Chapter 347 - Killers In The Night (1/2)

Deep in the night, seven shadows crawled towards the Separatist army outside Nabat. They were none other than Hell Squad.

Agile and silent, they slipped past all the defensive measures the clanckers had set up. After all, they were meant to stop an army, not a squad, especially one such as Dageer's unit. Without any trouble, they reached the base of the wall that encircled the enemy camp.

Suddenly, Dab made a gesture with his hand, making them all stop where they were. He had spotted something.

Surely enough, a few seconds later, a patrol passed above their heads. Luckily for them, the seppies were so confident on their defenses that even the droids weren't paying that much attention, but mumbling to each other.

After the patrol was gone, Dageer, Brain, and Tech launched their cables, and started climbing. Their first target was the patrol that just passed. Hanging on the outer side of the wall, they waited for them to come back.

”Bzzz... What is... That?”

”Looks like... Bzzz... Someone climbed the wall.”

”Oh... We should call this in. Bzzz...”

”Roger rog... Ahhh!”

Before the B1 unit could finish, a hand clad in white armor appeared over the railing, and pulled him. The fall was enough to break it's joints, and two other clanckers suffered the same fate. Dageer winced at the noise they made when crashing, but didn't stop moving.

Pulling himself up, he kicked the nearest clancker, and swung his vibroblade. The weapon decapitated the two droids that were still standing, and then he swirled it before stabbing the one he had kicked.

With the patrol gone, the others climbed up too, and then threw the cables to the other side of the wall, before sliding down. Now, they were inside the enemy camp, all by themselves.

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Ragout looked at Nabat from over ten kilometers away, and frowned deeply. He wasn't worried about Hell Squad, because he knew they would escape unscathed. What perturbed him was the future. Lately, there had been too much happening, and too many instances where the Force was troubled.

He had a feeling something big and bad was about to happen. That feeling was born a long time ago, but it was getting stronger each day. He felt like there was a blade hanging above his head, and he could do nothing to avoid it. Something in the galaxy was about to change forever.

”Do you care to share why you are troubled, Master Ragout?”

He turned around to see Yva and Gobi looking at him. The one who had spoken was her.

The young Jedi sighed, and looked at the distant stars in the night sky. They seemed so close, and yet so far.

”I don't know. Maybe it's this war. It should never have happened. But... I don't think it's just that. Forget it. Maybe I'm just too worried for my own good.”