for attention. The troops were quickly divided up into their separate squads and positions.
“Alright, men! This is it. You know the goal of this mission is to blow up the enemy’s main base. If we don’t succeed, then nobody will and this fight will be over for all of us. Is that clear?”
The troops saluted, agreeing in unison. “Sir, yessir!”
Gree nodded, holding up a holomap of their target. The base was easy to spot and their positions were marked with green dots.
“As you can clearly see, the base lies straight ahead of us. Team Alpha will attack from the south side and sneak inside to turn off the alarm. Team Beta enters the base through the westside. One of the reactors will be located there. Team Gamma, you will enter the base through the east side.”
“Contact each other when you have arrived at your location. Set the detonators and leave this place. You only have a small time frame to leave this place before the bombs are ignited and the whole place blows up.”
“In the meantime, Team Alpha will take care of all the alarm and camera footage, giving you a free pass through the base. I’ll be joining Team Alpha for this mission and support them. The other teams will work on their own.”
“Contact each other as little as possible so they won’t pick up our signals. And the most important information for this mission; Do not, at any circumstances, get their attention. Do not engage in any firefight unless absolutely necessary.”
The Clones looked at each other and nodded, understanding the importance of the mission. They saluted Commander Gree before separating into their three distinct teams. Alpha was already ahead together with Gree. Beta was equally ready, heading straight for the jungle in the west side, led by their squad leader Corry. Checkup was bringing Gamma in position in the east.
Carefully they warded through the dirt and mud that kept sticking to their shin amor. The 41st color scheme helped them blend in with their environment and kept them hidden from unwelcome eyes. Despite the cover and camouflage, they had to be careful. Their white was still sticking out and the native creatures of this planet won’t fall for their trick. Not to mention the fungi and plants or diseases that couldn’t be fooled by their training and attacked on a different basis. For now, staying low and moving carefully was their best way to reach the base.
Checkpoint glanced back at his team only to witness Clickbait, in time, pushing a huge leaf out of his way and being smacked right back in the face with it. Backup stifled his snickering, holding his hand in front of his helmet, where his mouth was supposed to be. Clickbait huffed at the plant, ducking under it.
“I would rather be in the air.” mumbled Clickbait. It wasn’t that he had no training on the ground or that he disliked it, he just felt better in the air and away from all the ground obstacles.
Bootleg kept an eye out for patrols, blaster close against his chest. “Missing your jetpack already, huh?”
“’Course! I wanna fly”
“Well, right now you were called for this mission “, reminded Dropkick his brother, nudging Clickbait’s side. “Because we are supposed to be the top men who could -positively win- this mission.”
“Very funny, Drop. I know that. I just really want to activate my jetpack and go aloft, above all the fauna and away from the mud.”
Backup, who was a bit smaller than the others joined the conversation. “I understand that you would rather do something else. I miss the workshop, too but you need to get your head out of the clouds while we are still on the mission.”
“Betrayed by my own brother!”, gasped Clickbait. He looped his arm around Backup’s shoulders and pulled him into a headlock. The support trooper started to whine, struggling under his brother’s grip.
“No, no head noogies!”, protested Backup, squirming around to try and pull his helmeted-head free.
“Quit fooling around and shut it, Click.”, warned Checkpoint in a low voice, reminding them that they were still on a mission.
“Yeah, ‘Bait. Quit fooling around”, repeated Dropkick in a mocking tone. The others snickered but settled back into their positions again.
Sometimes Checkup wondered if he was working with cadets. They were good at what they were doing but they weren’t exactly acting like it. The leader of the Gamma squad shook his head in defeat, quietly accepting of the team’s incompetence. Not that he was any different. His plans weren’t any less crazy or daring. He himself has a good count of stupid stunts he pulled off and survived, but at least he was more subtle about it. Or so he thought.
That’s when the beige color scheme of the droid base came into view. It’s bulky and edgy form sticking out between the natural fauna of twisting plants and colorful flowers that reached up toward the sky to get a glimpse of more sunlight than it’s competing greens.
Just as planned, Team Alpha was doing it’s job to turn off the alarm while Team Beta and Gamma went their separate ways to infiltrate the base from the opposite side.
