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"Thanks, man" Said 233.

"We owe you one. Im Gamma 204." Said Gamma.

He took off his mask and took some of his pills.

Hearing the jet trooper rocket away Epsilon 613 put his full concintration on the scope infront of him. Slower bringing a droind into his sights, he applied pressure to the tigure and watched as the droid fell over backwards, a hole in the middle of its chest. Letting a smile cross his face, 613 quickly set his sights on the next droid. This was it, this was what he had been trained for, no quarter, no passion, just pure, simple killing. Allthough he was told passion was a bad trait for a marksman, 613 couldn't help but enjoy what he did. Pulling the trigure again, an other droid went down.

Theta 231 was becoming more and more cautious, as he began using more and more evasion tactics heading due north towards the main front.

"PILOT! LAND IN THAT ASSEMBLY AREA!" The commanding officer shouted from behind.

"Yes SIR!" Theta 251 shouted back.

"ARE YOU NUTS? YOU'RE TRYING TO GET ME KILLED!" 231 shouted back, as he landed, and felt most of the passengers jump out, heading for the front lines of battle.

"To the forward command center, take me." 231 pulled up faster than normal, hurrying to get away. He was rushing because... well... droids had guns... and there were lots of droids.

"Are you sure this bucket of bolts is safe?" 231 finally said, as the whump-phumping of the engine sped up, then slowed down, as the LAAT began dodging fire. The forward command center was a small distance away, but fire was coming from everywhere... or at least to 231.

He landed, and felt the final passenger get off, and took off just as rapidly as he landed, gaining altitude.

Zeta 006 ran quickly through a mix of scrapped droids and bloody bodies to a Jedi that lay unconscious on the ground with a leg missing. He squated next to the quivering and whimpering being, a quarren that wore a brown robe over a light blue tunic. He recalled what he'd learned about the anatomy of alien species and brought the information to bear, specifically the correct and safe number of milliliters of anesthetic to give to the Jedi. He pulled a seringe from his belt and let its container clank against his thin armor as he took a small vial and filled the seringe to the desired level. He lay a calming hand on the quarren's shoulder and injected it into her arm.

The Jedi went limp and Zeta went to work on its leg. He pulled some bandages and synthskin from a large pouch on his hip and drew surgical scissors from another compartment on his leg. He snipped the loose remains of the quarren's leg muscles off and bandaged the remaining stump. When he was satisfied with the result, Zetareplaced his tools, slung the Jedi over his shoulder, and ran over to a lingering LAAT.

"Alright trooper, we're taking you to the front lines now. You're needed there." The Jedi who spoke came forward and took his comrade from Zeta's shoulder, then offered Zeta his free hand.

Zeta took the proffered hand and pulled himself onto the vessel. "Yes, sir." He took off his helmet, wiped his brow, and went to the back of the troop hold to replenish his medical supplies.

The LAAT lifted off and sped towards the larger battle outside the colluseum.

Omega tryed to make the Stap go faster but...."

" Crap! There are to many.....We will have to get out of here befor the cross fire starts. Man...... I FEEL SO ALIVE!!! "

Pulling up they caught air off a rock and flew over a walker.

" Hey.... Take over." Omega moved Gamma into the drivers seat and jumped. He fell and landed hand on the hull.

" Hurmmm!"

He got up and looked around. He found the hatch and knelt down. He knocked in code that he was a trooper. A captin inside took out a blaster and slowly opened the hatch. When he saw it really was a trooper he let him in.

" What the sith you doing?" The captin said putting his blaster away.

" Sir. My company was downed...pilot lost contole. All died. I made it. I need a bigger gun." He looked at his heavy blaster and then to a large mounted baster on the wall.

Delta felt the tranport rock as shot hit it. He looked at the ground.

" ........Thats a far.....AHHHHH"

The transport felt wing blew and sent Delta flying.

" No....NOOOOOO!!! UHHH!"

A jedi jumped and.....softend his fall. The two tumbled and the jedi got up and ran off.

Getting up slow after the blast fire around him stopped.

" Hrmm...now i know why they fear the Jedi...that was one good...WHOA!!"

A walker was coming right at him. the pilot inside was yelling at him. Delta moved and climmed up to the top. He tapped the hatch.

((how do you just manage to open a hatch?))

Sigma hovered still, he had a good thirty seconds of jet left before the batteries had to recharge. Aiming the EMP, he struggled to find a way to shoot it without harming any Jedi. The EMP itself wouldn't do anything, but the explosion sure would. Aiming ever so closely, Sigma suddenly had an epiphany. Aiming inside the blast doors the droids were pumping out of, he kept a steady hand and shot. Hopefully, the missile would disable the machinery within, ceasing at least some of the droid production.

Delta climmed in and looked around. Seeing the captin reported.

" Delta. 34 line. Ship shot down and need new assignment."