Mistaken Identity || Star Wars Fanfic

Bloody Beginnings

*BOOM*

The whole city was shaking as the artillery hit the projectile shield that had been deployed over the city. Bright lights were constantly flashing over the republic forces as they were sent into a frenzy by the suicide bombers that had been released by Alto Stratus and his men. Their frontline had been broken and the clone troopers were rapidly trying to salvage the situation by forming up whatever defence they could, but things were not looking good and it looked like the Jabiimi Nationalists were going to enter the city and gain their first foothold.

"Captain Duster status report!" Master Norcuna shouted through the comms link he had in his hand, but the captain did not respond so Norcuna could only assume the worst and that he had died in those explosions they'd all witnessed.

"Commander, get all the men into their positions, we must push them back before they can gain a significant foothold into the city," Master Norcuna instructed.

"Yes sir! Should I call for reinforcements?" Asked hoping the Jedi would allow him to.

"Negative Commander, we aren't losing so badly yet, this is just a bloody nose, we will bounce back," Master Norcuna said optimistically before heading further towards the front lines to get a better view of what was happening.

Commander Dex stood there with his fists clenched. He could tell from the locations do the explosions that their first line of defence was decimated. It wouldn't take long for the enemy forces to overrun their frontline position, their situation was a lot more dire than the Jedi thought it was, but if they called for reinforcements now they might be able to hold out until they got here, but since General Norcuna had declined calling for reinforcements. They were fucked.

...

*Jeeeeeeeeennnn*

Dusters vision returned to him as he gasped for breath and started coughing and sputtering inside his helmet. His ears were ringing from the proximity of the explosion he'd just endured and his visor was going haywire; he reached up and flung his helmet off feeling the cool air touch his skin and the heavy rain splash against his face. He looked around him and saw that there were still people blowing up their defensive perimeter; Duster looked down and saw his armour broken and shredded, parts of his armour were even embedded into his chest but it seemed to have not caused any lethal injuries.

His ears still rang as he pushed himself up from the ground, he jumped back as he felt himself get grabbed, pulling his vibrio-blade out he was ready to shove it into the enemy's neck, but held himself back when he saw it was one of his brothers. He seemed to be trying to say something to him but his voice was muffled, all Duster could hear was the the ringing sound in his ears and the loud explosions that he felt more than he heard.

"Captain!"
"Captain!"

His mind came more into focus and the ringing died down, he was suddenly aware of how ragged his breathing was.

"Captain! What are your orders, sir!" The Clone Sergeant shouted at him before they were both rocked by another explosion, bits of earth and rock showered them and the Clone Sergeant dragged Duster down to cover.

"Sergeant..." Duster said his brain was still fuzzy, he could tell he had a severe concussion, but he didn't have time for field treatment.

"Your orders sir!" The Sergeant asked.

"Rally your squad, we need to reform the defences before the nationalists charge our position," Duster said as he stood back up, picking his weapon from the floor.

"Kill any civilians no exceptions, we can't afford to take any more damage or those damn nationalists will take this position!" He shouted over the sounds of explosions.