Chapter 226 - Saying Goodbye (1/2)

Dageer felt the heat of the lasers flying over his head. The moment he dropped to the ground, he didn't fire at the droids, but rolled to the side. His instincts were proven right, because several red lasers hit the spot he was in before.

The droids were taken down pretty quickly, overwhelmed by the 303rd. All the clones who had survived up till now were not just elites. They were better than any other legion in the galaxy. They didn't miss a shot, they didn't make mistakes. Every laser that left their blasters meant a droid less in the Separatist army.

Getting up, Dageer stepped over the bodies of the droids. They had lost two clones at the doorway, but most of them made it through.

What followed was a simple cleaning operation for the 303rd. They swept the relay station room by room, killing the droids fast and efficiently. In less than an hour, there were no droids left.

”Dab, take a few men and wait outside. I want to know the moment our sh.i.p.s break through the blockade or the clanckers' reinforcements arrives, whatever happens first. Cell, go with him.”

”Understood, sir. Come, Cell.”

”Right away.”

”Tech, find General Ragout for me.”

”Okay, commander.”

”Metal, how many did we lose?”

The heavy machine gunner approached Dageer, and took off his helmet, revealing a very familiar face. Metal looked around, and after confirming his report was right, he turned to Dageer.

”Thirteen, commander. We also have a few slight injuries, but nothing too serious.”

Dageer frowned hard. Having just thirteen casualties and taking over a base with a droid garrison of over a hundred clanckers were incredibly good numbers. Still, Dageer didn't like the feeling of losing more of his brothers, not after he had already lost so many.

”Dageer! I take you had no problems with the droid garrison?”

”General. In the latter half, we were finding more sliced droids than living ones.”

Ragout chuckled. Obviously, he was quite proud of his work, and he had every right to be. At least fifty clanckers were killed by him alone.

Looking at the halves of the droid captain, Dageer picked up a piece of scrap metal, and crossed a line on his armor.

”General, commander, you have to come outside! The 501st did it!”

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Dageer had no idea at what he was looking at. When he went out, he expected to see an entire Republic fleet, but what greeted him was one cruiser, in flames, landing. Looking past the ship, he saw the remains of another cruiser, and surprisingly, found out that the Lucrehulk-class Battleship and the dreadnoughts were also destroyed.

”What happened? Where is the 501st fleet?”

Ragout asked the question that was on Dageer's mind, but he was unable to answer it. Calling Dab over, he asked the sniper what happened.

”I... I am quite confused, sir. I knew General Skywalker was crazy, but not that...”

Dab stopped before he could finish the sentence, only now realizing he shouldn't be calling a superior crazy. However, what happened before had astonished him just too much. Ragout, however, gestured to him, showing the clone that it wasn't a big deal.

”Tell me what happened, Dab.”