Grievous, a Star Wars Story

Operation Ultimus pt. 2

The base is in a rush to evacuate. Emotions are high as everybody scrambles to get off base in time. 
Anakin and Obi-Wan are helping move weapons and supplies onto the evacuation ships.

"The Separatists have been fighting quite well recently. We will have to proceed with caution and strategy if we are to succeed against this operation." Obi-Wan comments. 

"Yes, master. I'll just leave the strategizing to you and let me do the fighting." Anakin responds, hopeful for some action. 

Across from Anakin and Obi-wan, Bruisers squad ready their last defense.

"Reaper, ready the perimeter turbolasers and set up our automated turrets. Rhea, make sure our detection system is all calibrated correctly. We want to be on full alert when they come through the tree line. Don't let any droids sneak through. Once you two are done head to your positions at the East and West side guard towers. Pro, take position at the south guard tower. We wont need troopers defending the north wall because there are no detected force heading there. I will be at the main gate, manning the stationary repeating blaster. Everyone else, take position in your usual positions on the fortress wall. Rocket droids and heavy armor are our highest priority as they could destroy our escape transports. Make use of our heavy defenses and remember to stay behind cover. This is our last stand brothers. Stand tall, never surrender, and fight until your last breath. Our comrades lives  depend on it." Bruiser commands. 

His squad-mates salute him for the final time as they break off into their respective positions. An eerie silence sets over the entire base as they take aim. Only minutes after the briefing, the pounding march of metal grows louder and louder. The first wave breaks through the tree line, hundreds of emotionless metal faces appearing, ready to overwhelm the clones with sheer numbers and firepower. 

"OPEN FIRE!" Bruiser yells, and a hailstorm of blue baster bolts shred the droids at the front, shattering the pristine silence. The battle breaks out as some of the front droids crumple and fall, destroyed by the clones. The remaining droids return fire with a flurry of red bolts. Most of them miss or uselessly deflect off the armored walls. The ones that did make it in were stopped by barrier emplacements. Then a short pause starts as both sides recover from the initial burst. All of a sudden, both sides begin sustained fire. Streaks of light race across from the base to the forest, and droids continue falling. As each one falls, two take its place, intensifying the already massive assault. 

On the South Tower, a cluster of droids is growing alarmingly big, its size overwhelming Pro's  defenses. "Requesting defensive shift, large cluster of droids located at South quarter, 100 meters out and approaching." He calls out.

 A click, and Nexus responds. "Copy, moving into position, ETA 1 minute." Just as the transmission ends, a heavy droid gunner unleashes a massive burst of blaster bolts, suppressing him, forcing him to take cover. He only had time to take single shots or else he risked getting decimated by the heavy blaster. What felt like hours to Pro passed until suddenly, the B1s started falling quicker, from another position. Nexus was getting closer, and was just in time to prevent them from getting too close. 

"Right on time!" Pro exclaims. He pops up over of the cover, shredding the heavy B1 with pinpoint accuracy and devastating firepower. He and Nexus strategically shot the closest droids, thinning them out until only a smoking scrap pile remained. 

Meanwhile, the other clones had their own battles to fight. Both sides were shooting immense amounts of blaster fire. Red and blue streaks lit up the sky as the battle raged. Fires rage around the forest line and grass fields. Heavy blasters thunder out, shaking and pounding the ground with each shot. 

Crack. 

One of the clones stops firing. His weapons hits the ground, hitting the ground with a thud. He steps back, stumbling, disoriented and dazed. He slumps to the ground, dead in an instant. One perfect headshot, one life taken. "All squad members check in!" "NOVA!? Where are you!?" The comms blare out. Silence is his only answer.