Broke: A Clone Wars Tale - Volume 1 Chapter 250 Successful Mission

“Sir, you should listen to this.”

Tech transmitted what he was hearing to Dageer. There was a lot of chatter coming from the clanckers, but he could distinguish the voice of the tactical droid.

“Fire at their… Command ship.”

“Sir? Bzzz… We still have troops inside… The ship.”

“I… Don’t care. Fire!”

Dageer exchanged a glance with Tech. Both clones felt the urge to barge inside the command bridge, and stop the seppies, but it was too late.

“Direct… Hit. We have confirmation… Bzz… The cruiser was destroyed.”

“Good… Job. Any survivors?”

“A shuttle left the… Cruiser before it exploded. We can’t confirm who was… Inside.”

“Send someone after… It.”

Dageer let out a sigh of relief. If someone left the ship, it was very probably the Jedis. That meant that, although General Secura lost her capital ship, she probably would escape. So, all that it was left was for Hell Squad to finish what they came here for.

“When you give the order, commander.”

“Do it.”

The clone nodded, and typed something on the panel. When the door opened, the first thing Dageer did was analyze the biggest threat.

It was easy. Two commando droids were turning around and aiming their blasters at him. Dageer leaned to the right, and the first shots fired by the clanckers barely missed him.

After dodging, the commander didn’t fire his blaster pistol immediately, as the droids were expecting, but instead, approached them. Even the commando units were surprised. No one had ever dared to engage in close combat with them. After all, they were tough and flexible, carried a vibroblade, and knew how to use it.

What surprised the droids even more, though, was that the clone wasn’t alone as it seemed at first. While Dageer distracted them, making the two clanckers change their aim to him, five more troopers appeared. Each commando droid received half a dozen lasers to the chest and head, dying instantly.

Dageer crouched, hiding behind a chair, and, at the same time, grabbed the vibroblade one of the commando droids had. It wasn’t the same as the one General Grievous destroyed, but it would do the job.

Like they had expected, there were only twenty or so security droids – normal B1 units with red painting – and it didn’t take long for Hell Squad to take care of them.

Dageer kicked a droid’s body aside, and saw a crew clancker, recognizable by the blue lines, cowering on the side. He executed the droid with a single laser. The seppies didn’t deserve mercy, even more so when they were just droids.

After a few steps, Dageer finally arrived in front of a tactical droid. He was the only seppie still alive on the command bridge, although he had lost a hand when he tried to grab a blaster. Dab was quick to put an end to his antics.

“Three-four, contact General Secura’s fleet. Tell the captains to be prepared to escape, and tell them to send someone to pick us up.”

“Right away, commander.”

“You won’t get away… With this, Republic… Sc.u.m.”

Dageer grinned when he heard the droid speak.

“Shut up, scrap metal. You have two options now. Either you order your sh.i.p.s to move out of the way, or you die.”

“I will never… Obey a clone.”

Dageer already knew the tactical droid was going to say that, and he didn’t care. Clanckers didn’t feel fear. They were war machines, not real people.

Using the tip of his newly acquired vibroblade, Dageer made a line on his shoulder pad. There were already a few dozen there.

“I thought so. Die, then.”

Dageer slashed upwards with the vibroblade, and the tactical droid’s head was sent flying. It’s body crashed down, and Dageer picked up the head, and threw it to Tech.

“Later, see if you can get any useful information out of him. Meanwhile, tell our brothers that it is time.”

“Understood.”

Just when Hell Squad was turning around to leave the command bridge, Dageer suddenly thought of something. He ran to some of the many panels in the command bridge, pressed buttons, and pushed levers forward. When he was done, he hurried up his men.

“What did you do, commander?”

“I have no idea. But the seppies will have to spend some time to fix the mess I made, because I put the ship on full speed forward, so, they better stop it or they will crash into the ground pretty fast.”

“Hahaha!”

“Haha…”

Not bothered by the fact that they were in an enemy ship, Hell Squad laughed out loud when they heard Dageer. They knew their commander wasn’t kidding, because the Separatist sh.i.p.s were made for droids, not humans. The controls were sure to be different, meaning that Dageer probably didn’t know what many of the buttons he pressed did.

As they felt the dreadnought pick up speed, Hell Squad quickly ran to the upper hangar. They passed by several droids on their way, but apart from a few who decided to stop them, most just ran past the group. They had to stop the ship before it crashed.

As always, the hangars of a Separatist ship didn’t have many smaller sh.i.p.s, only deactivated Vulture droids. There were still, however, one or two Maxillipede shuttles.

“Let’s go! Captain Gold said they broke through the Separatist fleet, and are ready to pick us up. Tech, you pilot!”

“On it!”

While the shuttle was taking off, Dageer connected his comlink to the main controls of the ship. Then, he transmitted a code that would let the Republic cruisers know they were friendly.

“Terminator, this is CT-4063, Commander Dageer. Hell Squad is currently approaching you on a Maxillipede shuttle. I repeat, Hell Squad is approaching you in a Separatist shuttle.”

“Copy that, commander. Identifications being verified… A3-O9. You are clear to landing. You will have to be fast, sir.”

“Understood, Gold. See you soon, brother. You heard him, Tech. Try not to crash this time.”

“Uff… You are never going to let me forget it, are you?”

Dageer chuckled. He might be their commander, but the troopers still made fun of him sometimes. It was only fair he returned it.

“No, I won’t. Now, get us out of here.”

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“Stay still, general.”

“Cough! Cough… Cough… Work faster, droid.”

“Unless you stop moving, I can’t.”

In a dark room, General Grievous was laying on a metal bed. His entire body was burnt and scarred, and he was missing three of his four arms, and one of his legs.

“You were critically injured in that explosion, general. It will take time for you to recover.”

The abomination that was the Separatist coughed, and glared angrily at the medical droid, but stood quiet. He understood how serious his injuries were. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was partially machine, he would have died.

“Also, general, Count Dooku left a message for you.”

“Cough… What did he say?”

“He said he would make use of the trophy you brought back, and took it with him.”

“Trophy? Cough… Cough!”

“He was with you in the escape pod, so Count Dooku assumed you kept him alive on purpose.”

“He? I… Cough… Cough! Cough! I didn’t bring anyone. Who is he?”