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Posted On:
May 7 2005 5:22am
“What the hell was that?” Joren Logan growled.
His senior command staff stared back at him, each sitting in front of mounds of datapads and all trying to give explanations.
“Imperial tricks!”
“The Black Dragons!”
“The Chiss!”
A Coalition fleet, flying under the banner of the Onyxian Commonwealth, had just been devastated at a battle to take control of the space around the gas giant Mobus. Weeks before, the Coalition had received scattered reports of a new threatening force amassing in the Unknown Regions near Mobus. Logan had sent a scout ship to the giant to discern the truth, but it had been destroyed by unknown forces without being able to relay its information.
Logan had then called in a few favors from a couple of old associates, who all pointed him in the direction of one of the most feared beings in the entire Galaxy. The droid known as IG-88 was a bounty hunter, originally created by Imperial engineers on the planet Holowan, the droid knew something about the Unknown Regions threat.
After being paid a considerable sum, the droid bounty hunter revealed that the big “threat” was no more than a bunch of armed, outcast droids, who had been banished to parts unknown fifty years before, during the Clone Wars.
Originally from the planet Telti, the droids had received new programming from an unknown source and mass-rioted, killing the human droid makers on Telti, and launching a takeover of the planet. A Republic force was diverted from the war and put a quick stop to their insurrection, banishing the droids to deep space.
IG-88 reported that the droids had stumbled upon a cache of Confederacy ships and weapons, along with a fully-functional droid Army and a small fleet of Trade Federation battle ships.
The bounty hunter told them that the droids had then fled deep space with their fleet and army.
That was fifty years before.
The Commonwealth fleet had been ambushed by a seemingly derelict space station, that suddenly came alive, disgorging hundreds of old Trade Federation droid starfighters and quickly overwhelmed the startled Coalition forces.
Their fleet had been devastated, and they were now in orbit of Mobus, among the debris, trying to figure out what had happened to them.
Logan raised his hand after he realized his question was getting them nowhere, “Enough.” He said, and he was rewarded by a quickly quieted room.
“Now,” He said, looking at each officer in the room. Present were the captains of each surviving capital ship in his fleet, which was a little over half of what he had started out with, “All we know, is that we came here expecting to have an easy day, and we paid for it, in lives. I want a status report for all ships. And I want it now.”
Captain Kiernan, the Corellian captain of the only other major capital ship left, the Victory-Class Star Destroyer Breaker, spoke up, “The Breaker is at full battle-readiness. We have lost six hundred and seventy-three men, as well as half our fighter compliment, but we are ready to fight when ordered to, sir.”
The words were echoed by the other captains, all of which reiterated that they were ready to go back into battle when necessary.
Not if. When, Logan noticed.
“I want you all to know, before we proceed, that I think that we aren’t out of the woods yet. And we certainly aren’t going back home. Probably not for a little while. We came here to find out who this is that has been scaring the shit out of the Chiss, and every other sentient species in this region. We have come to find it, and eliminate it, before we are fighting on the doorstep of our homes.”
Each officer nodded.
“Now, our esteemed civilian colleague from Coalition Intelligence, Agent Mytil Esspar, Has something to say. Agent Esspar.”
Esspar, a short, stocky Chadra-fan, stepped forward, a datapad tucked under her furry arm, “Hello gentlemen, yesterday, while you were fighting, Coalition intelligence uncovered evidence that this mysterious threat, which had been tentatively identified as outcast droids from the Clone Wars era, are in a system only ten minutes hyperspace travel time from Mobus.”
Logan had not been able to read Esspar’s report before the meeting had taken place, so he was just as surprised as the rest of the group.
Esspar continued, ignoring the surprised gasps from the group of captains, “The Desitus system was just recently scouted by the New Alliance ten years ago when a then-Regent Logan sent a lone Star Destroyer through these parts as part of a scouting mission that was originally intended to be an expansion zone for TNA from Onyx. The Inquisitor recorded the system as “Epsilon-three-eight-four-zero”, but a smuggler captain by the name of Meridan Desitus discovered the system fifty years ago. He recorded three planets in the system. Being a man of,” She consulted her datapad for the correct word, “great bluster, Desitus named the system after himself, including the first planet orbiting the main star. He gave names to the other planet in honor of a family member. The system is comprised of Desitus, and Meridius.”
Logan and the room waited.
