Guarded (#2 Post-Order 66 Series)

Guarded - Part 32

Wrecker stormed into the armory, almost tripping over Echo and Sabé in the process. "Heard there were some fun toys here for me," he grunted, the smile apparent even with his helmet on. Echo nodded at him, giving Sabé one last look before guiding his brother back towards the explosives section. Wrecker felt his breath escape his lungs as they turned a corner and faced the wall-to-wall supply of explosives. He couldn't contain his glee as he immediately began taking stock.

"These are the new remote mines!" he exclaimed, picking up two of the disk-shaped bombs. "You can set the explosion radius so it's either wider or more targeted. HA!" He was in his element. "And these will be just what they need to deal with the walkers. They're light and easy to toss. Should stick right to the legs and BOOM! Take 'em right out from under 'em." Echo chuckled at his brother's enthusiasm as he began passing crates out to various groups and assigning tasks. Wrecker had moved down the line and ripped one of the bazookas off the wall.

"OOOOOOOOOH!" He pushed his helmet up to get a better look at the label on the gun before letting loose a practically maniacal cackle. "These'll be GREAT." He took half a dozen off the wall, piling them into Echo's arms and almost causing him to collapse under the weight.

"Great. Thanks Wreck," Echo grunted, slowly turning and making his way back down the hall and almost running smack dab into Senna as she rounded the corner.

"OOOF! Sorry!" she yelped, helping steady Echo as he grumbled once more before carrying on towards the building's entrance, passing Typho who was close behind Senna.

"That's a lot of firepower," he observed.

"We may need it," the Jedi replied as they both approached Wrecker. "What's the plan, Captain?"

Typho pulled a handheld holopad from his belt just as Tarren and Sabé walked up to them with Echo close behind, having deposited his armful of munitions. Typho brought up Tech's map of the city, zooming in on the Government Education Center. "We need to take the main hub. They've got another distress signal going out there. It's surrounded by the barracks and a few sets of walkers, but I think we can get through, particularly with all of this," he said, his eyes drifting to Wrecker, who was ogling another bazooka on the wall behind them. "The important part will be to not get bottle-necked at the main entrance. From what we know, they've got armaments set up at the main entrance to the complex. It'd be great if we had that sniper brother of yours right about now."

"You rang," came Crosshair's rasp from behind him. He had his helmet tucked under one arm as he strode up to the group.

"You're supposed to be with Iden," Typho grunted.

"Change of plans. Hunter's injured and staying with her and the others. I came ahead to take his place and help where I can. Now, you were saying something about armaments outside the main complex."

Typho raised his eyebrow before shrugging, not about to question his luck. "There are two main turrets. If you can take out their operators, we'll be better positioned to get through the main entrance without getting picked off. After that, I'd recommend you just find a place to hunker down and aim for anything that's wearing white plastoid."

"That, I can do."

"Excellent. Wrecker, I want you and Tarren to take a group and go destroy the walkers on the far east end of the center. There's a depot over there where many of them have been getting maintenance upgrades. We don't want those things coming up behind us while we try to breach the main hub."

Wrecker nodded as he took another dozen explosives in his arms. "Let's go, Tarren. This'll be fun."

The older soldier cast a skeptical look towards Typho before following behind Wrecker, whose loud laugh was echoing down the hallway behind him.