A clone hugging close to the door raised his fist and smashed it into the door release. The doors split straight down the middle, it screeched open with a metallic shrill. All of the men sprung straight into the action with screams, the sergeants running behind shrieking orders. A stampede of noise and a sea of blue hue poured out of the door. It was Brake's turn to follow Alpha squad outside. He didn't hesitate to charge through the doors with the rest of the herd.

As his visor adjusted to the lighting outside he assessed his platoon's situation. Curiously they were not under fire. Only then did he see before him as he stood in the doorway. This 'environment' they were in was some sort of urban favela-like maze.

Echo squad, who had charge of the vanguard straight ahead. Had run into a wall. Meanwhile, Bravo and Charlie swung to their respective flanks, it was some sort of long alleyway they were in. Alpha stood huddled around Brake, basically like a human shield.

The 'street' they were in was tight and terrifyingly had basically no cover. The clones tried to mediate this risk by hugging into the walls that packed them together, but it was no replacement for the cover they desperately needed. Especially with the really close walls, the whole platoon was packed like womp rats.

The 'sky' above them was formed of the same black squares and neon lines that inhabited the hall before. The alley ran along in either direction for what seemed like as far as the eye could see. At least he could see some split-off alleys in the distance in both directions. At least they weren't being shot at immediately.

Brake had no map, no intel and absolutely no clue about where the point he had to capture was. This was what he could only imagine Geonosis was like for the fresh officers. Regaining his footing on his train of thought he declared another order. "Echo! Get your men on the rooftops and provide some recon! Try to find that warehouse!" Perhaps he could try to 'cheat' the system and supply himself with an eye in the sky.

The squad gathered themselves together and began to form some sort of clone staircase. They jumped on one another and climbed up and threw their rifles up. For being holograms, they certainly had a weighted feeling about them, it impressed Brake. Within moments they were gone and ran over the rooftops of this favela-hell.

The platoon at the current moment was still far too tightly packed together. "Bravo, take your men down that left direction and recon the split-off passageway" he commanded across.

Like clockwork, the squad stood up and started to move and clear the side passages as they slowly scanned their rifles on the slick grey walls. They walked out of view soon after.

"Charlie, go ahead and do the same but for your respective heading," Brake commanded and once more the troopers moved like clockwork and rushed down the alley in their own direction. He turned to face the First Sergeant "Let's hold up here as the reserve" Brake said as he began to hug the doorway.

"Sir, we have eyes on the warehouse from up here" a voice busted into Brake's ear.

"Roger that Echo, Got eyes on any droids up there?" he instinctively replied.

"Negative Sir" was the reply. If the droids were not in sight, this meant that they no longer had the element of surprise. The droids were laying in wait, in ambush.

A faint noise nuzzled itself inside his head, it sounded like rumbling. But it was inconsistent. His intercom burst to life "We're under fire! It's an ambush! Bravo squad's under fi-" Brake felt his tongue in his throat. If he only heard that last transmission a few moments earlier, he would have moved his men with more caution. The only viable option to avoid this becoming a severe blunder was the oldest trick in the book, counterattack.

"Charlie! Regroup on Bravo's coordinates and counterattack!" Brake shouted, he clicked his intercom to get in touch with Bravo. "Bravo, attempt to withdraw, we're moving to intercept!" He Screamed down the radio. He then turned to the men surrounding him. "Let's move Alpha! Sergeant, take the lead!"

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"Yes sir!" The men rushed down the alleyway, trailing Bravo.

The constant firing continued to move around them as they rushed down the passage which then turned into a maze. Turning left and right down tight corridors following the squad's transponder.

After what felt like a wild chase. They finally found Bravo. Their holographic bodies lay flat on the ground of the tight alley. All of Alpha squad reactively pulled themselves to the walls as tightly as they could, aiming anywhere the droids could pop out from.

