Recalling The Order (Galaar)

[Revenchent]

"Comic, ner'vod, up and at it." the Sergeant rushed forward and hauled the gray armored Commando up on his feet. Comic gave a thankful nod. "Evening 'gents. I thought I'd go on a tour while I had the chance. Turns out, Jedi don't like it when you piss on their lawn." The demolitions specialist trailed his fingers across the nearest wall. "So, boss, we banging out? I'm ready to move...and...sorry about Jain, Ga'ika. He was a good guy."

"Yes, we're going. I think the whitejobs have this handled...ready, Galaar?" Calico cut in before Galaar could say anything, setting his rifle to its normal setting. The Captain and his men were already charging down another tunnel; happy to continue doing their duty, eager to please. The Commandos knew how pointless this all was though. The war had been over, and then this happened.

The Sergeant started off on a brisk pace for the catacomb exit. If Galaar wanted to stay and slot more Jedi to make himself feel better, he could, but no in the catacombs. The three emerged at the back entrance of the Temple, where things had temporarily died down. It would no doubt be locked down once the temple was secure. Calico motioned toward an abandoned speeder, an old junker with faded green paint and four seats. It would do.

"Your call, Galaar."

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar followed Calico out and into the night air at the back entrance the the temple. As soon as they were out, he was presented with a choice to go back and serve whatever his the Whitejobs had become or to go with his brothers. He had to choose between family and revenge. The Clone fell silent for a moment, resting one hand against his helmet. His head was pounding it felt like he a Dug jumping around in his brain trying to eat it. Would Jain want me to do that...? No... He'd want me to go with them. He always said I earned my freedom.

He climbed into the passenger seat and removed his helmet. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked pale, sick. "Jain would want me to get out, Ca'ika."

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Revenchent]

"Alright, we go." Calico plopped down in the back seat, letting Comic take the wheel as he had been the one to break into the thing. "I uh...this is for real, right? What about Skirata and his guys?"

Calico didn't have the moment to answer. He was busy applying bacta to the gash in his midriff. Now that the adrenaline was beginning to wear off, he really felt it. That coupled with the complete and utter sense of failure thudding in his chest didn't help. Unlike the other two, he kept his helmet on; in order to keep in contact with Jackpot and Visri. They had a transport waiting, Visri just had to run and grab her credit stache--their escape money. Calico would escort her on that.

The speeder set down two levels below, away from the smoke, screams, and fire. Down here, it was business as usual. Visri's apartment was on of the nicer complexes, with Jackpot awaiting in a rather large freighter just a four minute walk away at the public spaceport. The shapely Chiss had her arms crossed across her chest, her black hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. Her sharp features were compressed into a worried frown.

"Wife-to-be looks a little anxious. You alright, ner'vod?" He clearly spoke to Galaar. "Need a minute before we go?"

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

"No, Ca'ika. I need to keep moving. Lets get off this slag." Galaar had at least taken one object to remind him of Jain. The green-bladed lightsaber. He looked it over for a couple seconds before climbing out and looking towards Comic. "This is as real as it gets ner'vod. Thanks by the way..."

The adrenaline rush was slowly leaving his system and it left in its wake exhaustion and pain. A few seconds out of the speeder, he quickly yanked his helmet off and vomited. Not a very sightly scene, especially for Visiri. It was needed though, his nerves were so on edge that if he held it in it may have just came up later at the worst time humanly possible. He quickly refocused himself and looked at the assembled companions before his gaze fell on Calico.

"You want me with you and Visri? Or with Jackpot?"

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Revenchent]

"With me ner'vod. Comic, get the freighter loaded." Calico held onto his side as he slipped out of the speeder. Jackpot was waiting in the freighter. Comic took off to help him get everything set. Visri collided into Calico, burying her head against his bloodied chestplate. She was easily a head shorter.

You three had me very, very worried. She chided, her old Imperial accent brimming. The Chiss woman rose on her tip-toes and removed Calico's helmet, pressing into a rather embarrassing kiss--considering Galaar's situation. She seemed to get the message as Calico shot a quick look over at Galaar.

"We're ready to go...c'mon Ga'ika. Cyar'ika, just stay close. The streets aren't safe."

I'm not very safe either.

"That's what I mean."

No I me-

"Hah! Let's move now, eh?"

Calico set his helmet back on his head and took off after Visri--whom was dressed in a simple black pilot's jumpsuit--toward one of the alleyways. As much as he hurt for Galaar, he was happy to have Visri around. It was about time he made things official, after all, they were right on the verge of starting a life together. His brothers, and his girl, things were going to start looking up.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar watched the two with a near emotionless pit in his eyes at the current moment. At this moment he didn't care that the two showed their affection, they had earned that right. They needed each other right now. Galaar wouldn't dirive a brother of his happiness, not now. As soon as the order to move was given, he nodded and began moving down the alleyway with the two.

