A small beeping icon in his helmet alerted Darkson to a incoming comm call, he blinked rapidly at the beeping icon.
"Darkson here, go ahead."
It was OOM-55, one of the droid generals.
"Sir, sentries five and six have reported movment south-east of your position, entering the city. Scans indicate clone troopers, the farmers information was incorrect. They did not land were he predicted"
Darkson growled under his breath. He would have that farmers head, but right now he had to reposition his forces.
"Alright Fiffty-Five, order all city patrols in the area to regroup and to attack, and warm up are air-speeders as well."
"Very good sir, OOM-55 signing out."
A click indicated the hang-up. Darkson stood up and his droids did the same, in perfect unison. Darkson smiled, and ordered a formation and a advance. They did so.
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As the truck rounded the corner, two battle droids appeared in the street and opened fire on the truck. Several blasts hit one of the repulsers causing an explosion. Kad lost control of the weel as the truck scraped along the street, and fliped on its side. After the truck settled, all the noise stoped, except the steady sound of metal on duracreete was getting closer...
Last edited by Mandal_ShadowWarrior (Thursday, March 20, 2008 1:10 pm)
[i]"Sir, Finishing this Cake."[/i]