The Chadra-fan continued, “We have confirmed no less than twenty-eight warships orbiting both planets, all old Trade Federation design. On each planet is a large garrison of some sorts, comprised of a droid army numbering in the thousands.”
Logan sat down, rubbing his eyes, “We have also confirmed that there are absolutely zero lifeforms of any sort onboard these ships, yet they still move from planet to planet as if crewed. So we agree with Admiral Logan that they are crewed by…droids.”
The room was silent, one could have heard a pen drop, “That is not all.” Esspar said.
She continued, “We have also confirmed the existence of a huge, nay, massive shipbuilding facility in orbit of Desitus. It is three times bigger than our largest shipyards... which are currently orbiting Valacar.”
Logan simply sighed.
“What do we do?” He asked.
“Destroy them.” Esspar said, “Completely.”
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May 12 2005 10:40pm
"Are you sure about this?" Foster asked uncertainly as Logan revealed his plan.
"Yes. I am best equipped to command the ground forces. It is up to you to take on the enemy fleet and destroy the shipyard in orbit of Desitus." Logan said.
Foster was still uncertain, "I don't like this. Its like they are waiting for us..."
Logan sighed and turned to the massive staging area within the Sentinel, looking with a trained eye over the activities going on, "They are."
Foster said nothing as he followed Logan's gaze over the thousands of soldiers and their accompanying vehicles as they loaded themselves into transports.
The Onyxian Commonwealth 1st Ground Division was preparing for battle. It was comprised of thousands of soldiers, AT-ATs, Sword-class battle tanks, Samurai-class atmospheric gunships, and even a few Clone Wars-vintage AT-TE walkers.
It was a lethal force, the first ground assault Logan would personally command in five years.
Since his last ground command, and ever since he rejoined the galactic stage and took command of the Onyxian Commonwealth, he had been itching to get back, and command an army instead of a navy. He had studying every vehicle under his command as well as vehicles of Trade Federation design that were likely to be used against him.
Logan watched as a new group of soldiers march into the staging area. Each soldier was covered head-to-toe in tight fitting armor. But instead of bulky steel armor, this was more like a body suit. Synthetic armorweave was highly resistant to blasters, as it dissipated the energy bolts on contact. It wouldn’t stop the bolt completely, but it would dampen the impact.
Over this armor was a dark blue sleeveless, hooded robe. An armorweave face-cover with slits for the eyes completed the package, minus the twin blaster pistols in arm sleeves, blaster rifle slung over the shoulder, force-pike in hand along with a long vibroblade sheathed at the waist.
“The Praetorian Guard” Foster breathed, “I have actually never seen them before.”
“Frightening, aren’t they?” Logan murmured.
“Indeed.” Foster said
The sound of the hundred-strong Praetorian Guard unit’s boots reached the two observers.
Click-clack…click-clack….click-clack…
***
Alright… nice and easy.” Foster said as the Coalition fleet reverted to realspace.
The planet of Desitus was not known for its beauty, although there were lush jungles covering the entire planet, contrasting deeply with the black oceans, long polluted by some catastrophic event, possibly triggered by the droid outcasts believed to be inhabiting the world.
Surrounding the planet were twelve ships, all Trade Federation design. Three were the Lucrehulk-class LH-3210 battle cruisers. This type of vessel, at 3,000 meters in diameter and armed to the teeth, was most famously know for being the ship of choice for Trade Federation leaders to blockade the peaceful planet of Naboo, years before the Clone Wars. The rest were corvette analogs. At about two-hundred meters long, and brstling with weapons, the Trade Federation corvettes were more than a match for the Coalition Defender-class Gunships which comprised the backbone of Foster’s fleet.
“Fighters coming in.” Reported the starboard crewpit.
Foster had to admire the droid enemy for its swift response to the attacking Coalition vessels. Almost before the GC fleet had completed its reversion from hyperspace, Droid Starfighters, identical to the ones faced at Mobus, were already being launched.
Foster narrowed his eyes as the droids began their approach. The GC vessels were stear far out of range, and it would take a few minutes for the droids to reach them.
“Alright. Order Sword group to move out in front and prepare for Operation Obliterator.” Foster ordered, watching his tactical maps carefully.