Checkpoint peered out of his cover, looking both ways before rolling out into the open. Confirming one last time that his team would be safe to follow he gave them the ‘ok’. Soon enough Dropkick, Bootleg, Clickbait and Backup emerged from their positions. They followed their squad leader to the beige wall and settled down against it. By now Team Alpha should have disabled the alarm and cameras, making it easy for the rest to enter. Checkpoint moved up to a small panel in the wall and removed it. Soon the whole squad had squeezed itself into the small vent, snaking their way into the facility.
Checkpoint watched the droid patrol walk past them through the vent grid. Waiting for the right moment he signalled his team to get ready with a short hand gesture. The droids passed them and Checkpoint lifted the cover up to slide out of their hiding and into the hall. Soon four more troops followed him, sticking close to the wall. Backup reached into his backpack and pulled out a small device, similar to a holopad. He turned it on and a small dot started to light up in the upper right corner.
“This way”, pointed Backup. “The reactor is on our right side and should be easily accessible.”
The others nodded, letting Backup, their youngest batch mate, take the lead. He would know where to go with his fancy little devices. He would always tinker around on new things, show them their updated new weapons with greater firepower and attached mechanics. Not that they always know what they are for but they were never dismissive of his ideas. Backup was just their little brain when it came to weapons and electronics. He would sit all sleep-cycle long in the workshop, inventing tons of new gadgets. The Kaminoans never truly understood his potential, probably because of his mutation. They dismissed whatever he found out. It was a surprise for all of them that Backup was allowed to go with them in one team. His brother’s weren’t bothered by his blonde roots or heterochromia.
Backup followed the instructions of his datapad and walked straight ahead in the hall. He knew where to go but his attention was mainly focused on the screen in his hands. That’s when suddenly a hand gripped his arm and pulled him to the side, inside another room. Surprised, he looked up and met eye to eye with another brother, Clickbait. Backup tilted his head in confusion but Clickbait held a finger in front of his helmet. Staying quiet he could finally hear it. Steps. Heavy metal feet walking in sync down the hallway they just were in. That was a close call if it weren’t for Clickbait’s hyperawareness.
He had many qualities being a jet trooper. One of them was his awareness of his surroundings at all times. It came in handy whenever he was flying or on stealth missions like this one. He would hear or see things before others. It gives the Clones an advantage over their enemy, however Clickbait’s sensitivity to sound, touch and sight also make him vulnerable. His helmet has been modified by Backup. It filters out alarm sirens; Instead of the ear-piercing blaring, there would be a specific beeping, which he would recognize. His visor was darker than others, absorbing bright light to shield his eyes. Things like this help Clickbait to stay focused and perform his tasks just as well as others, however some things can’t be filtered out. He still gets distracted in briefings because something caught his eyes or he heard a particular strange sound. Usually a brother would update him individually on the plans for the mission. That way Clickbait would always be up to date.
Team Gamma left the room after the area was clear. Clickbait confirmed there were no more patrols outside. Rounding a corner, they could see the hall had changed from a narrow way to a much larger space, indicating they were in the main hall. There was a door at the end of the hall and a smaller path that led up on the right side. There were two rooms on the left and in the middle of the hall was a corridor leading to the right. There, this is where the reactor is supposed to be.
“The reactor room is around this corner”, explained Backup. “After entering we will contact team Alpha and Beta to inform them of our progress. Bootleg will attach the detonators and we will book it from here in no time.”
“Sounds good to me. I can’t wait to blow this damn thing up already.”
“Of course, you would say that, Bootleg. Let’s just get this over with and meet back with the other teams.”
Dropkick had a point. They headed for the door and with Backup by their side the door slid open in no time. In front of them opened up a huge, purple, illuminated room. Their target was in the middle, surrounded by empty consoles. No droids just as expected.
Checkpoint pulled his comm. link out and contacted the other two team leaders. Gree immediately picked up with Corry soon following.
“Team Alpha here. What’s your status?”
“Checkpoint from Team Gamma speaks. We infiltrated the base and am standing in front of the target. Asking for permission to attach detonators.”
“Team Beta is almost ready. We are picking the lock to the reactor room at this moment. We soon should be through.”
“Copy that. We will wait for Team Beta.”
