Star Wars Fanon:FW/Book 1: Death Defiant

Author's Note
'''I consider this book to be a novelette in style of writing, although it technically falls short of that in number of words and might be considered a short story. Enjoy reading, I feel I've come a long way since I last posted work.'''

Excerpt
We entered the armory, and I scanned the room to make sure it was clear. After the other three clones had entered, I turned and shot the control panel; it would buy us a little time.

I looked around the room again and said, “Blast, they must’ve put our Katarn armor somewhere else.”

Another one of the clones spoke up, “Verd ori'shya beskar'gam. A warrior is more than his armor.”

A second clone replied, “But sometimes armor comes in handy, Hett. You know, for keeping you alive.”

The third one spoke up, “I’m happy so long as I’ve got something to kill, and something to kill with, Cap.” He grabbed an E-5 blaster off a rack on the wall, and lined up the sights, aiming at the entrance.

I glanced at the one who had been called Cap, and said, “When the guards enter this room, Mr. Trigger Happy and I will hold them off. You and Hett get to the door and head for the hangar; it’s down the hallway to the right. Once the focus turns to you two, we’ll head to the landing pad and you can pick us up.”

He nodded and turned to the third clone, the one who was aiming his blaster at the door, and said, “Did you get that E'tad?”

The clone nodded and said, “Yup, you guys scram while I get to blow stuff up. Sounds like a good plan.”

We loaded up on extra cells and grenades, and I set up in a good attack position, while Cap and Hett hid behind a pile of crates near the door. I heard blaster shots outside, and then, the chaos came.