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Wrecker, our Hero!

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When you are outta ammo, what do you do? Use whatever else stuff might just be handy and throw them at the enemy of course!’

The mission had been going great. Until it went all south. 

Hunter, Crosshair, Echo and Tech were all surrounded, the enemy closing in, and soon enough, there was nothing else for them to do, but to surrender as the clankers simply kept on pouring down their way.

“We, surrender!”

It wasn’t an easy decision to make. But Hunter finally yielded, placing his blaster onto the ground and raising his hands in surrender. The others followed his exampled with heavy sighs and a few growling sounds of complaint. 

After all, this had not been their plan. At all.

The commanding droid gave the order to take the four into captivity.

And soon enough, they were all escorted to the close by Separatist base and into a holding cell. Stripped off their armour and whatever else gear they were carrying. Then sealed behind the red ray field for safe keeping. For the time being.

“You, are our prisoners.”

The commanding clanker told them in the snide monotonous metallic tone.

“There is no escaping this place.”

Sounding totally assured the droids had won this round against the Republic Army.


The droids were gone, having left the four to stew in their holding area. 

Making sure there was no other clanker in sight, Hunter turned to his squad and started talking in a low voice.


“Did any of you see Wrecker?”

“I thought he was right behind us.”

Crosshair noted.

“Yeah, he was shooting at the clankers when we tried to run back to the ship.”

Echo chimed in.

“So, why did they not catch him too?”

Hunter asked the confused looking group.

“Perhaps they did. Only he is held elsewhere.”

Tech deduced, but hoping this wasn’t the case though.

“I don’t think so.”

Crosshair was sure they had not. Trusting in Wrecker to get to safety.

“He would have made much more noise if he had been caught.”

The others murmured in agreement. Only hoping Wrecker would still be out there and perhaps, he would be able to spring the rest of them out.



Wrecker had found the perfect hiding place for the moment.

After having seen the rest of his squad getting pinned down, having been only a short distance away from them, blasting the increasing number of droids. Wrecker had known immediately, there was nothing he could have done for them at that moment, except to find cover and regroup, by himself.

Planning never having been the strong suit of Wrecker’s. 

But, Wrecker knew he needed to not to do what he usually did. To spring in head on blasters firing and hope for the best and take out as many of the enemy as possible.

No, Wrecker needed to be more subtle if he was to rescue his squad and get them all out in one piece, that much was for sure.

Wrecker made a quick inventory of what his arsenal was. 

He counted several explosives in his backpack and of course his trusted blasters among a few extras in the mixx and an assortment of knives.

‘Always come prepared’, Wrecker had thought while packing.

But he was only one against an army of droids. 

Wrecker did not have the benefit of Crosshair’s mirrors, nor Hunter’s elegant grace when he danced around the clankers, cutting them off one by one. 

Neither did Wrecker have Tech’s devices, nor Echo’s senses, the cyborg’s uncanny enhanced sense of being one step ahead of the clankers in the field.

No, what Wrecker had, was brute force. But also, the overwhelming desire for survival and winning. With a body able to endure blaster shots better than any other clone.

But, Wrecker knew he could not rely on those attributes alone. Not this time. Not without his team.

No, Wrecker, needed a plan. 

And so, taking several deep breaths, before he settled into his hide out and started doing the one thing, Wrecker never thought he was any good at. Thinking.

It took a moment for his brain to settle.

The calming techniques he had been listening into while Echo had been teaching Tech, Hunter and Crosshair. To relax and empty their minds.

Something which usually was no problem for Wrecker. The empty mind.

Well, Wrecker did have thoughts there. But he usually wasn’t too keen in letting them out. Having trouble voicing them, as Wrecker rarely put his thoughts into the proper words. At least, the way the others did.

But, there were ideas there ratting around in his brain though. And right now, Wrecker needed them to come forth.

Because Wrecker, was anything if not stupid.
He knew things. And Wrecker was good in several things. Superior even.

But Wrecker never saw himself like that. Guess, it was a time of firsts for him. To show the others he was much more than simply muscle and things which went - boom.

Then again, none of his squad, his family had ever really said he wasn’t all that. 

Sure out of spite or jest, but never to hurt him. Not really.

They all trusted him, believed in Wrecker no matter if he was speaking less than eloquently or if he liked to blow things up. But perhaps now, Wrecker needed to step up and prove them, he could do so much more.

Wrecker remained in his position for a while longer.

Remembering what Echo had told them. And then soon enough, Wrecker felt himself calming down. His breathing becoming even and his mind, starting to clear. 

All the disturbing things fading into the background.

And it was when Wrecker started seeing it. The plan. It was forming inside of his mind. The plan of saving his squad.