Corry looked at his team as they tried to hack the door open. His team was good at what they did but this was a battle between time and sync. They had to leave the base all together so they could blow up the reactors at the same time. It would be futile if one team didn’t make it out in time. Sticking to the plan’s time limit was important. That’s when the door hissed open and revealed the same empty room.
“Team Beta is set and ready to go.” explained Corry, keeping a lookout for droids.
Gree gave the others the a-ok and Team Gamma went straight to work.
“Finally!” gasped Bootleg, setting the timer. “I can’t wait to see the kids in action. It will be spectacular for sure.”
Dropkick rolled his eyes in amusement, enjoying the antics of his brothers. Bootleg always had an interest and knack for bombs and other explosives. While he would usually disable them for the Republic, he would rather like to build his own kids. He tried his hands on all kinds of explosions from small droid poppers to heavy artillery. The thrill with bombs always kept him interested and he would try new ways to disable or build new explosions. It got so far that Kaminoans perked up and listened in on his idea. That’s how they managed to make their droid poppers more powerful, giving them a bigger radius. Bootleg was still proud of that achievement. That’s probably why the Kaminoans aren’t as nosy about his almost daily medbay visits. He can’t stop trying out new things or test reckless ideas, which result in many absurd injuries. It’s said that the medics keep an extra file about his record. Checkpoint never agrees or disagrees about the theories, leading to some wild assumptions.
Bootleg set the timer for the detonator and gave his brothers a thumbs up. They were done and ready to leave this dump. The team gathered their belongings and headed for the door. It slid open with a loud hiss, a blaster barrel greeting the clones. Kriff! The new patrol was here and they weren’t exactly happy to see the uninvited guests.
“Clones!”, yelled one of the robotic voices in shock. “Blast ‘em!”, commanded another one, pointing his three fingered hand at the clones. Sithspit, Gree told them not to engage in a fire fight and leave immediately after the detonators were set because of the time limit.
A blaster clatter on the durasteel floor, pulling everyone’s attention to it. All eyes fell on Dropkick’s abandoned weapon. Another loud thud was heard and this time the droid’s head was clean cut off. It met its fate fizzling and sparking. Confused by the unusual kill the droids stepped back in fear.
“What happened?”
“How can this be? B1-2222 suddenly went offline.”
That’s when another droid went down, a Clone without a blaster or blade standing above its body. That was Dropkick’s speciality; Hand to hand combat with a special liking for dropkicks. He always liked to watch the instructors show them new movements that he could use, memorizing the best ways to defeat specific kinds of opponents. B1 Droids were simplier to defeat than the heavily armoured super battle droids or sneaky and flexible commando droids. Magma Guards were a real challenge but not undefeatable with the right footwork, training and knowledge. Still, he would always prefer to take his opponents out with a dropkick. They were his favourite way to fight, leading to Dropkick abandoning his blaster more than once in favour of his hands and legs.
He threw one of the B1 droids over his shoulder, crushing another one’s neck in the same movement. He took the arm of a nearby standing witness and pulled him into the mess, switching places. Dropkick beheaded his opponent with a kick higher than most people’s standards and ended the fight with a dropkick to the chest. In just a hot second he took down a patrol of five droids.
“Let’s move it!” Dropkick was right. Backup tossed his brother his gun and team Gamma was on their way back again. The bomb would go off soon, taking this whole facility with it and turning the tables for the better for the Republic. Checkpoint glanced back while leading his men back out and grunted.
“Dropkick, you really overdid it this time.”
The clone shrugged mid run, believing he did a good job at destroying those droids. “It did the job, didn’t it? Commander Gree told us not to use our weapons unless absolutely necessary. I had everything under control.”
The medic rolled his eyes, looking down at Dropkick’s exposed right leg. “You lost your leg armor with that last kick!”
Dropkick could only shrug. “This won’t bite me in the butt later on.”
Checkpoint could only shake his head at his brother and kept running. If they were lucky, they would not only survive that mission but get back without a scratch. Hopefully the other teams had as much luck as them.
They dashed down the last corridor, rounding the corner and jumping each inside the vent. Crawling back outside, they each let out a whoop of excitement! Checkpoint took his comm. link to contact the others about their success but could only reach Corry’s team.
