Chapter 2

WORK

" Switch to formation Black shield, have droid squadron 3 and 6 focus right here. " A droid said as he pointed his hand towards a section of the map.

" Roger Roger. " another responded before contacting droid forces in the field to begin enacting the changes.

" Get me a scan and update the holographic map. How are our space forces doing? " The droid asked once more as be raised his right hand and stroked his beak....

" Our forces have achieved complete domination of space and aerial surroundings. Resistance are at minimal. " Another droid responded.

" Good, Order Commander 02 to match upon his designated city using formation 10×10, close ranks. " he gave out orders as he then switched to another part of the map.

" Move tanks battalion 6-10 right.....here. Tell them to establish a defensive position and begin shelling anything that moves and is not our own. " he said giving out more orders.

" Uh....Sir. " A new B1 droid appeared on a Hologram, he looked around in confusion awaiting to deliver his report.

" Report!"

" We have taken designated city 08, our forces are victorious. " It said in response.

" ...Order commander 08 to deliver half of his forces to Commander 10. B1's only along with all his air support. " The droid in command said in response.

" Roger Roger. " it responded before exiting the comms.

" Sir. " A droid in the command deck said aloud

" Yes?"

" The governor of this planet wishes to speak with you. " it said.

" Put him on. " the droid Commander said in response as he stopped stroking his beak.

A hologram activated, it's blue light sizzling and cracking before the figure of a human appeared in it's sights. Periodically, hitching for a while before becoming stable.

" I....want the attacks to stop, the republic will never allow this to go unanswered. " he said, voice cracking and echoing before the hologram stabilized.

It was a man, late 50s most life's. A big stomach and chubby cheeks, around him were his advisors. Mostly slim but dressed very well.

" This war is between us and the Pragtorians. The Confederacy has no say here!. " He said in anger as beads of sweat poured down his face.

The commanding droid stayed silent for a while before speaking. Tilting it's head slightly to the right as it spoke.

" Do you wish to surrender or not?"

The organics were flabbergasted, it was like their words had not reached into the droids processor.

" How dare you!" One of the advisors said in outrage, from his uniform you could tell he was in the military and seeing where he was and the medals over his uniform.

A high ranking general most likely, his seemed angry as did all the others around him....perhaps they felt insulted.

" I demand to speak with the real commander of the attacking droid forces here, not some faulty expendable droid. " He began, spit traveling from the bowels of his mouth into the air they inhaled.

" Or better yet, contact the pragtorians and let us settle this between us. I will not-" he continued before being cut of by the B1 battle droid.

" You will not what?...believe your outdated and stupid tactics was outdone by a mere expandable droid whom bore the same faces as the thousands that are ready to begin matching on your capital.

" I do not have tike for your foolishness, The Confederacy dispatched this fleet with an organic commander. Their ranks are in disarray same as the republic, forget getting help....you won't even have the time to breath when I begin."

" This was an act of formality that I simply wished to perform and you have spat on it. I have seen enough, be ready for my forces to attack in 3 days." The droid commander said before cutting the coms.

****

" What are we to do ? " a voice in distress said aloud, fear in it as it quivered.

" We must contact the republic, they will come to our aid....we...we provide them huge amounts of raw resources. " The governor said, he was confused....a handkerchief in hand as he wiped the increasing beads of sweat on his face.

" We must hold them off General, I don't care what you do. Hold them off until the Republic can help. " He said, looking at His old general, madness and fear overtaking his thought process.

" Our...our gold....our peoples riches must be protected. Lock the vault.!" He screamed his voice out, carrying his body across the room.

" Lock the Vault, protect my money.....I want this place protected...as long as am alive we will not lose this battle. " The governor continued as he walked away, his advisors following behind.

" Yes....Governor. " The general said in response, he wondered what his former lord had done wrong to bring this fool into power....it was because of his that they began to lose against the Pragtorians.

Boom! Boom!

The sounds of bombs clashing against solid objects and detonating filled the palace. Buildings crumbled and the ground shook, the sky was filled with the fighters of the confederac. Bombs rained down in glorious fashion.

" General, we...we're under attack, massive droid forces are converging on our position. " A soldier said as he rushed into the room, quivering in fear. There was blood remnants on his body as he saluted his general.

" No, he said he was going to attack.....we're not ready. Deploy our fighters and stop those bombers, have the militia push back those droids. " He issued out commands in a hurry.

" General...!" Another soldier came in rushing, panting and out of breath.

" We've spotted dozens of seperatist tanks coming from our backs, but they've stopped and seem to be doing nothing. " The soldier reported.

" Nothing....this is....our chance. Get me all the officers and get the riders quickly, we must stop the attacks!. " he said , voice strained and weak.

Without waiting, he ran without stop. He couldn't let this city fall, he could threaten those tanks and even destroy some. It might make that droid fall back.

After all, the Confederacy were cheap scum. Those tanks must have cost a fortune.

So he prepared his riders and rode out with them, instructing his staff to hold the enemy back whilst he created some breathing space for them.

With a war cry, they charged out of the gate knowing many would not Come back. But their resolve was never stronger, it was death or victory.

****

" Sir, we've spotted enemy riders heading for our tanks. Should we begin?" A droid said over the com as it reported.

" Typical, activate siege mode and wipe them out. Divert bomber squadron 2, 5 and 6 and tell them to offload their payload unto those riders unto said otherwise. "

" Roger Roger " the droid said in response.

" How are our advances on the city?" He asked.

" We'll take the city in 3 hours Sir. " Another droid responded to him.

" Spread out our forces, make it seem big and large and order everybody to advance and destroy anything in their way. " he said, giving out more orders.

He was dissapointed to be truthful, this particular foe had managed to inflict minimal damage upon his forces. He hadn't even deployed up to a quarter of what he had.

They mainly waited for the republic to act, idiots. The republic was busy contending far more important points in the war, plus there's a good distraction set aside for them.

By the time their done with those distractions. He will be done and ready to meet them with full force. At his current rate, he might be able to even push the republic completely out of this sector and defend it.