They were going to make it off this rock it seemed, they would make it away with the full squad and Visri. That was a blessing from Dead Mando Gods as Bralor would have put it. It hit him there, he may never see her again, he had no clue were Bralor or even Vau were. He heard Skirata was somewhere on world trying to funnel Omega out with Gilamar but no more.

"Almost home, aliit."

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Revenchent]

"So, Vis'ika, I have something for you really quick."

The trio was almost to the stache. The alleyway was dirty, grimy, and empty. In the center, a small sewer grate from a forgotten time stood as an entrance to their wealth. "And that is?"

"It's time we made this official cyar'ika, with Galaar as witness. Take me a-

"Wait!

For a moment, Calico stood confused. Then he noticed where Visri was pointing, and could see a small child, perhaps nine years of age, running as fast as her little legs could carry her down the alley. Her brown hair whipped around her dirtied face; matching the ruined robes--Jedi robes-- that she wore. Something cylindrical yet familiar was held tight in her small hands.

"Hi sweetie, it's okay! Slow down and let me clean you up." Visri had a motherly way about her that absolutely broke Calico's heart. She was wonderful. The woman had always been kind to the clones, even when they had fought against her during the outer rim seiges. She would be the perfect mother whenever they got around to having chil-

SNAP!

The hiss of a lightsaber broke the silence. Visri let out a strangled gagging noise. A blue energy beam--a lightsaber-- had erupted from the back of her chest. Her expression was frozen in silent horror as the lightsaber was pulled away, and the child continued on her run. She must have thought the clones were after her, but--

"Vis'ika!" Calico stumbled to catch her as she fell. His DC-17 clambered down unto the ground. The Chiss woman made no sounds, she didn't move, she didn't breath. She had died instantly. Calico just stared, mortified, confused, lost. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were just about to go. She must have just been in shock, that was it.

He lay her gently on the dirty ground and began to pump her chest, trying to force air into her lungs. "No, no, no, c'mon Visri. Not my girl!" His voice cracked as reality began to shine on the clones. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen, not at all.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

"No!"

Galaar shouted as he watched the blade erupt through Visri, that was his brother's love. Galaar watched horrified once more as she hit the ground too, he instinctively drew his gun an took off after the small girl with all the intent in the world to kill her. But by the time he reached the end of the alley she was gone. Anger and grief rushed through him again, adding to what was already there form the loss of his dear one. Galaar quickly doubled back to Calico.

He stood there for several seconds, stunned, broken, defeated. Everything they had done was for naught, every battle, every drop of blood... It was all for nothing. They were all spiders caught in the web of warfare and it seemed they'd never get the chance to leave. Faces flashed before Galaar's eyes, Kath Squad, Bralor, Omega, Jain, and now even the woman that was to be his. They were all seemingly eradicated while Calico, Galaar, Jackpot, and Comic kept on moving. It's not supposed to be this way...

Galaar snapped back to reality to witness his brother trying to grab the stabbed women. He ran forward and grabbed Calico's shoulders, once again they would burn together as they always had. "We gotta move ner'vod... Someone likely saw the Jedi and buzzed the Five-Oh-First... C'mon. I'm sorry but we need to shift it."

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Revenchent]

"No, no I can't leave her!"

Calico clung to the body like a child hanging unto a stuffed animal. He had managed to wrench his helmet away and press his forehead to Visri's. He was sobbing. No matter how many times he kissed her, begged her to get up, squeezed her, or told her how much he loved her, she would not rouse. She was gone.

Not Visri. Not my girl. Not her, it can't be her.

The Sergeant of Fox Squad utterly broke down. Galaar yanked him away from her, his only link to any kind of normal life, his motivation up until now. He roared and cursed at Galaar, thrashing his limbs about, but the immense pain in his side had weakened him. He couldn't pull away.

"Let me go you di'kut! She needs me! They're going to take her away! She isn't dead you fething chakaar!"


And that was how Order Sixty Six went down. You pulled me out of the fire then, and you pulled me out again against the Kursed.

Calico sighed, staring down at his brother with a frown. Galaar was still bed ridden, still brain dead, but he would get better. He had to. Calico had no one else, no one who understood. The other soldiers were good men, his sons, but they hadn't lived through it. Not even his confused, boyish feelings about Kira could amount to the connection he had with his brother.

"I'm two rooms away ner'vod. I'll be here when you wake up. Stay strong."

He reached down to squeeze Galaar's hand, satisfied that it was still warm. Galaar was still alive, Visri wasn't. This was a death he could, and would prevent.