Liberation/Act 1

It was blinding, like being caught in the exhaust port of a freighter. Trigg now had to rely on the sensors within his heads up display to determine where exactly they were firing. Blaster fire was everywhere, in all directions, and a part of him wondered if this would be his end. No, not now, he thought to himself; those thoughts would get you killed on the battlefield.

Zay was ahead, Trigg guessed two meters or so. In the thick fog blanketing them, the glow of his blue lighstaber was the only thing keeping him from running into a rock or into a completely new direction. He could see it, out of the corner of his helmet, the fatigue and strain on Zay's face. He would overexert himself if he weren't careful, but perhaps it was what the needed. Kolar would join them in time, though if they did not clear the pass quickly all would perish, and that was a defeat Trigg would not accept. If they went down, it would be to their last ounce of strength for the glory of the Republic. He pressed on while taking note of his Jedi Commander.

Galek Squad had branched out into a firing line, spaced out perhaps ten feet from one another. It was plenty of room to cover the advance, but one lost life would isolate the others. It would have to be a necessary sacrifice for now, and as much as Trigg would have liked to say something heroic, it was their duty. "Were getting closer sir," Jaing's voice called out over the comms as Trigg snapped out of his intense focus on the enemy.

"We need to keep pushing!" Zay shouted.

A few red blaster bolts whizzed past Trigg's chest and head as he pivoted his torso to the left and out of the way. "Keep the formation loose men!"

Flade was getting a kick out of the situation, despite how irritating it would have been for the others. "Commander, we won't last that much longer. Sooner or later they'll calculate our where we're firing from."

"Just keep them suppressed so the General can evacuate the walkers!"

Zay twisted his blade in his hands, creating a shield of blue light as he deflected stray bolts across back to where they had originated from. It was at this moment Trigg noticed the fog dissipating ahead of them, blocked by a series of large rocks which had creating small paths by which to exit the pass. It had seemed the droids did not expect them to get this far, as Trigg had noticed signs of blaster damage on some of the rocks. ''Tried to block us off. Sloppy,'' he said with some relief. At least he knew they were panicking.

"Commander Arlenn!," Trigg shouted.

Zay did not turn his head, continuing to lash out and pivot his saber to block shots from spaces in between the rocks. "Trigg, straight ahead. Keep your heads-"

Zay was cut short as a metal figure landed in front of him and with a spin unlike anything Trigg had witnessed, sent a foot straight into Zay's chest which sent him sprawling back many feet. The foe landing on it's feet without much effort in a crouched, almost cat like stance. Taking note of the blaster held in it's hand, Trigg prepared to fire when he noticed the figure tilt as blue blasters passed beside it. Vegire stood many feet away, having fired the shoots. What in the galaxy type of droid is this, Trigg said to himself.

Within seconds, the metal figure much in the shape of a battle droid twisted up like a coiled snake, and two red blaster bolts shot from it's gun. Trigg watched in horror as they connected with Vegire, the first into his chest, and the second through his shoulder. He fell back motionless. Fury rushed through Trigg's body as he jumped forward into the droid.

It turned a copper-colored head towards the commander as he landed on it, pinning it the ground. It mumbled something unrecognizable to Basic as it kicked Trigg away. Within seconds, Trigg had rolled over just in time to witness the droid bring a blade down into the dirt. A blue light proceeded to come over the droid, and fell down to severe the arms of the droid from it's body. Trigg responded quickly, and within the same amount of time he pulled his DC-17 blaster pistol up and sent two shots clean through the droid's head, sending it's metal carcass to the dirt a few feet back.