In the wild transponder chase, they hadn't noticed the blaster fire had gone silent. There was no droids in sight. No noise could be heard. He was in an untenable situation. "I-" He stuttered "Uerm-" he stammered. Unsure of what to do now, 25% of his forces were already gone in an instant. Just because of a tiny communication delay.

"Sir!" Charlie Squad came rushing around the opposite corner as Alpha Squad flinched in surprise.

Brake didn't move from surprise, he was too busy trying to calculate what 80% of 40 was.

"Orders, Sir?" Charlie asked while his men stood clearly in the open.

"Erm" Brake stammered. He was frozen with inaction.

A sudden blanket of fire unleashed and spewed over the two squads. Now they didn't need to worry about the droids laying in wait, they were clearly ahead of them. Charlie Squad's mass of troops already fell within a moment.

Brake quickly jumped around the corner side passage landing on his chest and dropping his rifle. Meanwhile, the troopers that remained returned fire as effectively as they could. But they were ineffective and mainly pinned down by the hail of blaster bolts.

Different battle plans rushed through Brake's mind as he struggled to get to his knees and find his footing. He knew the droids would soon overcome and outflank them. There was no chance he could win on the defence. It was time to rely on his gut, he let the force take the wheel.

"Blast it!" he groaned, punching the wall beside him. "Echo! Come in!" he pleaded.

"Yes, Sir!" chimed the usual voice. Brake was relieved by the annoying formality.

"Do you have eyes on the warehouse yet?!" Begged Brake.

"Yes Sir!" The monotonous phrase was uttered again.

"Do not engage yet! We're moving to regroup!"

"Ye-" Echo began.

"Shut up and do it!" Brake yelled, almost going rabid.

He clutched his helmet and assessed the surroundings. A few men still remained, Including the Alpha. "Sergeant! Withdraw the men! Follow me!" he declared.

"You heard him! Move it!" The sergeant barked at the troopers. They started to make a hasty retreat covering each other. Brake snatched his rifle from the ground and rushed down the confusing passages. The troopers clambered after him. Almost all of them are confused at the sudden burst of energy. This speed was what was going to win the day. It would cause a breakthrough.

His boots slammed into the ground with every jumping step he took. His jog turned into a sprint. His wrist transponder beeping with every few metres he got closer to the Echo squad. All he could hear was the air rushing past his helmet as he twisted and turned left and right.

His transponder was hollering at this point as Brake emerged into a much more open space. It resembled a courtyard with select pieces of waist-height wall pieces everywhere. On the far side, he could see a large hangar-like door ahead of him. And luckily there were no droids in sight, at least for now.

On the opposite side of the courtyard, Echo squad was abseiling down the walls to meet with Brake and his squad. With a few hand signals, they all sprinted behind the small waist-height walls. Once everyone had slid into place, he pondered for a moment as he counted his men. '80 percent of 40 is' he sat for a moment.

'32! So that means-' he began to count on his fingers 'I can have at least 8 men still in the battle, currently I have-' he began to take a headcount of all of the bewildered clones beside him. '15!' Brake stood up on the spot, almost overly proud of his mathematical ability.

"Alright! The remnants of Alpha squad will open the hangar doors while we cover their approach and blast any droids inside! Let's get set up!" Brake ordered throwing various signals in the air, making almost no sense with the speed and ferocity he did them.

"Move it Alpha squad!" the sergeant cried as the squad hopped over the cover and rushed like hell to the hangar doors.

The remaining troopers planted their rifles on the short walls, including Brake. He would love to take part in the battle now too. Alpha squad soon approached the doors and proceeded to grab the handles on the hangar door and pull with all ferocious might. They groaned as they pulled the shutter back.

Brake dug the stock into his shoulder as tight as he could. Shut his left eye and aimed down sights, he was ready to fire. "Ready yourselves, troopers! This is the final hurdle!" he threw his fist into the air as if to inspire these ghostly soldiers.

As Alpha squad groaned and grumbled, the great hangar door began to budge. It began to open with a fearsome wail.