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Trial by Fire	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 15246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8
Blaster bolts ricocheted close to Blaze’s side and the explosive tank on his back as an unseen attacker let loose with a volley from back the way they’d come, just beyond the reach of his HUD and lights. Without thinking, reacting instinctively, he depressed the toggle on the wand of his bitch with a curse and braced himself for the backlash.
Fire sprang forth, waves of heat and molten flame leaping from the nozzle head to explode into the corridor, reaching well beyond the sight of his HUD and into the shadows. Familiar screams, the screams of living beings caught in his arc of fire, made him grin and he let out an incoherent yell of triumph inside his bucket.
Adrenaline surged through his veins as it always did with the use of his bitch. It was an intense, near sexual feeling, wielding such a deadly and destructive tool; not unlike ejaculation after a good hard fuck.
Blaster fire came from behind him, the familiar bolts of his brothers, slicing around the wall of flame his attack had become in the narrow corridors, and taking down the would-be ambushers who writhed and shrieked, ending their misery.
Behind him, barely audible, was the distinctive snap-hiss of a lightsabre igniting, more screams and the speaking of a clone’s blaster going the other way.
Corpses littered the hallway as Blaze stepped forward and changed the arc of the flame, drawing more of them into his net and eliminating the last of the attackers. The temperatures on his tank suddenly spiked, showing a marked increase of air in the mixture, but Blaze kept the stream of fire for another two seconds before his thumb retracted and the dazzling, deadly firelight disappeared, retreating back into the combustible tube from which it had sprung.
There was heavy silence for a long moment as the darkness surrounded them once more, lit only by the still smoldering and burning corpses, and the lamps on the clone’s helmets. As always, the silence was deafening after the roar; the sure sign of a job well done.
The Commander moved past him, lightsabre in hand but now dormant, as she went to check the charred corpses. It didn’t take long before she confirmed what Blaze already knew. “They’re dead.”
Her voice brought him down from the high to the present, the thrill still simmering through his veins.
“Good job, Blaze,” the Captain offered with a nod, his voice rumbling through the external mic.
“Thank you, sir,” he returned, his body still painfully wound up and knowing he’d need to find some privacy and someone to join him before they returned to the Resolute. The use of his bitch was never quite complete until he’d fucked someone hard and fast.
“Well done,” the Commander offered as she returned, passing him to rejoin the Captain. “You’re a good man to have behind us, Blaze.”
Her words were sincere but unintentionally provocative and Blaze’s fingers clenched on his bitch’s wand. “I can-” biting the inside of his cheek on the comment that would have gotten him court-martialed, he could think of better places or people to be behind. The image bloomed in his head and his already painfully hard erection twitched behind his codpiece.
Oh yeah; he was going to find someone to fuck before this mission was over.
“Something to say, Blaze?” she inquired over her shoulder.
“No sir,” he managed after a moment’s hesitation as he fought to remember what she had said. “Thank you, sir.”
The small company moved back into formation and Blaze took a moment to check the mixture on his tank again, his lips thinning. Air was getting in. Adjusting the modification that he’d made earlier, her twisted the valve until there wasn’t possibly any further it could go and checked the seals. Still walking, one eye on what he was doing - he could have done it in his sleep - and one on his job, he wasn’t caught unawares when the Commander called another halt.
Turning to watch their back, he kept one eye on the regulator, smugly noting that the mixture was now exactly where it should be based on the specs and the brief performance. Confident his equipment was once again in readiness, he scanned the area as the Commander and Captain spoke together in low tones a ways ahead.
Deadeye kept a lookout down another hallway connector beyond them, a door to their right the cause of the discussion between the Captain and Commander. It didn’t take long before Deadeye moved to switch places with the Captain, the Commander in a defensive stance beside him.
Blaze paid no attention to how Deadeye was working the locks on the door or bypassing the security system; he split his focus between his post and on how the movements of the other clone’s hands, the sureness of his every deliberate action, reminded him of being stroked by an experienced lover.
Not that he needed experience, but the raging hard on behind his codpiece would prefer an experienced touch that wasn’t his own; an ass that would be tight but not vice-like. Not that he objected to vice-like - nothing quite like screwing a virgin hole - but with the need steadily growing, he didn’t have the patience for an inexperienced partner.
Turning his attention back to his HUD’s scanners, he turned his head to sweep the corridor once more and flicked his lights back on. Focusing his attention on his surroundings instead of just how he’d like to be surrounded, he used the near one hundred and eighty degree span of his HUD to keep an eye on the Captain, Commander and Deadeye’s progress.
The soft click and whir of the locks disengaging reached his ears barely a minute later as Deadeye slid to the side, scooping his blaster from the floor and leveling it on the door. The Commander waved for the Captain and Deadeye and Rex traded places again, the two commanding officers obviously intending to go first, as was their want.
