13.2

Designation: CT-1753

Rank: Sergeant

Nickname: Preacher

 

Blasted audio log was ruined in the ruins, go figure.

 

The Banking Clan launched a large force of Lancer droids to attack our artillery, and all squads were recalled to meet them on the field.

 

My squad and I mounted our speeders, and joined with the rest of the 253rd. I could see the Lancer droids on the horizon of the fields, when I received a transmission from inside the city.

 

"Can anyone here us? We're pinned down and need fire support! We need support!"

 

I diverted into the depths of the city, heading closer and closer to the distress call. I slowed down when I saw another clone wave me down.

 

"They're in there sir! How are you going to get them out?"

 

I revved the engine on my bike, and sped towards them.

 

"Sir, you'll never make it! The gap's too small!"

 

It was the only chance I had.

 

The left vane of my speeder slammed into the pillar as I jumped, tearing it from the rest of the speeder. As the destroyed speeder flew straight into a droid standing just inside the pillars, I turned myself in the air and pulled out my pistol, blasting another droid about to execute the only trooper in my sight. I landed hard on my back, a fall that surely would've dislocated my arm, if I still had it. Thankfully, cybernetics are a bit tougher.

 

I stood up, firing at the oncoming group of droids.

 

"Get out of here! NOW!" I shouted at the trooper, who scampered out between the pillars.

 

Now it was just me, and these kriffing droids.

 

/fin/

 

I remembered to make the base a square this time :D

Done