0930 hours, 21 BBY
East Atrium, Second Level, General Rakarth's Fortress, Kogg Sector, Planet Heldia
"Echo three-niner-niner, this is walleye. We've been met with heavier Enemy resistance than anticipated on the 3rd level. Requesting immediate reinforcements to the west atrium...I repeat requesting immediate reinforcements to the west atrium!"
"The chambers have been breached! Commencing arrest!"
"Negative! Negative! No sign of General Rakarth!"
"Enemy reinforcements are en route to the detention level!"
"Fifth level is clear! No enemy resistance and no sign of Rakarth."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN NO SIGN!?" Bric shouted. Krest ducked as he threw a B1's head across the room, creating a sizable dent in the wall.
"I thought we had it locked down!" Krest growled at one of his sergeants.
"We did, sir! There were no signs of entry or exit!" the Sergeant replied.
"Then how did she get out huh!" Bric said, storming over, getting into the Sergeant's face. "YOU HAD ONE JOB!"
Bric was about ready to lunge at the Sergeant if not for Krest placing a hand on his chest. "Okay, easy there Bric. Obviously, we missed something. Right now we need to figure out our next move."
***
"Captain, this is General Kali'sto, what's the situation inside?" Kali'sto aked into his comm. "Captain, please respond."
"This is Krest, we've got some good news and some bad news." A man's voice came through the wrist comm. "Which one first?"
"Good news first I guess," Kali'sto replied.
"Well, we've cleared all five levels of the fortress and breached Rakarth's chambers. Our men are still mopping up remnants on the third level, but all is clear." Krest said.
"Then...what's the bad news?" Kali'sto asked.
Krest's tone shifted and his voice grew a bit quieter. "No sign of Rakarth General."
"What?!"
"RUUUUAAAAGH!" Vaargalou roared in response, smacking the side of the AT-TE they had loaded the captives onto, prompting the gunner to yell at her to knock it off.
Kali'sto picked up the steady roar of jetpack engines and instinctively looked to the sky as Lieutenant Navelleen Ojan-Maxiiin, or "Nav" as she was colloquially called by her fellow Scorchers hovered above them and made her landing. She was the 525th's resident Mandolorian and just like the rest of her fellow Scorchers's her armour was painted with the symbolic flames of the Scorchers.
"Scout team didn't make it. I say we have about 5 minutes before the droids close in on us." Nav reported.
"Then let's get moving. We can talk to the Captain on the way." Rays said as the faint echo of marching droids began to grow louder.
***
"Cap'n, you may wanna look at this!" Shellshock called.
Krest walked into Rakarth's quarters and over to Shellshock who was kneeling in the corner. "You found something? We've combed this room over and over."
"Then we didn't comb it enough," Shellshock smirked, banging a closed fist onto one of the marble tiles that lined the walls of the room. The polished tile sunk and a series of locks and shifts within the wall led to the entire corner sinking and disappearing into the ground, revealing an elevator shaft.
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Krest | A Star Wars Story
FanfictionCaptain Krest was your typical Clone officer. He led his men in the 76th Defense Corps with distinction and made it his duty to make sure they lived up to their reputation. Krest and his men however grew accustomed to fighting without the guidance...