“We did it, we are done!”, reported the medic in an excited voice that indicated a mission with no casualties. Corry smiled ear to ear, looking back at his own full team, knowing all his men made it out as well.
“Congrats! Same for us, vod!”
“Thanks.” Checkpoint felt his heart race looking at the fauna of Felucia. A second later the picture turned blurry and the cold blackness welcomed Checkpoint’s consciousness as it slipped out of his grasp.
That’s when Team Alpha joined the conversation. Lense took the role of talking because Commander Gree was busy counting the seconds for the detonators.
“This is Team Alpha. We made it out in one piece with no casualties and minor injuries.”
Lense could hear the brothers from the other teams excitedly cheer for the successful mission, letting him instantly know that they were in the same good mood as the team he was in. He looked back at the base as the detonators went off. The ground was shaking and bird-like creatures looked for safety in the air. The facility itself was swallowed in the explosion’s blast, leaving nothing but rubble and droid parts back. Lense and Gree shared a meaningful look, knowing their mission was done. Without further ado the teams went their separate paths back to meet up at the splitting point. Team Beta arrived first with Corry smiling and happily chatting away at his brothers. Soon after them Team Alpha followed. Gree went up to Corry and affectionately patted his shoulder in good spirit, praising him and his team. That was until he noticed something crucial.
Team Gamma was missing.
Gree quirked an eyebrow at Corry and his team, looking back at his own. “Have any of you seen Team Gamma? They should be here already.” Corry only shrugged, taking a look around and noting that their third party did not come back to the meeting point. Did they goof around and ended up coming later?
Commander Gree told Lense to contact them just to be clear. The trooper nodded, immediately getting to work. Corry tilted his head in confusion. The other troops ceased their chatter at the sudden shift in the mood, looking around them. After a few more clicks Gree started to pace impatiently in a circle.
“Team Gamma, come in. Team Gamma.”
Commander Gree spun on his heel to face Lense, who desperately tried to contact the obviously missing team.
“What are they doing? We are supposed to meet here. Their detonator went off just like it should have. What is taking them so long?”, asked Gree himself more than the others. Team Gamma wasn’t the kind of team to just mysteriously cut all comms. Not that any team would do that since it would affect the other brothers in a negative way.
“Were they still inside the base when everything exploded?”, asked Lense, hoping for a response.
“No, can’t be. We had contact right before everything blew up.”, explained Corry in a thoughtful tone.
“That’s it I’m going to look for those slackers myself.”
“But sir, they aren’t picking up- “
“What do you mean they aren’t picking up? Call each of them. At least one has to hear their comm. link!”, commanded Gree anxiously.
“No, sir. What I meant is, that they aren’t picking up, there is only static; In fact, I can’t even locate their comm. links.”
“What?” breathed Gree in disbelief.
“We are doing our best, sir but it seems they have…” The trooper painfully paused. “vanished.”
Gree’s eyes widened as the truth finally hit him. Something bad happened.
Hi! I saw you were doing some headcanons for the Bad Batch and Echo! What do you think about Echo’s 501st ARC stunts? He is an insane ARC from the most insane battalion after all. What is the WTF scale for the other batchers when Echo pulls off an insane stunt that shouldn’t be possible. Ranging from “oh that’s normal” to “you are I N S A N E how are you still alive!!!???”
Okay- I think I really needed to be asked this cause now my brain is just flooding with ideas-
For a while the Batchers slowed down on their usual pace so Echo could follow along just fine, but then he started going ahead, mocking them and telling them to hurry up. Then Echo’s stunts get a little crazier, and everytime he’s about to do something absolutely crazy the others have to do something even more crazy. But Echo always tops the cake.
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“Before you jump out that window, we already planned a way out.” Crosshair explained as he was shooting droids from the top of a tower with Echo. Who was sitting on the edge of an open window.
“But, if we slide down on this, we’ll land straight in the middle of the battle.” Echo said as he touched the wire, “It’ll hold us, so why can’t we?”
Crosshair glanced to him, rolling his eyes. He didn’t have a reason, he just didn’t want to. “Ugh, Fine, Echo” he groaned as he saw the signal to head down, “Hunter will be surprised how fast we got there anyway” Crosshair mumbled as he saw Echo’s devious smile.
