Star Wars The Clone Wars: A Galaxy Of War

Chapter 29: Chanosant's last stand

"Armored Assault Transports! Watch out!" Arc shouted via the comm system that is built in his helmet too aware the clone forces of the separatist tank rolling their way. Lance grits his teeth as he moved his sword around, deflecting laser bolts that were directed to burn his chest. With the shield still up, there wasn't much they could do to fire at the massive battery gun, who on the contrary, has not stopped its barrages of artillery bombardment.

"Arc! I need you to keep the defensive! The artillery shield's should be down soon!" The Jedi general shouted at the captain, who ducked his head and avoided having a burn mark on his helmet. Arc took cover behind the leg of the AT-TE, for there were about ten AT-TE's forming a semi-circle around the republic ground troops alongside five LAAT/s gunships to provide cover in the large open highway.

"General! Our forces are running out of battery! We can't hold off any longer and our tail is taking a massive beating! I suggest we either push up hard to be out of sight of the artillery gun temporarily!" Captain Arc said as clones are heard yelling around for ammunition, a field medic to heal them up, or for someone to help them reinforce a certain section of their makeshift defense.

Lance frowned as he quickly ran through all the possibilities. If Jelia doesn't knock out that ray shield, nothing will stop the overwhelming droid army from destroying the three legions of clones. No matter how much better the clowns are, quantity over quality is currently proving an effective method for the enemies. The Jedi in command looked at the two gunships that were sitting at the end of the circular like defense before glancing at Arc, a plan now at hand. "Captain! Grab four squads and send them up to both of those scrapers! We need snipers to provide cover as well as plex missiles to take care of those AATs! Our walkers don't have a clear shot with all the commotion!" Lance commanded for the clone units to be moved into a more strategical position.

"You heard the man! Breakfall, Sensor, Fragment, Flames, get on those two gunships and prepare for sniping position above those towers!" Arc relayed the orders from his superior officer, grunting as he ducked his head, hearing a red laser bolt whizzing past his head. He then popped his head back out of cover and returned fire at the small cluster of battle droids attempting to rush the defense sight.

"Copy that!" Domino said with a smirk as he and his brothers ran back towards one of the transports with Sensor Squad while Flame and Fragment boarded the second gunship that was on the opposite side. The pilots hustled on getting the transports on the air, for buttons were frantically pressed and levers hardly pulled. The two sliding doors on each side of the gunship closed with a metallic whiz, and once the passengers were safely inside, the ship headed straight to the skyscrapers looking over the battlefield.

Domino was first to jump out, followed by the technician and marksman. Waypoint and the medic hopped off last before the gunship departed from the ceiling and went back to its original defensive station. Domino grabbed one of the Plex Rockets, loading it up swiftly before taking aim at one of the separatist heavy armored tanks. "Fire in the hole!" The clone shouted as he pulled the trigger, sending a roaring plex missile directly at the AAT. Pinpoint and Tech smirked under their helmets as they started picking off their targets one by one. However, the droids seemed to keep trickling in, almost as if they had a replacement ready to go once one was destroyed.

"These clankers don't seem to be slowing down!" Tech grunted as he moved his head to the right when a laser bold threatened to burn through his helmet. Pinpoint finished reloading his sniper rifle before he could reply. "All we have to do is hold out until we get the green light. The AT-TEs should take care of the rest." Pin's accuracy seemed to slowly fall, for the fight has gone for a major amount of time, perhaps hours as it felt to them, and fatigue is slowly creeping up the clones.