“Sir, I don’t-”
Rex ignored him, nodding to the Commander and the door swept inward, a shrill, shrieking sound of metal sliding against metal echoing like an alarm blast down the corridor and, likely, through the complex, cutting Blaze off. The Captain and Commander disappeared into the room before the sound finished its reverberation.
“It’s a good bet they know we’re here, sir,” Deadeye’s voice came over the comm., his wry tone making Blaze grin. “Orders?”
“Hold the corridor,” Rex’s voice came back immediately. “Blaze.”
“Sir?”
“Put your back to the corner and hold off anyone coming in; that should cover the whole of the corridor.”
“Yes sir,” Blaze moved into the new position, his appreciation for his Captain’s eyes to tactics increasing; Rex had placed him in exactly the right place to maximize his arc of fire and cause the most damage with the least amount of movement. It was also, coincidentally, the best defensive position he could have with a rock solid wall at his back.
“Deadeye.”
“Sir?”
“Cover Blaze.”
Blaze smirked; he always preferred to do the covering, but if his Captain was making it an order... He almost missed the last of Rex’s instruction to the other clone. Yeah; he needed to get off and soon.
“Take out any hostile that looks to be taking too keen an interest.”
“Yes, sir.”
Deadeye shifted his position to be in the doorway itself, using the frame for cover and taking a knee; Blaze could see that particular spot was well suited to the task. As he watched, Deadeye pulled a scope from his belt and attached it to his rifle, screwing it on without looking.
It was only then that Blaze took note of, and got a good look at, the kit the other trooper was packing and his eyebrows rose inside his helmet. Scope. Tripod. Barrel extender.
Sniper kit.
Hell; he had a sniper watching his back! No wonder he was called Deadeye.
At that moment, Blaze began to wonder if Rex had deliberately chosen he and Deadeye to complement one another; bitch carriers always worked best with a crack shot watching their flank – or a heavy at their back. It would prove that his new commanding Officer had not only done his research, but was more observant and intuitive than he’d guessed. Both a good and a bad thing; it meant Blaze would have to manage his machinations very, very carefully.
Sweeping his gaze away, he scanned the area carefully, looking for minute details Cueing the comm. Blaze addressed Rex when, after several minutes, neither he nor the Commander reappeared behind Deadeye. “Is there a problem, Captain?”
“Nothing the Commander and I can’t handle, Blaze,” Rex’s voice came back immediately, full of confidence. “Keep me apprised of the situation; this is going to take some time.”
How much time? It was the question Blaze wanted to ask but couldn’t; he wasn’t in command here. Instead, he was to simply follow orders - within reason. “Yes, sir.”
As they waited, Blaze adjusting the sensitivity settings on the pressure switch, he could hear the dull, throaty thrumming of a lightsaber as it cut through some kind of material. Every now and again it would disappear and noise would cease for a minute or so. Just as he’d be about to tell Deadeye to check on them, the distinctive snap-hiss of a lightsabre’s ignition would sound. The cycle happened a trio of times before Blaze turned his full attention back to his duty.
Almost ten minutes of interminable on again, off again, lightsabre sounds passed before a cry from within the chamber, followed by a crashing sound, had on his comm. and stepping towards the doorway. “Commander!”
“She’s all right, Blaze,” Rex came back almost immediately, tension in his voice alerting the flametrooper that something was wrong. “Maintain your position; we can’t afford an ambush.”
“Yes sir,” moving back to his previous position. “Do you require assistance, sir? Deadeye-”
“Is needed to watch your back, Corporal,” there was no room for compromise in the Captain’s tone. “We do not require your assistance. You are not to abandon your post; do you copy?”
“I copy sir.”
Having pushed his luck far enough, Blaze turned his attention to his bitch, confirming the regulator switches and gauges all still read at optimal levels. The blood pounding through his veins had faded some with the reprimand, private as it was, and his pride stung.
Until a shriek from inside the room had Deadeye spinning, blaster in hand, and Blaze moving swiftly towards the door, stopping dead at three steps when the Captain's voice came over his comm. on the channel which encompassed their small squad.
"Stay where you are; do not abandon your posts!"
"Sir?"
The shriek came again, but the damper software in his helmet made it bearable and Blaze was able to catch Rex's next comment ever with the ear splitting sound.
"Our package is a pair of Selonians - who aren't happy to see us. Stand by."
Selonians? "Standing by, sir." Blaze moved to retake his previous position as Deadeye resumed his. What use were Selonians to the GAR?
There was another sound, this one from outside the room just as Blaze turned his attention back to the hallways and-
"Blaze; behind you!"