“Alrighty! That’s how you do it.” he laughed as he used his gun to allow him to slide down. Crosshair very grumpily followed. They watched the battle from above, taking in the giant mess their brothers created. While they were gliding down Echo and Crosshair felt that wire snap. The two instantly gripped it has they were slammed into the wall.
“Greeaaat. I thought you said it wouldn’t snap!” Crosshair exclaimed as they held on for dear life, “Well?” He asked, turning to see Echo, who was already planning. His face lit up and then paused at Crosshair.
“Start swinging” he told Crosshair. The two turned around and used their legs to swing the cord out several times until they swung in the middle of the battle. “What next!” Crosshair screamed, really hating himself for letting Echo drag him into this.
“Drop the next time we’re over the battle!” Echo screamed back, “I told Wrecker to keep and eye up!” He exclaimed as they headed back towards the wall.
Crosshair shook his head, “If we die, I’m going to kill you!” He hissed as they projected themselves off the wall one last time.
Echo gave Crosshair a finger gun and before he let go and said, “For Fives!” Crosshair let out a giant groan as Echo dropped, then followed immediately after. While the two were in the air Echo was sprawled out enjoying their fall, Crosshair had his arms crossed continously shakin his head while making a face at his brother.
Next thing they knew, both were being caught by Wrecker. Echo immediately jumped out of his arms, but Crosshair lingered holding on to Wrecker, probably out of shock, “I hated that” He whispered to Wrecker, who was in awe that his brothers just fell from the sky. “I just want to get back on Havoc already” Crosshair whined as he dropped from Wrecker’s arms.
“Where did you guys come from?!” Hunter asked as he threw his knife at some clankers. “You couldn’t have gone around already!” He stated as he ran to his knife, shooting clankers along the way.
“Colonial here is about as loose as lizard!” Crosshair stated as they joined the fight. “We dropped ‘bout 50 feet up!”
Hunter turned to look at them, then up. “Echo?” He turned to their newest member,
“We got here a lot quicker, and just in time,” he shrugged as a giant wave of droids came marching to their position.
Hunter and Crosshair turned to look at the droids, Hunter then took out his com, “Tech you better tell me you’re done in the next 5 minutes!” He screamed as the four of them all grew closer together. “Alright, plan 57”
Echo stepped in, “Wait, actually we should do plan 92 with Wrecker as the cannon.” The other three gave him a look. Hunter shrugged in agreement, Crosshair let out another grunt and Wrecker, well he was excited.
“Cannon time!” He screamed as he dodged a blaster shot. He then picked up Hunter, and threw him straight to the droids, cutting off their heads then shooting them once he was behind the wave. He threw Crosshair straight in the air where he shot fifteen droids before falling back to the ground.
Next was Echo, “Throw me on the spider droid!” He screamed. Wrecker shrugged, not entirely agreeing with that, but he wanted to see what would happen. So he threw Echo where he wanted. Once Echo had landed on the dome of the droid, he triggered the self-destruct mechanism and jumped to the next spider droid mere seconds before it blew.
“This guy.” Crosshair mumbled as he saw Tech flying to them in a Separatist speeder and presumably, the info too. “Time to go!” Crosshair screamed as him and Wrecker both turned tail as Tech drove into battle.
Hunter back flipped onto the ship after pulling his knife from his latest victim. “Come on, Echo!” He called. Echo looked up, picking up pace, running to the shuttle Tech refused to stop.
As the shuttle got higher, Echo had to jump, almost falling, but Wrecker caught him. “Those were big explosions Echo! I love explosions!” Wrecker laughed as he pulled Echo up.
“I win this round then?” He asked as he caught his breath. The other three looked at him,
“Yes, you win” Hunter chuckled as he sat down. “You’re getting a little reckless, but you haven’t died yet”
Wrecker held out his fist for a fist bump, “Boom” he said as their fists hit each other’s.
“Only because you like to test death” mumbled Crosshair, who was sitting next to Tech. “I’m not that crazy” he added.
Echo let out a laugh at his brothers’ reactions, “Well, maybe some good comes from being crazy?” his statement caused Tech to give him a look before saying,
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