One-Shots

Plan 99

Argh. I'm writing angst. AGAIN. Okay. Get your tissue box for this one. I just had to break your hearts again.

Tech's POV

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I ran across the top of rail line, not daring to look down. If I did that, I think I'd be sick. I gasped as I stumbled, bending down to hold onto the track so I don't fall. As soon as my balance is regained, I continue running, the only thing keeping me from feeling the pain of my still not fully healed broken femur is adrenaline.

I jump onto the platform with the railcar controls and yank at the door. Curses! It's not budging! I look around to see if anyone is watching. No one was. I ripped of my glove and froze the door with my powers, my eyes glowing an icy blue. The ice weakens the hinges of the door and I yank it open. I hook my datapad up to it and start overriding the controls. Once I'm finished, I comm Hunter.

"Hunter! We're online!"

"Good. Get back here now," Hunter told me.

I unplug and grappling hooked my way back to the railways. I yelp as ships approach the railcars. They obviously saw me as they began to shoot at me. I ran like a mad man, ignoring the intense pain in my femur. I jumped onto the top of the cart, but the fighters hit the part where the cart that I was on connects to the track. I screamed as the sudden jolt threw me off-balance and I went toppling off the edge. I hooked my grappling hook onto the side of the cart. The first half of the cart ripped of the track and was literally hanging from a single hinge. My extra weight didn't help that hinge stay intact.

"Tech!" Omega cried as she made her way to the half of the cart that I was connected to along with Wrecker. "Hold on!"

"Don't have much choice!" I called back.

My waist burned from the pressure of my utility belt as it carried all my weight. I tried to climb up, but I kept slipping down.

"Tech! Climb up!" Wrecker called.

"I...am...trying!" I called, trying desperately to climb up, but...I couldn't.

The other half of the cart was being ripped from the track. If I didn't get rid of my half of the cart, I'd kill the others. I knew what I had to do, even though it killed me (both literally and figuratively) to do so. Wrecker tried to get closer to me, but he added too much weight.

"Don't!" I cried, stopping him in his tracks. "Any shift in weight will send both of these carts over!"

Wrecker looked at me, when finally his brain figured out my plan.

"Plan 99," I said, grabbing my blaster.

The plan that none of us hoped we would have to use. To sacrifice one's self for the better of the team.

"Don't you do it Tech," Wrecker said as he struggled to hold the cart.

Omega's eyes shone with horror as she looked at me.

I sighed. "When have we ever followed orders?"

With that, I shot the connection hinge and I went tumbling down to my doom, hearing Omega's "TECH!" And Wrecker's "NO!"

The excruciating pain of hitting the ground was quick as the world faded to black.

End of P.O.V.

"Sir!" A trooper called, running over to Hemlock. "We found a victim."

"Are they dead?" Hemlock asked.

"He's alive...barely," the trooper said.

"Show me," Hemlock said.

They went over to the crash site. Hemlock gasped as he saw the victim. He stepped forward, careful to avoid the blood for as possible.

"If it isn't a member of the presumed dead Clone Force 99," Hemlock said. "Get him. I want him as my experiment."

"Yes sir!" A trooper said. "Prepare the life support and Bacta Tank!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Hemlock grinned evilly. This was just what he needed.

Welp. I'm sorry. Also, Hemlock being like a child..."I want him!"

We didn't need to relive that...I'm sorry...also, this was what happened in my timeline...kinda...tho...the last bit didn't happen and if I do a part two, that won't happen either.

But...part 2?