(Star Wars X Attack on Titan) Attack of the Clones on Titan

A Dull Glow in the Midst of Despair

Watcher relished the rare opportunity to catch his breath, but he knew it wouldn't last. Understanding his position wouldn't last long, he set to work resupplying from the corpses of his fallen comrades. He wasn't proud of it, but heeding pride wouldn't keep him alive. A full case of fresh blades later, he paused before refilling his tanks to open a channel to his brother. "Boost, do you copy?" Several seconds of silence elapsed without interruption but the bone-chilling footsteps of the Titans. "Boost, do you read?" Watcher repeated and checked outside the view hole he had made. The Scout and clone nearly broke his cover when static finally graced his ears.

"I read you, vod," his brother strained over the comms. "I'm restocked. You still see me?"

After a quick peek out of the hole, Watcher confirmed, "I've got you. How's that wound?"

"Patched up," the labored breaths betrayed Boost, but Watcher only made a mental note. "Nothing a bit of bacta and fiberplast couldn't fix. Once the quick-plast dries, my body bucket'll be good as new."

"Roger. Then I'd better hurry and get my dirty resupply over with," Watcher pushed away from the surface and sloshed towards the awaiting gas canisters, occasionally scanning for personal effects. Hope I didn't miss any patches he thought as the gas sent a euphoric hiss on its journey to his tanks. "Know if anyone else made it?"

"I haven't seen them yet, if it's any consolation. Canon teams should've made it to safety from the top of the Wall unless some decided to try and play hero."

Watcher sighed at the sight of floating and submerged corpses. The empty donor tank landed with a splash and he reported, "Topped off here. Ready when you are."

"Copy, see you soon," Boost cut the channel. Watcher gave one last glance to the fallen then plunged his blades into the fleshy wall before him and carved open an exit. You got seventeen today the clone quickly climbed up the beast's back and anchored against the nape. Hope it was worth it.

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Boost braced his back against the top of a chimney and winced. He'd ended the conversation without reporting the exact extent of his injuries. Last thing anyone needs when trying to stay alive is someone else to worry about he rationalized to himself.

The abnormal had done a number on him before he reached the refuge of another Titan's stomach. He'd only been a hair late avoiding being swatted into a building which had left him open to it grabbing him and partially crunching through his damaged armor before he could free himself. After ripping apart its mouth, he severed its hands when it tired to force him further into its gullet, providing him the perfect chance to slash its nape from within, but not before slamming his head against the interior of its neck.

Don't think I lost too much blood Boost pat down the damp quick-plast over the chest wrap of fiberplast and recoiled from a sudden sting. Bacta should hopefully make up for some of what I did. Boost had no doubt Watcher long-since begun his assault and steeled himself to get back into the action when he heard a roar. He pressed himself further against the brick exhaust and peered around to see a 10-meter Titan lumbering over to a 15-meter class.

This isn't good he quickly drew his blaster to shoot their eyes when he noticed a steaming body behind the taller Titan with a messy hairdo. The little one looked up at him with the same uncomfortable, smiling face it always had before turning to the taller of the two... and charged it.

The 15-meter wound its body back before launching it into the shorter beast's body, skewering it through the throat. It's killing its own? he thought and realized he'd been slowly sneaking away from the conflict. His building trembled from the small giant's body being thrown against it. The bigger Titan loomed over it and drew closer, prompting Boost to prepare himself for what would possibly be his final stand, but it appeared life had other plans. His foe suddenly began stomping its 10-meter counterpart into a pulp with an unmistakable rage. I could take it now he reasoned But if this abnormal has it out for other Titans, then... he tried to recall if he or anyone else had seen a Titan outside of the walls displaying such behavior, but whether from exhaustion or poor memory, he came up empty. This thing may be a good problem to have.