The black clad PK trooper monitored his twenty-three fellows as they continued to dig in. Left in charge, the clone sergeant had given up watching his radar monitor every second due to the lack of any threatening movements from the barely readable contacts that had been out there. For the most part he’d been concentrating on preparing a working defense.
This damn jungle is playing hell with this thing’s range he griped to himself. Normally it would be able to cover a much larger field of…
“CONTACT!†he shouted. “12 O’clock!â€Â
The squad instantly dropped their tools and dove into their still shallow trench work, weapons beaded on the jungle ahead. The X86 gunner trained his weapon from one cover-spot to the next waiting for some movement.
The trooper in commend alternated his gaze back and forth from the sensor display to the treeline ahead of him. The threats on the radar display had grown dangerously clear, and were less then 100 meters ahead just out of site in the jungle ahead, and they were getting steadily closer.
The sergeant switched to his long-range comlink. “Commander Griffin, come in.†Static was the only response. “Commander Griffin, we have enemy contact as LZ Alpha, comeâ€Â
*CRACK*
The clone sergeant felt no pain, but a hard punch in the back sent him forward more then a step, leaving him frozen in place. From the corner of his photo-receptor’s left filed of vision, he could see a translucent shape lift, then form into a armored fist and blaster.
* * *
Ralin thrust his wrist blades into the sergeant’s back with all his might. The crack of the trooper’s lower back plate, and spine, was very audible. At the same second, Ralin disengaged his cloaking devise and raised his left pistol at the heavy blaster’s gunner.
“Looking for us?†he asked as he squeezed the trigger. The gunner took a direct hit to the side of his helmet before he could fully turn.
As the commander Ralin had stabbed fell, the other four Mando’s who’d also had sensor dampenors opened fire. A few of the PK troopers jumped up, only to be gunned down by snipers in the treeline.
Ralin blasted a pair of troopers who tried to rush him, and picked off another. Putting his boot into the fallen sergeant’s back as his team finished the last of the PKs, Ralin pulled his wrist blades free, cracking the black plastoid and a couple ribs as the jagged blades were extracted.
“That was too easy†Cabur said. “They’re no match for us on the groundâ€Â
“Don’t get cocky†said Ralin as his blades snapped back into his gauntlet with a *shing.* “Destroy everything. And do it quickly in case they had friends nearby.â€Â
Cabur and a couple of the others nodded, turning their blasters, flamethrowers, grenades, and other weapons on the assorted gear left by the invaders. Soon all the sensor and command post equipment was in ruins.
With a wave of his hand, Ralin led his team back into the jungle to friendly lines...