"Overwatch?"
"Scope One-One. Four hostiles gathered around the tank. Count three Battle, one Super."
"Scope One-Two. Confirm four hostiles. Possibly more inside the tank."
CT-01/924 looked back at other armored forms of his brethren. They were dispersed, hidden behind the various destroyed buildings in a semi-circle around the tank, most of them only able to see the enemy from video feed coming from the sniper's helmets.
"Sound off for mic check." Said 924, the squad leader.
"One." "Two." "Three." And on down the line came the soft voices of the clone troopers as they subvocalized their responses. Once twelve, also called Scope One-Two, was checked off he gave his orders.
"Scopes, concentrated fire on the Super on my command. Two, Three, Five, Seven and Eight, take out the Battle droids. Four, Six and Nine, I want you ready to move up to the tank. Ten, I want that launcher ready to take out the tank if it so much as twitches."
"Yessir," came the the identical voices in perfect unison. A normal human might find the sound disconcerting, but to 924 it was a comforting feeling, knowing that these men had his back and were ready and able to carry out the plan.
His grip tightened on his blaster rifle as he prepared to give the command. "Stand by...Stand by...Hit 'em."
Two powerful lasers lanced out from the hidden positions his snipers had taken and stabbed into the Super Battle Droid. One blasted a hole in it's head, while the other slagged the center of it's chest where most of the vital processing units were housed.
A mere second after the lasers impacted the Super blue bolts of blaster rifle fire lit up the unaware battle droids, turning the deadly machines into so much scrap metal.
924 watched with cool satisfaction at the efficiency of the concentrated barrage that left all the battle droids and leapt up, charging out of his hiding spot to secure the tank. The tac-map on the corner of his vision showed that his fellow troopers were doing exactly the same.
The bone-white armored figures moved swiftly, their armor clacking as they ran over the rubble towards the tank. Each of them had their weapons trained on the downed battle droids. Even though the only real threat now was the tank, their rifles were all but useless against the thick armor.
924 couldn't help a grin under his helmet as he got within thirty yards of the large armored battle tank. This was going perfect.
It was about then that the main turret on the tank whirred, turning the giant main cannon directly at him.
924's grin disappeared faster than it took for the anti-tank missile to flash over his head and blast a man sized hole in the main body of the tank.
The concussion knocked 924 back, peppering him with shrapnel that bounced harmlessly off his armor before he was deposited on the ground in a manner that would not be considered gentle.
Fortunantly his hearing was intact enough for him to hear the cries of his fellow clone troopers over the radio. They were calling out targets all around and he opened his eyes to see two of his men get hit and crumple to the ground. Lasers were lancing out from the buildings all around them.
Vaguely he realized that the while thing had been a trap before a stray bolt caught him in the upper chest and all went black.
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924 opened his eyes some time later. His whole body ached and hurt and it took him a second to realize he was in the medical wing.
He had barely begun to sit up when another clone trooper marched over to him.
"CT-01/924, for your failure during the training exercise your postion as squad leader is being reviewed. Report to your squad when you are finished here." The Jango Fett clone said gruffly.
924 could only nod and give a firm 'Yessir' before the trooper marched away. Once he was gone 924 layed back and stared at the ceiling.
So much for being a platoon leader...
"Scope One-One. Four hostiles gathered around the tank. Count three Battle, one Super."
"Scope One-Two. Confirm four hostiles. Possibly more inside the tank."
CT-01/924 looked back at other armored forms of his brethren. They were dispersed, hidden behind the various destroyed buildings in a semi-circle around the tank, most of them only able to see the enemy from video feed coming from the sniper's helmets.
"Sound off for mic check." Said 924, the squad leader.
"One." "Two." "Three." And on down the line came the soft voices of the clone troopers as they subvocalized their responses. Once twelve, also called Scope One-Two, was checked off he gave his orders.
"Scopes, concentrated fire on the Super on my command. Two, Three, Five, Seven and Eight, take out the Battle droids. Four, Six and Nine, I want you ready to move up to the tank. Ten, I want that launcher ready to take out the tank if it so much as twitches."
"Yessir," came the the identical voices in perfect unison. A normal human might find the sound disconcerting, but to 924 it was a comforting feeling, knowing that these men had his back and were ready and able to carry out the plan.
His grip tightened on his blaster rifle as he prepared to give the command. "Stand by...Stand by...Hit 'em."
Two powerful lasers lanced out from the hidden positions his snipers had taken and stabbed into the Super Battle Droid. One blasted a hole in it's head, while the other slagged the center of it's chest where most of the vital processing units were housed.
A mere second after the lasers impacted the Super blue bolts of blaster rifle fire lit up the unaware battle droids, turning the deadly machines into so much scrap metal.
924 watched with cool satisfaction at the efficiency of the concentrated barrage that left all the battle droids and leapt up, charging out of his hiding spot to secure the tank. The tac-map on the corner of his vision showed that his fellow troopers were doing exactly the same.
The bone-white armored figures moved swiftly, their armor clacking as they ran over the rubble towards the tank. Each of them had their weapons trained on the downed battle droids. Even though the only real threat now was the tank, their rifles were all but useless against the thick armor.
924 couldn't help a grin under his helmet as he got within thirty yards of the large armored battle tank. This was going perfect.
It was about then that the main turret on the tank whirred, turning the giant main cannon directly at him.
924's grin disappeared faster than it took for the anti-tank missile to flash over his head and blast a man sized hole in the main body of the tank.
The concussion knocked 924 back, peppering him with shrapnel that bounced harmlessly off his armor before he was deposited on the ground in a manner that would not be considered gentle.
Fortunantly his hearing was intact enough for him to hear the cries of his fellow clone troopers over the radio. They were calling out targets all around and he opened his eyes to see two of his men get hit and crumple to the ground. Lasers were lancing out from the buildings all around them.
Vaguely he realized that the while thing had been a trap before a stray bolt caught him in the upper chest and all went black.
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924 opened his eyes some time later. His whole body ached and hurt and it took him a second to realize he was in the medical wing.
He had barely begun to sit up when another clone trooper marched over to him.
"CT-01/924, for your failure during the training exercise your postion as squad leader is being reviewed. Report to your squad when you are finished here." The Jango Fett clone said gruffly.
924 could only nod and give a firm 'Yessir' before the trooper marched away. Once he was gone 924 layed back and stared at the ceiling.
So much for being a platoon leader...