Deadeye's snapped comment was accompanied by the speaking of his blaster and a thump that was the sound of a dead body hitting the ground somewhere behind Blaze.
Spinning, Blaze took the area in with one twist of his head and a single glance in his HUD, with a single flick of one thumb adjusted the spray arc, and rained molten death down the hallways.
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The darkness was absolute, the corridors silent once again with what of left of the smoking corpses pulled to the side and out of the way by the time the Captain and Commander emerged from the room with the furry bipeds they’d called Selonians.
Humanoids covered in fur with long lower limbs and short arms, a tail and a muzzle-like visage with carnivorous teeth, one was a small child, clinging to the Commander as if its life depended on it. The other had the bearing of a guard of sorts, its arms encased in binders, held in one hand by the Captain, the long tail lashing back and forth behind, linked to the binders, no doubt, to prevent its use as a weapon.
Its real weapon, a primitive looking spear, was slung across the Commander’s back while Captain Rex held a blaster to the captive’s back. A sash with rank insignia Blaze didn’t recognize was the only piece of clothing the prisoner wore while the child was dressed in torn trousers and blouse.
A… female? What the hell were they doing rescuing a pair of furry creatures? The look of them alone was enough to kill the raging hard on behind his codpiece, if only for the moment. “Sir?”
“Orders, Blaze,” Rex informed him shortly, no doubt deliberately cutting off the inquiry. “Deadeye; take us out.”
“Copy that sir; this way.”
Rex didn’t turn his attention back Blaze’s way as he addressed him again. “Rear guard Blaze.”
“Yes sir.”
They started out, the small creature within the Commander’s arms clinging to her tightly, all four limbs and her tail, the Commander stroking the thing’s head as if to offer some kind of assurance. Blaze couldn’t tell if it was working from his vantage point, but whatever was being said didn’t appear to affect the little thing.
The Commander’s hands, however… with all that stroking, he was starting to wish she’d-
Blaze turned his thoughts away, deliberately focusing elsewhere before she could pick up on them. He didn’t know enough about Jedi and he wasn’t willing to risk a court-martial for being unable to control his libido. Deliberately, he focused beyond her and the Captain to where Deadeye was making his way skillfully through the tunnels. Whatever the scout’s secondary talents, direction seemed to be a gift. If Blaze had been leading, they’ve have been lost in moments; not that he’d ever admit it aloud, but he certainly admired the quality in his brother.
Among others.
Turning his attention back to his duties, he scanned the areas, watching his HUD for hostiles, but confident they’d killed a good number in the complex. They might not be clankers, but squishies were better by far; they screamed as they burned, whereas tinnies didn’t seem to know it was a prerequisite. It was music to his ears; a sign he’d done his job properly. The only downside to a squishy was that they tended to burn to a crisp if caught in the blast too long. Best thing about clankers was that he could do an accurate body count.
That reminded him; he needed to check the tank mixture when he got back to the Resolute and see if there was a way to adjust two separate settings to allow for one mixture for clankers and another for squishies. Traxis could help him out - after he’d had a chance to fuck him good.
“Rook, Silver - status report.”
Rex’s voice came over the comm. interrupting his thoughts and the certain knowledge he’d never last to the Resolute; he needed to find some release the moment they were out of danger or his balls would fall off.
“We’re green sir, just say the word.” Silver’s answer was quick on the heels of Rex’s question.
“Any resistance?”
“Negative, sir,” this time it was Rook, all professionalism and military precision. Ass kisser. “We were able to jack into one of their comm. lines; your position was the only intrusion noted.”
“Copy that; we have the package and will meet you at the exit.”
The affirmatives from both troopers made Blaze’s lips curl, a near smirk under the cover of his helmet. Rook was packing a decee he’d not gotten to use while Blaze had been greasing squishies with abandon. Fucking right; as it should be - and to the winner the spoils. His spoils, he decided then and there, would be making Rook take his watch, if it came to that, while they waited for evac and he took Deadeye off for a little recon to ensure they weren’t being followed.
Yes; recon. That would do nicely.
He could tell the Captain it would be a quick inspection of the surrounding canyons and valleys to get visual confirmation of lowered resistance. If the Captain objected, he could ‘insist’, if he’d read Deadeye’s body language right, that they would simply be ensuring no one escaped before the explosion and, if they had, a little insertion for mop up action wouldn’t be remiss.
That would do nicely.
Captain Rex was a reasonable man and would see the value in a little recon before the gunship collected them.
Confident in his course of action, for all his distracted thinking, Blaze wasn’t remiss in his task. As rear guard, he ensured they weren’t followed. But then, he wasn’t certain there was anyone left to follow them. How could there be when he’d counted a couple dozen bodies they’d had to move - and those were just the ones that had something left to move?
