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The Clones Return (Chapter 8)
By Vader
The massive fleet of mini-choppers came up right next to the top surface of the clone device. They aimed and fired their missiles, repeatedly arding the machinery as their powerful weapons did well to penetrate the shield. Several patches all over the device exploded in flames. Icebreaker, one of the pilots, started firing to close ahead of him as his missiles exploded on the device directly on the underbelly of his chopper.
"Ice, pull up!" Vito yelled over the speakers. Icebreaker veered his vessel upward to avoid the flames and sparks that danced wildly below him. "You'd better watch it! Yo almost caught fire."
"Got a little cooked, yeah. I'll be more careful next time," Icebreaker replied with affirmation. The rest of the fleet circled around, the pilots wondering why the Flooders hadn't sent out their own aircraft for fighting. Suddenly, the question was answered. As everyone turned back down to head in for a second attack run, several compartments flashed open as dozens of bright, white and blue tracker-torpedoes were fired from within the gloomy bowels of the tower.
"Look out! Tracker missiles at point 0-35!" JohnArnold warned. Already, several of the choppers had gotten just too close to the surface already when the surprising torpedoes were sprung on them. Four of the choppers collided with the speedy torpedoes as the final cries of the pilots were heard over the comm. "Turn the other way!"
Following John's command, everyone else sped away quickly so as not to collide head on with the trackers. Everyone picked up two missiles, gaining in a formation so that everyone could fire at each other's backs to rid their presence of the trackers. Just as they had begun to get rid of the annoying, flashing weapon-fire, more compartments in the towers opened up, spewing out double the amount originally ejected. "Oh great!" Cyros exhaled.
"Head for the Leader's throne room! Maybe if we maneuver well enough, we can get some of these trackers of our backs to crash into the room," Raptor-Rex suggested. Everyone replied positively, recognizing it as a good idea. They headed upward to get close to the throne room when suddenly, from the top of the tower, two double-defender s ejected, aiming with precision at the upcoming mini-choppers and rapid-firing at them. Quickly, all the pilots veered away from the throne room, trackers still racing behind them.
"On second thought, lets skip that idea of your's, eh Raptor-Rex?" Jon said.
"Agreed," Raptor-Rex said blandly. They turned to get back around, hugging the vertical surface of the massive clone device. The pilot steered their craft up and down in a bumpy path, trying to get the trackers that clung behind them to crash into the device. Most everyone succeeded in doing so, except for Vader.
"This is hopeless. They have plenty of those tracker torpedoes and who-knows-what-else waiting for us if we go back to try a destroy it. We should get back to the fleet ASAP. Plan B is more promising," JohnArnold admitted. As much as he wanted to try again, enough pilots had already been lost and he knew it was pointless to only waste further lives when they could not reach their goal of destroying the device.
At JohnArnold's command, everyone headed back for the fleet. "Vader," John called to his friend over the radio, who was still racing around the device behind everyone else to rid himself of the last tracker he had tailing him. "Need help?"
"No, I'll get it off me in just a second. Go ahead back to the fleet, I'll be right behind you," the Admin replied.
"Are you sure, Vader?" a worried Raptor-Rex replied.
"Yes. No more talking, I have something else to focus on right now." Vader switched of his comm as he spun to get the tracker away from him. He looped upward and spun his mini- chopper in a circle, diving straight towards the surface of the device, the tracker right behind him. At the very last moment, he pulled up as the tracker slammed into the side of the towers.
He gave a sigh of relief. He had finally done it. But just as he went to leave two more trackers came flying toward him, followed by another and another and another. Becoming a bit overwhelmed, Vader spiraled backward as sweet flowed from his brow. He dove and shook his craft sideways to make one of the trackers explode against the device. He put his craft in reverse, spinning at lighting speed to take out three more behind him and then spin back to loop around. He now had two more to take care of - and he had to do it and get back to the fleet before he would be chased by any more of the torpedoes that slowed him down.
Just then, as he flew in a strait path, contemplating his next move, the two torpedoes came together, joined and became another, doubling in size, speed, and energy. Vader gasped as the massive double-tracker accelerated to graze the back of his tale, beginning to melt the metal. Just one more fraction-of-a-second, and he'd be .
Just then, Raptor-Rex came speeding forward out of the blue at breakneck speed, zooming straight toward him. He fired straight-forward, hitting the double-tracker, causing it to explode and speeding up and away to get out of Vader's way and allow him to follow him. "Thanks a lot for that one," Vader said over the speaker.
