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morally_cryptic) wrote2006-11-29 11:37 am
morally_cryptic) wrote2006-11-29 11:37 am
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The damn droids were getting smarter.
That thought made him smile, despite himself. Usually, Anakin liked droids, after all and here he was spending most of his time destroying them. Kriffing Separatists. And now their droids were getting smarter.
He stared across the field before them, and at the defenses that lay on the other side behind which he knew those droids were waiting for them to charge headlong into the deadly hail of blasterfire they were certain to lay down as soon as even one trooper headed out there. Anakin hated ground battles and for a moment, he glanced up at the cloudy, foreboding sky and wished he'd been allowed to bring a squadron of fighters in to just strafe the damn base. Or that he'd just gone ahead and done it anyway. But no, the Seps had made their base out of a town, used innocents as living, breathing shields and a strafing run would only kill the ones they were supposed to be saving and made Anakin's and the troopers' jobs a hell of a lot harder. Still, he looked wistfully up at the sky. This whole battle could be over by now...
...but there was no point in wishing for something he couldn't do, so he set his mind to the task at hand. How not to turn this field in front of them into a killing field. Well, not one for his troopers anyway. Briefly, his thoughts turned to Obi-Wan, who was leading a mission on the other side of the planet. This would be easier if the other Jedi was with him, as well. But again, it was only a waste of time to wish for something he couldn't have and once more, Anakin turned his thoughts to the battle at hand as the troops around him waited with the kind of patience one could only get out of a being utterly bred for war.
When Anakin began to smile, the lieutenant beside him asked, his comm unit crackling, "orders, General?"
Anakin's smile broadened and he waved out at the field, "we'll need to draw them out before we all go in there."
The lieutenant nodded, "we can send a detachment of a few-..."
With a curt gesture of his hand, Anakin cut the clone off, "No, I can handle this. You just wait for my signal."
The clones were good, but Anakin was better, and with the Force, he was faster. He could draw them out, draw their fire, and then the clones could move in and blast 'em to bits.
Good plan.
That thought made him smile, despite himself. Usually, Anakin liked droids, after all and here he was spending most of his time destroying them. Kriffing Separatists. And now their droids were getting smarter.
He stared across the field before them, and at the defenses that lay on the other side behind which he knew those droids were waiting for them to charge headlong into the deadly hail of blasterfire they were certain to lay down as soon as even one trooper headed out there. Anakin hated ground battles and for a moment, he glanced up at the cloudy, foreboding sky and wished he'd been allowed to bring a squadron of fighters in to just strafe the damn base. Or that he'd just gone ahead and done it anyway. But no, the Seps had made their base out of a town, used innocents as living, breathing shields and a strafing run would only kill the ones they were supposed to be saving and made Anakin's and the troopers' jobs a hell of a lot harder. Still, he looked wistfully up at the sky. This whole battle could be over by now...
...but there was no point in wishing for something he couldn't do, so he set his mind to the task at hand. How not to turn this field in front of them into a killing field. Well, not one for his troopers anyway. Briefly, his thoughts turned to Obi-Wan, who was leading a mission on the other side of the planet. This would be easier if the other Jedi was with him, as well. But again, it was only a waste of time to wish for something he couldn't have and once more, Anakin turned his thoughts to the battle at hand as the troops around him waited with the kind of patience one could only get out of a being utterly bred for war.
When Anakin began to smile, the lieutenant beside him asked, his comm unit crackling, "orders, General?"
Anakin's smile broadened and he waved out at the field, "we'll need to draw them out before we all go in there."
The lieutenant nodded, "we can send a detachment of a few-..."
With a curt gesture of his hand, Anakin cut the clone off, "No, I can handle this. You just wait for my signal."
The clones were good, but Anakin was better, and with the Force, he was faster. He could draw them out, draw their fire, and then the clones could move in and blast 'em to bits.
Good plan.