Chap. 68 - Total Chaos

Kurt: - Commander Boil... Boil... Do you receive me? - His voice was suddenly heard after the beep of his communicator.

Boil: - I hear you. What's going on? - He whispered to prevent anyone from hearing him.

Kurt: - We have visual on the objective. The shipment of rhydonium is arriving. But you're not going to like the news. -

Boil: - What's wrong Kurt? Don't beat around the bush. -

Kurt: - Two detachments of mercenaries are guarding the fuel. I'm sorry but they won't be able to get out of there the right way. -

Boil: - Don't worry. We have a plan... Are the refugees ready? -

Kurt: - Yes. We have two transport ships ready to take off whenever you indicate. We don't have much time... We're counting on you. -

Boil: - That's how it will be. Over and out. -

Kurt's concern was evident. The mercenary wearing General Thorn's armor was unaware of the presence of the commando droids, but more than two dozen mercenaries were walking along the wide avenue guarding the important shipment of fuel. And to think that all this for two simple slaves. The Galaxy had definitely lost all its sanity. The only thing he could do was wait for everything to become chaos, aiming his sniper rifle from a nearby roof where the escape route of Boil and the rest could be seen.

Meanwhile inside the mansion:

Boil: - Delta Unit. Report. - He called on his communicator.

Delta: - Waiting for orders. -

Boil: - Very good. I transmit my coordinates. Extraction operation required. Maximum priority. -

Delta: - Roger. Roger. - Cut communication and activated an internal frequency between the allied droids. - To all command units. Prometheus protocol activated. Lethal force required. Shoot to kill. -

Punitive Guard Droids: - Roger. Roger. -

The tension suddenly increased inside the room where Numa, Mirana, Boil and Lubo waited impatiently. Thirty minutes had passed since they arrived, and they knew that the situation was going to get complicated, and neither of them was able to say a word. All they could do was prepare their blasters, count their detonators for the umpteenth time, and wait.

Meanwhile, Kurt was using the scope of his rifle, an S-5X sniper rifle. A rather strange model, but whose integrated magnetic accelerator gave its projectiles overwhelming speed and power. And yes... This weapon used ballistic ammunition, and not plasma like the rest of the weapons of the time. Hence its rarity.

Using the advanced technology integrated into the clone helmet, Kurt drew a virtual map. Marking on his visor the different strategic points such as cover and escape routes, the number of objectives and the most dangerous enemies, such as those carrying high-caliber weapons and who had to be eliminated as soon as possible. And as he made his mental notes, chaos erupted without warning in the streets around the mansion.

Blaster sounds shook the area, and many mercenaries and bandits fell with the first bursts while the rest desperately searched for a place to hide. Kurt didn't know what was happening, because the small area that his scope allowed him to see didn't show the full picture. From the trajectory of the blasters, he was able to quickly determine the origin of the shots. But his face darkened when he saw what it was about.

Kurt: - Boil... - He called on the communicator. - We have a problem. -

Kurt: - How are they one of us? - He exclaimed at the commander's response.

Boil: - Just like you hear soldier. Support the droid units at all costs. - He said and then cut the communication.

Kurt: - Let me be damned... This job is getting more and more confusing. -

Even so, Boil did not cut off the communication because he wanted to, because outside the room he could feel the scandal and confusion of those evildoers who were inside the mansion. They had heard the blaster fire and knew that someone was attacking them, but they still didn't know what. Immediately, the sound of the heavy metallic steps of the magnaguardias could be heard receding. Their mission was to defend Takke, and under this attack, the task of guarding the "guests" had taken a backseat. His protocols for defending his superior were much stronger than any other order.

Mirana: - Just as you predicted, commander. - A quick compliment to the clone.

Boil: - I've seen enough to know what they'll do. Come on... We must get out of here as soon as possible. -

And blaster in hand, the four ventured outside the room where they were supposedly safe. The first to show his head was Boil, who, seeing that the hallway where they were was safe, told the rest to follow him.

In the distance you could hear the blaster shots, although it was more the effect caused by the echo of the narrow passages. The truth was that barely a hundred meters separated him from the forces of Delta and the Punitive Guard, but to do that they had to go through the concrete labyrinth that enclosed them and cross the improvised battlefield that was formed on the outskirts of the mansion, dangerously close. of the volatile fuel containers.

