Star Wars: Civil War/ Chapter 8: A Battle Among Them

A decent amount of rebel trooper came barging in, bringing explosions. Rex somersaulted to cover and rapidly fired his weapons at the enemy. “You’re dead, Wesson. How did they find me? Did you swallow a freakin’ tracking device?” Scrape used all of his might to pick up Wesson only to throw him back down onto the metal floor. Wesson just smirked. He received another kick for that.

“Hey, Scrape,” a voice said behind him.

“Let’s play ball. You catch,” Rex teased as he threw a stun grenade at him.

Scrape immediately caught and threw it into the air right before it went off. Captain Boone raced over to Solo and gave him his blaster. They nodded at each other and commenced to return fire. Lieutenant Bly was sniping from a high voltage, narrow platform. Scrape took notice of this. He found a dead First Order stormtrooper and stole his gun. Squinting his eyes, the major locked on target and blasted at Bly until he saw his body fall down from the platform. Rex rushed over to Bly’s corpse. “We need a medic!” Boone hustled over to Rex. “Where’s the medic?” Rex shouted in question.

“In the corner over there, rotting. The next closest thing we have to a medic is Leland and he’s pretty occupied,” Boone replied, dodging a blast.

“Well, help him, dammit!” Rex provided cover fire for Boone whilst he raced over to assist Sergeant Leland, who was trapped in another corner. Chewbacca helped as well, picking up a stormtrooper and threw him to knock down the rest. Boone then shot the remaining ones dead.

“Leland, get over there and help Bly!” Boone commanded. “Yes, sir!” Leland replied. Leland approached the body of Bly and checked his pulse, first.

“Nothing, Rex.”

“Dammit, we can’t lose him,” Rex slammed the ground.

Before the squadron knew it, they were surrounded by First Order stormtroopers, with Scrape leading the charge. Rex, Boone, Han, Chewy, Leland, Rahr and Wesson were the only ones left from that squad that were still breathing.

“So, this is how it all ends, huh? If it is, then screw you for lasting this long. Let’s see whose brains shall I blow out first? Hmm. Rahr?” Scrape taunted.

“Ah, what?” Patrick said immediately out of his short trance.

“Nah, too stupid. Rexy-boy. You’ve cheated death all throughout the Clone War. But not this time. Not today,” Scrape readied his arm to windup for extra velocity before throwing Han’s axe. Rex closed his eyes and waited, standing straight and tall.