He had formed the entire attack plan himself, based on GC’s experiences at Mobus. He knew, as Logan had, that the droid starfighters devastated the GC fighter force, along with the doomed fleet of the Starlight. He also knew that the enemy sent the droid starfighters all at once, not in waves, in order to swarm hapless enemies. Foster planned for all of this, and now it was playing out exactly as he knew it would.
Ten of Foster’s twelve Defender-class gunships, formed into “Sword group”, moved out ahead of the fleet, forming a skirmish line. The droid starfighters observed this, and altered their attack strategies to attack the Defenders.
“Fire.” Foster ordered.
Sword group released its concussion missiles all at once, which ripped through the enemy lines. Turbolaser fire quickly followed, eliminating any survivors.
Hundreds did survive, but they decided to turn tail and run instead of face the obviously-prepared Coalition fleet.
Foster smiled broadly at this victory and order Sword group to form a two-pronged line and blaze ahead and engage the enemy corvettes.
The Sentinel, its two escorting Defender gunships, and the Breaker, a Victory-class Star Destroyer which fought at Mobus, dubbed Anvil group, followed at a distance, giving Sword group enough time to begin the battle.
“Sweep to the right and engage at full speed once we receive the signal.” Foster ordered.
Sword group had reached the corvettes, which had come out ahead of the defending enemy battleships, and began pounding.
Foster knew before the battle had even started, that he would be outnumbered, and the without some sort of support, Sword group would be overwhelmed. The Coalition did not dare launch fighters this time around. Coming straight from the Battle of Mobus, where the GC starfighter force had been devastated, they had not been able to call for reinforcements. All that remained were the reserve squadrons, which were comprised of K-wing bombers.
So the K-wings had been ordered to accompany Sword group, which could then contend with the Corvettes.
“Commander Brennan has given the signal.” Reported the crew pit, referring to the commander of the Sword battle group.
“Engage.” Foster ordered. The Sentinel’s engines blazed to life, propelling the ship forward toward Desitus and the waiting battlecruisers.
“Alright, let’s stick to the plan. We will break off with D-12 and D-13 and engage the battlecruisers and draw them away. Breaker will slip past us and the planetary cannons and land on the surface. Once our forces have been discharged, it will rejoin us to mop up what’s left and take out that shipyards.” Foster said, his words sounding hollow and hopeless in his mouth.
Until the Breaker could rejoin them, the Sentinel would have to face off against three ships twice its size, likely taking heavy damage.
The Breaker moved away as it came within range of Desitus’s gravity well, heading toward the surface.
“Good luck.” Foster muttered to Logan, who was waiting within the Breaker’s hull.
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May 14 2005 5:09pm
“Where are they…?” Corporal Seskwa muttered as she marched, along with the Coalition armored forces, in a convoy through the jungle.
They had been marching for little over an hour now, and ever since departing the Breaker they had been expecting some giant ambush to overtake them.
Seskwa was a Mon Calamari. She had grown up reading about the exploits of Emperor Teebo of the Mon Calamari Republic, and their allies, Joren Logan and his New Alliance. She had always wanted to fight alongside them and little did it matter to her that Teebo had disappeared long ago and Joren Logan had retired. She still wanted to fight like her heroes.
She had waited until she could join the Coalition military, and had been accepted into the Armored Forces. She specialized in mechanics, but she also wanted to fight alongside the rest of her comrades.
When she had heard of Logan’s sudden reappearance and his forming the Onyxian Commonwealth, she immediately requested a transfer. Once she had arrived on Onyx, she had been placed with an AT-TE squad. She, along with a hundred others just like her, was tasked with keeping the machines up and running.
Now she marched alongside one of the giant war beasts, which was making its way through the dense jungle toward the reputed enemy base.
“There are rumors that we are going to fight droids…” Private Massar whispered next to her.
Seskwa scoffed at him, “Oh shut up. It’s probably just a neo-Imperial group trying to threaten the Coalition.” She said, clutching her blaster carbine more closely to her chest.
Masser, a Whiphid, shook his head, “I don’t know, Ses.”
She ignored him and continued to march. Her AT-TE had been ordered to scout ahead of the main group and clear a path through the jungle. With its mass lower to the ground, it could more easily crush trees then the other vehicles.
“Halt!” The AT-TE commander called over the comlink.
She and the other soldiers escorting the walker halted. She looked around to see why they had stopped, and was taken aback when she saw a droid standing ten meters from the walker.
It was the last thing she expected to see on this planet.