Very cautiously, Boil led the rest. He was not an expert in infiltration, but he knew how to recognize the hurried footsteps of the groups of mercenaries that were advancing in front of the mansion to confront the droids. They just had to follow them, and stick to the wall as much as they could to prevent any attentive enemy from detecting them in their escape. There were only about twenty meters left to reach the main door, but not everything could be that easy.

Takke: - LOOK! - He shouted angrily.

The Trandoshan's voice shook the corridor they were in. The group turned around and saw, astonished, how the reptilian showed uncontrolled fury on his face, while behind him the two magnaguard droids remained waiting.

Takke: - KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL! -

It was more than clear that the Trandoshan had lost all traces of sanity, one that he had struggled to keep afloat since his former companion arrived to torment his life and remove old wounds from the past that he thought he had already overcome. But it wasn't like that.

The magnaguards followed the orders given, turning on their electrobars as they advanced at a brisk pace towards Boil and the rest. Mirana, who was the one behind the group was now at the head of the most eminent danger. He raised his pistol ready to fire, although that may have been useless, but an attack from behind prevented him from doing so.

Mirana: - Boil! What the hell are you doing!? - She shouted angrily.

Boil: - Take the boys and get out of here! - He shouted back.

Mirana: - Never! I'm the one who has to...! -

Boil: - That's an order, Lieutenant! -

It was rare to see Boil upset when making decisions, but this time he was angry, although that was just a facade to hide his fear and worry. Mirana stared at him defiantly for a second, a second vital to her escape as the deadly droids got closer and closer. The human wanted to impose her opinion, but even with the clone's face hidden by her helmet, she could tell that that would not be possible.

Gritting her teeth and frowning like never before, Mirana grabbed the Twi'leks by the shoulders and pushed them toward the exit, despite Numa's struggle to prevent it. On the other hand, Lubo was so scared that he didn't know what to do, and he just stared back at the clone's armor giving him his back as the lieutenant pushed him out of the building.

Boil: - Come for me! DAMN IT! -

The clone's voice echoed through the room as his DLT-19D heavy rifle roared with fury and fire in his hands. This weapon from the Clone Wars era, which had been recovered from a battle against Imperial forces, had overwhelming firepower, and although its overheating was a serious problem, the clone unleashed all its power against the Magnaguards. But that wouldn't be enough.

These droids were designed to combat Jedi, and the electrified tips of their staffs allowed them to dissipate the constant rain of fire that the clone unleashed with a battle roar. Boil watched as death approached him little by little. Death with the face of a Kaleesh warrior.

Boil's weapon stopped roaring as one of the magnaguards slammed into its hilt, fracturing the clone's wrist instantly and launching his rifle far out of reach. Boil grunted in pain, but the adrenaline in his body allowed him to barely avoid a blow from the electrorod that, if it didn't kill him, would leave him unconscious from the combined effect of the concussion and the electroshock.

There was no possible way for the clone to get out of that situation, and the only thing his senses could perceive was the fear of seeing those imposing droids charging at him and the sound of electricity flowing deadly over the tip of their staffs. Then... A direct hit to the stomach sent him flying against the corridor wall.

Boil flew four meters, and his body shook as he felt the hard metal receive the force of the impact. A dull sound was heard and the clone's mind was only able to perceive a deafening beep that saturated his sanity. Breathing was very difficult, and a sudden cough attacked his respiratory system, and then, the visor of his helmet was dyed an eerie crimson color.

Blood poured from his mouth, and red slowly stained his gaze under his helmet as he used his hands to vaguely keep himself down to make a vain attempt to recover. Then... the pain came.

The two electrorods made contact with the plates of his armor on his back. A powerful electrical shock coursed through his body, severing the connection between his brain and his limbs, forcing his muscles to contract erratically as his screams could barely escape his mouth drowned in his own blood.

The red color that blurred his vision began to turn black, an absolute darkness that was consuming his life. The sound of the electrorods became increasingly fainter, even though they were still on, cooking his own skin. The droids' lifeless gaze showed no remorse, and the only one present was Takke, whose cold and tormented nature showed no remorse.

The world changed for Boil. It became dark and silent. Even though he himself knew with his last shred of consciousness that behind his back a pitched battle was being fought between the commando droids and the rest of the mercenaries. But even the roar of gunfire had stopped... forever.