Star Wars Fanfic - Programmed to Obey

Chap. 61 - Victory

The sound of a blaster interrupted further communications.

Boil: - Captain Howser? Captain Howser!? Do you receives me!? -

Icarus: - We have lost contact. Lieutenant Mirana... Do you receive me? -

Mirana: - Loud and clear. -

Icarus: - Direct your squad to the northern part of the city and reconnaissance immediately. -

Mirana: - Understood. -

Icarus: - Commander Boil. You need to return to the rest of the group. We're running out of time. -

Boil: - Immediately, general. -

The call ended and the clone looked at those present carefully. With the exception of Numa, the rest were quite weak, but at least they could fend for themselves. But the elderly Twi'lek wouldn't be able to do such a thing, so she carried her in her arms and took control of her.

Meanwhile, above everyone, Mirana and his squad narrowly dodged ground anti-aircraft fire. Now they had to cross the enemy camp to reach the designated coordinates, but that is far from a simple task.

The explosions shook the hulls of the fighters. Mirana's trident was in front, and although his shield held up, the shaking made it difficult to keep his hands on the controls. Behind him, two Allied fighters succumbed to a surface-to-air missile launched by the Imperial gunners. Mirana narrowly dodged a projectile bearing down on her ship, but the fighter behind her was not so lucky.

At a cost of four fighters lost, the group managed to get out of the enemy positions. Before them was the northern sector of the city, and it was easy to spot enemy positions simply by following the trail of blaster fire. Also... Seeing the imperial white armor from above was really easy.

Boil's group, apparently lacking a commanding officer, maintained the potion with their few troops on the northern walls of the city. Civilians and unarmed rebels waited inside structures to stay safe. The massive horde of almost a thousand units of stormtroopers advanced at a brisk pace, without any fear of defeat. But none of them expected an attack from the air. What the hell were their own fighters doing?

Those who were stationed on the walls watched with joy as the enemies in front were blown up, victims of the fighters' heavy blasters and proton bombs. With just one pass the earth trembled before his feet, the fire rose above his enemies. Hundreds died instantly, whether guilty or innocent. In war there are only allies and enemies.

A second pass annihilated the few enemies who still had the courage to confront the rebels stationed on the city walls. But not even his attempts to reach the surface-to-air missiles had results. It was a total massacre.

Mirana: - General. The field is clear. - Mirana's voice was heard on the command bridge of the Munificent. - The group of rebels is advancing on the open field. -

Icarus: - Noticed. Delta Unit, advance to face 2. -

Delta: - Roger. Roger. -

The clone commando who stood waiting at the Kestrel Nova's controls powered up the ship and rose from a group of mountains where she waited hidden.

Icarus: - Commander Boil. - I contacted him through the communicator. - The albatross is on its way. You have five minutes to get into position. -

Boil: - Copied. We are on our way. - The call ended. - You heard. We have to set the pace. On going! -

The northern mission had been a success, and there were still about ten hours before withdrawal. Boil arrived just in time to coordinate the boarding of the Kestrel Nova and help the wounded. Gratifying was the surprise when he found Howser, alive and well, but with a band on his left hand. Apparently the blast shot hit him in the communicator and that cut off the communication. It was a miracle that he hadn't lost his hand.