“Oh!” The droid exclaimed, “Excuse me, sirs.”
“Seskwa, Masser, go check it out.” Commander Brental ordered.
She and Masser moved forward, carbines at the ready for any tricks. The droid was a protocol droid, common all across the galaxy. It was shaped like a human being, with two glowing photoreceptors for eyes. It looked in prime condition, with not s epot of dirt on its entire frame. Pretty unusual for being in the middle of the jungle.
Seskwa already had dirt and grime in more places than she was ready to admit, and this machine looked fresh out of an oil bath!
“What is your designation?” She asked it when she came close enough. She did not point the carbine at it.
“I am Three-Eight-X, human-cyborg relations.” It replied in a pleasant voice.
“What are you doing out here?” She asked, glancing around.
If 38X could have smiled, he would have, “I am here to determine the size and capabilities of the attacking forces and report it to the General.” He said, his voice still even and pleasant.
Massar frowned, “Why would you tell us that?” He asked, confused.
“To see that look on your face.” 38X replied, before jumping up in the air.
Seskwa tracked it with her eyes, and then her carbine. It jumped up, front-flipped over them, and landed behind Massar. Seskwa heard the metallic [/i]shing[/i] of a vibroblade being withdrawn, and she spun to aim her carbine at the droid.
Too late. Massar screamed and Seskwa could see the bloody tip of the vibroblade pointing out of his chest. She turned and raised her blaster, but 38X jumped again, toward Greeper, a Rodian mechanic closer to the AT-TE. Seskwa fired but missed. Greeper went down with a cut across his neck.
Now many blaster bolts were flying, from multiple different sources. The droid went down quickly after that, with several hits across his body.
***
“What?” Logan asked, incredulous.
“Like I said sir, I lost three men to a protocol droid.” Commander Brental reported from the cockpit of his AT-TE, “It moved faster than I have ever seen before. Faster than your Praetorians.”
Logan rubbed his eyes, “How close are you from the enemy position?”
“Three kilometers.”
“Alright. I’m sending you a regiment. Take it and attack from the south. I will divert another force to the east. Once you have broken through, the rest of the army will follow.”
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May 23 2005 8:00pm
Logan ran a hand through his silver hair as he surveyed the topographic map of the battle zone.
The enemy facility was dead center, with two Coalition regiments closing in on it from two different directions. The enemy base was red, as were enemy units. Brennan's regiment was marked in blue, Logan's regiment was marked in green. Both were formed into a long convoy, with armored units in the front, followed by troop transports.
Corporal Dai, his aide and a young and strikingly beautiful woman with close-cropped blonde hair, tapped her headset for a moment before looking up at him, "Sir our point units have engaged the enemy."
Logan stood taller, "Put the report on the holoprojector." He ordered.
A second later, a hologram of a Praetorian Guard soldier appeared over the map Logan had been studying.
"Admiral Logan." His voice sounded calm and even, as if he were ordering dinner, "This is Guardian Krae. The enemy is most certainly droids. They are using MTT transports disgorging old model battle droids. AAT assault tanks, as well as Spider droids and Hailfire tanks. There are even a few droidekas."
Logan shook his head, "This doesn't feel right. Take your squads and destroy their armored units yourself. I will be joining you when you are finished."
The Praetorian pressed both gloved hands to his chest in the odd salute the Praetorian Guard was fond of using, "It will be done, sir." And the hologram fizzled out.
Corporal Dai looked at him, concerned, as did Mahk, "You’re going there?" They both asked in unison.
"I hate being a desk general. Let’s go get our hands dirty, bring me a Samurai."
***
"We have ordered to take out their heavier armor." Krae said to his twenty-strong Praetorian Guard unit, "Are there any objections?"
As usual, there wasn't. Krae smiled.
"Lets go." He said.
They boarded two waiting Samurai gunships and lifted off toward the battle. Krae was able to survey the battle better. The enemy base was in the middle of a clearing in the jungle, but the clearing looked made. The trees had been burnt back a hundred meters from the base perimeter fence to create a kill-zone. That kill zone was where the battle was taking place.
Coalition forces were emerging from the dense jungle. The AT-TE walkers were walking side by side, firing their main weapons into the mass of droid units. Coalition soldiers were organized into fifty-strong units and were attacking alongside the walkers and other smaller vehicles, such as the Chariot LAV vehicle and smaller speeders and even a few old AT-PT personal walkers.
