My Way

Using their thrusters and propulsion backpacks, the clones set out almost immediately. Such a huge movement would be impossible to hide, and Dageer was sure that the clanckers and the Separatist would be waiting for them.

It was with that in mind that Dageer thought that maybe the insubordination of Yos Tivos was for the best. But the general was disobeying his king, and that was unacceptable for Dageer.

When Dageer and the 303rd got on their way, the mon calamari army was still trying to organize themselves. The SCUBA Troopers were either setting out or already on their way. When Dageer stopped one of them, he discovered that Monnk and Kit Fisto had gone ahead.

"Cell, are you there?"

"Yes sir."

"Where are you now? Did you catch up to General Fisto and Commander Monnk?"

"Sir, Commander Monnk is with us, but General Fisto just stormed past us."

"Dageer! Hurry up and get your men over here! Our scouts already reported that the Separatist are mobilizing. And we still have no clue on Yos Tivos."

Monnk cut into the conversation, and Dageer had to hurry his troops. One of the advantages of the ocean was that they didn't have to take any detours, just a straight line. Not much later they caught up to Monnk, Cell, Dab and the other advanced units.

They were pretty close to the Separatist base, so they were forced to stop, or they would have a head-on confront. Dageer swam closer to Monnk, but he didn't see any jedi or mon calamari general with him.

"Commander, what happened?"

"Many things and nothing. General Fisto ordered us to stay here and went to see the Separatist base. He is Nautolan, so he is much more agile in the water."

"And what about Yos Tivos? And the Separatist?"

"They are starting to move, but it doesn't seem like they know we found them. Nossor Ri is still having his banquet. The bad news is that we still haven't found Yos Tivos."

"He has to be somewhere down there if he wants to blow up those rocks. I am going there."

"Wait! Dageer, you can't. General Fisto gave specific orders to..."

"Monnk. I am going there. You have to stay here, you have your orders. General Fisto is your general, not mine. I respect him as much as I do with any superior, but I have my away of following orders. Look, Monnk, he said that we have to stop Yos Tivos from blowing this. I don't agree on that, and I know you don't agree on that. So at least let me stop them my way. Jedis are good, but maybe just one isn't good enough for that."

"Dageer, you... Just go. But I hope you are right, otherwise you won't be sub-commander for too long."

"Hell Squad, on me!"

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All kinds of creatures dwindled on the rocks at the bottom of Mon Cala, some beautiful, some weird and some dangerous. Amongst them was a group of seven clones, armed to the teeth.

Hell Squad was having an easy time so far. No enemy patrols had appeared, but they still hadn't found any of their objectives. For some reason, General Fisto wasn't responding, so they had to search for him manually.

"Sir, I got something over here."

Tech was using a sensor to see if he could find anything, and he finally got a response. A small heat signal, stronger than that of fishes showed up.

They followed the signal, and after a small search found an FF-6 bomb strapped under a boulder. Tech carefully disarmed it, and put it on his backpack. They were on the right trail, and soon found another one. But still, no sign of either Kit Fisto or Yos Tivos.

All of sudden an enemy patrol appeared in their line of sight. It was too unexpected, but they took quick care of it. Not too much later the bottom of the ocean had five new decorations.

"Cell, I want eyes on that enemy base. Dab, follow him from a distance, help each other if you get in trouble. Hell Squad, let's advance. We are out of time for anything too careful. Our priority is securing General Fisto. We can deal with the bombs later."

Five minutes after Cell and Dab went scouting, Dab contacted Dageer.

"Sir, we got something here. Cell is going ahead and... Dang! Sir, we need some help here!"

"Dab, what happened?"

"It will be better for you to see for yourself, sir."

They advanced quickly, but what greeted them was out of their expectations. On one side was Kit Fisto, with his lightsaber turned on, and Cell. Dab was a little more far away, his sniper ready. On the other side were ten or so mon calamarians, including Yos Tivos. Both sides were facing each other, blasters ready to go.

The arrival of Hell Squad evened the equation. Dageer asked what was happening to Kit Fisto quietly.

"I caught them strapping more bombs, but I was the one captured. What are you doing here?"

"Saving you, general."

"Ohhh!"

"What are yooou talking?! Jedi!"

Yos Tivos, on the other side, got afraid that they were making plans, and interrupted them.

"Jedi, we are ooon the same side! There is nooo reasooon fooor yooou tooo stooop me! I can win this battle!"

"Not that way, general. Leave those bombs and return. We can't have an internal conflict when we are about to enter a battle. The mon calamarians need to see that you, the king and the Republic are on the same side!"