“Kix.” Rex’s voice sounded again inside his helmet.
“Good to hear from you, sir,” came back the medic immediately. “Your time’s up.”
Blaze frowned. Cheek like that would need to be addressed and made a note to have words with the medic if the Captain didn’t.
“A little snag; we’re on our way out.”
“Copy that, sir; no resistance on this end.”
Yes; definitely have words with the medic.
Unsurprisingly, they reached their point of entrance without mishap to find Kix, Rook and Silver waiting for them, the Captain handing the prisoner over to the medic with a few words in private that had the trooper nodding before moving towards the Commander.
Kix fell in immediately near Blaze at the back of the group, his hold on the Selonian appearing to be firm. Whatever the Captain had said it appeared to have done the trick for the medic was silent. Silver went with them by unspoken signal, bypassing the Commander and heading to the head of the group with Deadeye.
“Silver; Deadeye.”
“Yes sir; eyes sir,” Deadeye and Silver responded together, referencing Rex’s initial order for recon at the start of the journey, and headed off.
Captain Rex took point with the Commander at his side, Rook and then the prisoner held by Kix with Blaze taking up the rear again. The march was shorter leaving the canyon than entering it, stopping around the first with an upraised fist from the Captain.
“Here’s to one installation they won’t be coming back to.”
It was all the warning they were given before Rex activated the remote detonators. There was silence for a half second before the woosh of rushing air and the roar of detonation reached them, shaking the walls and showering them with debris. Overhead a massive plume of black smoke rose into the sky, dust and debris raining down as one of the men let out a whoop.
Coil by the look of it; he always did love a good explosion.
Their mission completed and the package, if one could call a small, fuzzy creature and a captured rat a package, secure, their trip back to camp was uneventful.
Upon arrival, the Captain inspected the handiwork of the troopers left behind, Blaze’s pride in his bitch brothers swelling as Rex nodded and offered praise for a job well done, unable to find a flaw in their defensive perimeter. They’d not just met the expected dispersal of ordinance, they’d improved it, planting booby-traps on the approaches none of the clones would be using; traps that would act as alarms should anyone come near.
It was good enough the men could have three on watch - one as a lookout, one a flametrooper; the last to guard the prisoner - through the night instead of five.
Perfect.
Bishop must have had run of the men, for he’d gone so far as to set up a tent for the Commander, which she retired to immediately, taking the small Selonian with her.
The prisoner, an unexpected addition, was staked to the ground against a cliff wall, inside a hollow, his binders hung from a high reaching rock that would keep him stretched, but only marginally so. Not cruelly, but just enough to allow he wouldn’t be able to escape easily.
Rukas had offered that suggestion.
The camp was quickly formed, the men on watch - Rukas, Silver and Kix - taking their places, conveniently leaving Blaze off duty with Deadeye.
Blaze wasted no time; the sooner he could get the other man alone, the better. “Captain Rex?”
The Captain paused as he was turning towards the Commander’s tent. “Yes, Blaze?”
“I’d like to volunteer to do a little recon, sir,” he offered, taking his cue from his commanding officer and using the open mic. “There’s no guarantee everyone was caught in that blast.”
“You’re not exactly a scout, Corporal.”
“No sir, I’m not.”
“I am, sir.” Deadeye stepped into the conversation with a nod to the Captain. “I’d like to volunteer to go with the Corporal. We worked well as a team back in the base and I think we should be able to spot if any of them escaped and are headed this way.”
For a moment, Blaze thought the Captain would deny his request - in which case he’d have to improvise another excuse to get the Deadeye alone - but was relieved when Rex finally nodded.
“As long as it’s understood you’re only to engage if they’re in imminent danger of discovering this camp.”
“Yes sir,” Blaze saluted smartly, his bitch conveniently still strapped to his back. Deadeye followed suit, his salute just as crisp.
“I mean it, Corporal.” The Captain’s tone brokered no argument. “No heroics.”
“No heroics, copy that sir. We’ll make it as quick and quiet as possible.”
A cough somewhere near the fire from where Heli was sitting made Blaze grin under his bucket; his brothers no doubt knew what he was up to. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for any of them.
“Report back at fifteen minute intervals,” Rex added as he nodded to them both, “Dismissed.”
Deadeye turned towards Blaze, hefting his blaster with the sniper kit still attached. “Follow me, Corporal.”
Blaze’s smirk widened as he followed the other trooper, anticipating the time when, after their first check in, he’d have the chance to rid the other man of his lower body armor, bend him over a rock and fuck him as hard and fast as he could. Screaming or not wouldn’t matter; he’d order Deadeye to keep his helmet on and comlink off.
Just one perk, he reflected as they departed the camp, to being a Corporal.
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