The droid army was exactly as Krae had described it to Logan. Heavily armored MTT transports pushed their way to the front of the battle, some even at point-blank range with the Coalition soldiers and disgorged hundreds of battle droids. The droids organized themselves quickly and charged into the Coalition ranks.
There were two spider droids at the center of the droid army, Krae noticed. He pointed it out to the two gunship pilots, “Takes us right over the left Spider!” He shouted over the din.
The gunship gunned its engines and dove down toward the battle, flying low. Low enough for Krae to see the barrels of the blasters pointed at him. The gunners within the gunship’s turrets fired at will, trying to clear a path through the battle raging around them.
A jolt ran through the ship. This one different from the normal sudden jolts that came with riding into a battle. The jolt was followed by a thunderous explosion.
“We’re hit!” The pilot shouted. Krae stepped up toward the open sides of the gunship and watched in horror as two hailfire droids fired another devastating round of homing missiles at the gunship, two of which hit the underside, killing the gunners in the turret and blowing a hole into the floor.
“Krae!” Someone shouted.
He spun around to see three of his Praetorian Guardsmen missing. He realized that they had been sucked through the gaping hole in the floor, which was also threatening to pull another Praetorian through as well. Krae grabbed his flailing arm and pulled him back up even as the gunship began its long crash landing.
He and the remaining Praetorians grabbed whatever they could find and held on for dear life as the gunship hit the ground with a sickening screeching noise, followed by dirt and ash filling the cabin.
After a moment, the wreck came to a complete stop; Krae was more or less okay, only suffering a few cuts on his torso, with most of the damage absorbed by his armor. But the rest of his squad had not made it through. Krae climbed through the twisted durasteel, and toward the light shining through the top.
He carefully poked his head through the top of the wreck, surveying the battle around him. The gunship had come to a halt in the middle of the droid army, near the intended target of the Spider droid.
The battle droids and AAT tanks around him gave the crash of the gunship only a passing glance while engaging the Coalition troops. Krae prepared himself for the dash toward the Spider droid.
“Uhhnn…sir…”
Krae looked down, into the mass of twisted metal and bodies. One of the Praetorians, the youngest named Mann was alive. Krae moved back down into the gunship, next to Mann.
“Mann, are you alright?” He asked as explosions and blaster fire sounded outside.
Mann looked up at him. The face mask of his helmet had been shattered, and the shards of which had cut the young man’s face. Krae looked down, and saw that Mann was missing the entire lower half of his body, but the kid was still alive.
“I’m fine sir.” Mann replied in a calm and even voice. He didn’t seem to know how badly he was injured, “I’m not going to make it out of this, am I, sir?” Mann asked.
Krae looked at him sadly, “You will be fine. I have to take out that Spider droid, and after I do that, I will come back for you.”
Mann nodded, “Give me my blaster.”
Krae handed Mann his blaster pistol, which was lying nearby. He also handed him a thermal detonator. Mann remained silent as Krae moved back up through the wreck.
The Spider was almost on top of the crashed Gunship now; Krae could see the glowing red optical sensor that searched for targets to destroy with its laser cannon.
He pulled his force-pike from where he had dropped it in the crash, and crouched on top of the wreck. The spider droid was now directly over the gunship.
Krae raised his wrist, which contained a grappling hook, and shot it straight up. The hook wrapped around the barrel of the laser cannon, which was directly next to the optical sensor. As the hook caught, Krae ascended. As he hung there, below the cannon, he was able to see the battle clearly. The Coalition troops were being driven back, mostly by the Spider droids. Several AT-TE’s had fallen, and gunship debris and bodies of Coalition soldiers and droids alike littered the battlefield.
The other spider droid was under heavy assault, by the Coalition soldiers, and by the Praetorians, who were trying to get to the optical sensor. If the sensor was destroyed, the droid would automatically shut itself down. This failsafe was designed so that blind droids would not turn on their own troops.
Battle droids and Droidekas around the spider took notice of him and turned their blasters upward. He looked at the optical sensor, and it turned and looked straight at him.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Krae raised the force pike in what seemed like slow motion.
Something screeched. The Spider could see its own demise coming. For once it shut itself down, the Coalition would set upon it and tear it apart.
A battle droid sniper, hundreds of meters away, took aim.
