Star Wars: The Yuuzhan Vong/ Chapter 4: Good, Bad and Ugly

All four of the clones watched as their longtime comrade disappeared from their vision. “There was nothing you could’ve done, Rex,” Carg consoled.

Rex first went over to Carg to release him. “Maybe. But I should’ve tried,” His tone of voice sounded relevant to Vader’s - deep and brooding. “Ganch? Colly? Where have you been for all this time?”

“Let’s just say I ‘took care’ of the situation I was in,” Colly implied, winking.

“Oh jeez,” Carg shook his head and rubbed his eyes, having an idea on what he was talking about.

“Not entirely sure what that meant, but okay. What about you Ganch?” Rex asked, still looking out for Rahr.

“After the Great Jedi Purge, some of my boys and I decided to go into hiding. We were discovered by the Vong in the Outer Rim Territories a few years back. They killed all my boys and left me for their ‘trial’,” Ganch replied in a rather distinct, low clone trooper voice.

“I’m sorry,” Carg emphasized. Ganch nodded. Ganch consisted of phase two ARC trooper gear with red markings all over and a strap that went around his back to his chest to hold a DC-17 pistol.

Colly was a standard BARC trooper, similar to Neyo. On his helmet, he marked tally marks to indicate victories. He also drew a small smiley face on a part of his helmet. “I think we should skurt before that beast comes for us,” Colly said, pointing at the menacing Shimrra Jamaane who was standing ever so tall meters away from the former rebels.

Ganch moved forward, pushing Colly out of his way. “You boys get outta here. I’ll deal with this ferocious slob.” Jamaane charged at the shooting Ganch and jerked his whole arm backwards and smacked Ganch. He went flying back from the amount of strength Jamaane had. They all opened fire, but only did so much damage.

Frustrated with both Rex and himself, Ponds threw a can of Blue Bantha and it left a decently sized crack on his computer screen with oozing liquid blueness dripping down. Then a lightbulb popped on the top of his head. He grabbed his DC-17 pistol, only one. He advanced his way to the detention center. Ponds soon met eye-to-eye with the infamous Aurra Sing. She looked as if she were on drugs, even more pale than ever. “It’s time to tie up loose ends,” Ponds grunted.

“Oh is it?” Aurra replied. “Hon, I haven’t seen you in years and this is the way we reunite? How… expected.”

“You’re done, Sing. I’m done.”

Then an old voice chimed in. “Finally, the sympathetic clone grew a pair. She’s all yours, Pondsy-Boy,” Scrape said.

“You’re gonna shoot an unarmed prisoner?” Two-Gun, who was in the cell above Aurra also chimed in. “Shut up!” Scrape yelled from his downstairs cell.

Ponds was about to pull the trigger until an alarm went off and all the lights that were already activated turned to the color red. Ponds holstered his pistol, angrily and sprinted to the main control room leaving the bounty hunter smirking and shaking her head. “What’s going on, Solo?”

“We got us some clones,” Solo replied.