"I'll always do my best to back you up, old friend," Raptor-Rex smiled as the two Admins raced back to the fleet to join other pilots that had already landed there. They sped into the hangar, landing their ships and a hurry and jumping out as AcroIguana and SamFan approached.
"I'm sorry, Acro. But there was no use in an aerial attack," JohnArnold informed him.
"I saw. I know you did your best. I am sure that Plan B will prove to be a more promising way of destroying it," Acro nodded. All the ground troops had raced out to assemble to march forward with Majestic-1 along with them. River and Para arrived just in time, having left Enella in safety with AlanGrant5.
"Are we ready then? Let's begin," Majestic-1 said as he stroked his two mega-machine-guns, expertly crafted from years of experience. Vader, Raptor-Rex, River, Para, and Cyros all drew their personal swords as JohnArnold drew his trusty, trademark s. Time for Plan B, with no time to lose.
The ground troops assembled on the massive battle plain. Hundreds of them had been lined up, their weapons aimed forward, awaiting their opponents, with Majestic-1, Jon, and Rexoraptor in the lead. Everyone was still as the wind whistled past them as a ly silence befell Dan's JP3 Page. On the other end of the battle plan, at the very base of the towering clone device, extremely huge, metal double doors opened with a loud creak an bang. Behind, blackness was revealed.
And then, as all watched, hundreds of troops came marching out, their in sync footsteps echoing throughout the plain of green grass. The Clones clad in red armor moved forward. The marching went on for minutes, as more and more troops poured out, each clone having his own single purpose - to destroy the United Legislatures' troops. Finally, the good stood, facing the evil, each side preparing for war. Majestic-1 held his huge guuns high in the air. "Charge!" he yelled as all of the United Legislature's troops ran forward. The Clones did the same. Both groops ran across as a rumble rolled throughout the ground.
Both group collided with each other head on a loud clang. The mixture of screams, bullet- fire, metal scraping, armor ing, and footsteps pounding arose, serving a giant sound mixture, as if crying out to confirm that war had begun.
On the side of the clone device, on the backside of the tall bluff, Raptor-Rex, Vader, JohnArnold, River, Para, and Cyros ran as fast as they could, their weapons in defense position. They proceeded to the top of the bluff, to the smallest, the most seemingly insignificant entrance into the clone device, covered with a grey haze by the shadow of the tall machinery that stood above them. All together, the Admins tore into the door with their swords, quickly breaking through.
Almost immediately after they did so, they ran down the hallway to head for the core of the device, only to be met by something they hadn't expected - hunters were leading clones forward to meet them. It was an ambush. "Ahead!" Raptor-Rex warned. The Admins all formed a defensive circle so as to cover each other's backs to both attack and deflect their oncoming attackers.
Out of all the red armor of the clones, the blue, silver, and purple armor of the hunters, one man stood out in the forefront - with battered green armor with touches of maroon and grey in places. It was none other than the right hand man of the Leader of the Flooders - River instantly recognized him as Jedrek Div. As the Admins searched for a way to escape, the Flooders advanced very quickly.
"This is it! Give up!" Jedrek called out in a raspy voice. It seemed that they had been beaten, it was true. But the Flooders didn't realize there was one other means of escape. Quickly, JohnArnold fired his strait upward, tearing into the air duct above them. The Admins started to jump upward to escape into the duct, but at realizing this, the Flooders open fired. Everyone got into the duct - except for Para, who'd been grazed at her leg by a bullet. She fell to the ground as Jedrek Div moved in. The clones fired upward into the air duct, but the Admins had already crawled down the duct far enough to avoid the fire. As the fire died down, they could hear the voices of the Flooders.
"The Leader commands she began to the throne room," came the voices, which began to die down.
"I have to go back and get Para! You keep on going so you can reach the core. We'll meet up with you there!" River said with determination and worry of his wife.
"River, we should not split up. Let's all go rescue her," Raptor-Rex began.
"No! The destruction of the device will only be delayed further! Go and hurry while we still have time!" River didn't any longer to talk. He raced back down the vent.
There was one other thing he hadn't told his comrades as to why he wanted to separate. Of course he knew that they had to hurry to reach the core, and of course he longed to rescue River. But he wanted to do one more thing, one thing that he knew Vader as well as everyone else would disapprove of. Even though he knew all too well that rage was not something to be embraced, he had to do it, for his feelings of loathing were incredibly strong. He had have his own revenge on the Leader of the Flooders, face-to-face, one last time . . .
2/21/2002 8:37:19 PM
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