He threw the pike directly into the center of the optical sensor.
The sniper droid fired. But the bolt did not hit him.
It hit the grapple hook. Krae smiled as he fell at least ten meters. He smiled as both of his legs broke on impact. He smiled as the droid went silent.
He smiled as the battle droids surrounded him.
He smiled as they pulled their triggers.
***
“A survivor.”
Mann heard the cold metallic voice of the two battle droids peering into the hole that he would be entombed in.
He did not speak as another joined the two already looking down at him. He raised his blaster and fired, obliterating the head of one of them. He adjusted his aim for the second one, but the droid fired first, frying his blaster, and his hand.
He did not scream. He was a Praetorian Guardsman.
And Praetorians do not feel fear.
“Orders are to capture as many as possible. Get squad three here now.” The metallic voice said.
Soon, no more than twenty voices could be heard as they began cutting through the Gunship wreck, trying to reach him. He knew that they wanted to interrogate as many Coalition soldiers as possible.
He did not feel fear as he activated the thermal detonator.
But for just once, he believed that those droids did.
He pressed the button and everything went dark.
***
“The two Spider droids leading the enemy charge have been destroyed.” Dai said as Logan stepped off of his Samurai gunship and into the forward command center. Only a hundred meters away, the Coalition AT-TEs could bee seen obliterating the rest of the droid army.
“And the Praetorians?” Logan asked.
“We have lost over half.” Dai reported somberly.
That was bad.
Logan sighed, “Half?”
“It appears that the Praetorians were responsible for the destruction of the two Spider Droids, as well as a third of enemy casualties.” Dai replied, consulting her data pad.
That didn’t make him feel better.
“Also, sir.” Dai continued, “The Praetorians are leading the charge into the enemy base. It has all but fallen.”
Logan nodded, “Good.”
“Commander Foster is reporting massive casualties for the enemy and for his forces. The Shipyards above the planet have been heavily damaged, but the enemy is moving it away, to the other planet Meridius. The rest of their fleet is retreating there as well.”
“Good. I will finish here before joining him.” Logan replied.
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May 26 2005 5:16pm
Desitus Orbit
The bridge of the Sentinel was in tatters. Bulkheads had collapsed, wires were hanging from all directions, chairs used by the crewmembers were strewn about.
Foster reached up and grasped the command console that had been thrown forward during the last turbolaser salvo of the retreating enemy battleship.
The battle had gone according to plan, but with great loss. The Sentinel had faced off against the three Lucrehulk battlecruisers, sustaining heavy damage. Most of the turbolasers had been wiped out, and Foster could only wonder about the gunnery crews assigned to them. They were all probably dead.
He hauled himself up, giving no thought to the fact that his left arm was broken and he had suffered burns over parts of his torso and legs.
"Report!" He bellowed.
There were only a few officers still at their stations. One of them was the sensor operator, the other was vessel operations.
The operations officer reported as he struggled to focus on his concole, "Sixty-percent of our firepower has been destroyed, along with the crews assigned to them. Sheilds are down to twenty percent, and we've sustained hull breaches throughout the ship. More than I can count..."
"Our fleet?"
"We've lost six Defender gunships... and all of our remaining fighters, svae one battered squadron of K-wings."
"Recall them and retreat to a safe orbit around Desitus. Has the enemy completed their withdrawl?" Foster asked.
"Yes sir. Whats left of their fleet is just arriving at Meridius."
"Alright. Lets start repairs, and prepare to receive Admiral Logan's shuttle...
***
“You did well, Commander.” Logan said as he leaned in with a pair of fusion cutters to slice off a piece of jagged metal that was stuck in the side of the communications console.
The entire crew, Logan included, had been conducting repairs on the Sentinel for six hours. Most of Desitus was secured, as the droid enemy confined their operations to their main base, which was now in Coalition hands. Logan had left Brennan in charge of the mop-up operations.
“Whats next for us?” Foster asked as he yanked the metal out.
“We attack Meridius and destroy those scum.” Logan replied matter-of-factly.
Foster stopped what he was doing to turn and stare at Logan, “Sir with respect. That is quite out of the question.”
Logan didn’t look at him, “Not at all. But I do agree we need reinforcements. I have already called for them, as well as for a new brigade of Praetorians, and another… special combat unit. They should get here in three days.”
“Special combat unit?”
Logan smiled.
“You’ll see.”