Revenge of the 5th

 

And a throwback to an older snippet!

 

John wasn’t sure exactly how he ended up on the transport heading down to some unnamed planet, to help fight in a galaxy wide war.  He glanced around at the men around him, all with the same armour, wearing a mix of blue or yellow paint showcasing which armies they belonged.  He could feel each one was unique and different, and saw some of that individualism painted on their buckets or chest plates.

He could also feel their curiosity.

These soldiers were raised to fight for the Jedi, and they had a certain image of what that looked like – he wasn’t it.

The LAAT landed on the ground, everyone filing out, guns raised as they moved into position.  It didn’t matter the war or army, soldiers were all the same.

John moved through the camp, looking for Commander Cody and Captain Rex.  He had given Mace a look, how was he supposed to find two people in a sea of sameness.  The Jedi Master smirked, stating he’ll just know.

He was right.

Just like soldiers, Commanders and Captain all had a certain feel to them.

“Commander, I’m John Rhys, Master Windu sent me.”  He gave them both a nod, feeling their curiosity at his outfit.

“General Windu stated he was sending in another Jedi.”  Cody’s head tilted slightly, taking in the outfit.

It wasn’t anything like the typical Jedi tunics and cloak, instead it was a modern version of his Assassin gear, minus the red sash.  He had on dark pants, grey long sleeve shirt, covered by a black vest made of thin kevlar, accented with a thick leather belt, that held an array of weapons, including his lightsabers, finished off with a form fitting knee length coat.  Likely the only thing he had in common with normal Jedi wear, was the boots.

“Well he sent me.  I have some unique abilities, that he knew would come in handy.”  John gave him a half smirk, then looked out over the battlefield.  All he could see were droids, or what the clones called clankers.   On the opposite end of the battle field was Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, along with Skywalker, and young Ahsoka Tano, they were barely holding their own against the onslaught.   “I need two of your craziest bastards.”

“Fives! Echo!”  Rex turned and shouted without hesitation.  “They’ll the most dini’la of this group of crazies.”

“Captain.”  Echo glanced over at Rhys, then focused back to get his orders.

“Go with General Rhys, do what he says.”  Cody gave them their orders.  “K’oyacyi!”

They both nodded, then turned to Rhys, who would need to find out more of the clones native language.  “Follow me.  I need a transport, who is willing to drop us off in the middle of those clankers.”

Fives snorted.  “I know the perfect pilot, sir.”

In seconds they were up in the air, making their way towards the battle.  John was sure the pilot was what would happen if Murdock and Maverick had a kid.  “Just get us towards the middle, don’t get to low.  I can handle our drop.”

“Crazy Jetii osik.”  Fives muttered as he prepped his weapons.  “General, what’s the plan?”

“We’re going to take out as many clankers, I’ll need you to hold them off as I prep The Machine.  When I tell you to, grab on and hold on to me, the backlash through these tincans will be strong.”

“So we’re going to land in the middle of the battlefield and just shoot as many as we can, until you blow them all up with us in the middle of them?”  Echo asked.

John’s grin was terrifying.

Fives elbowed his vod.  “We’re claiming this Jetti.”

“Not a Jedi.”  Rhys stated with ease.  “Okay we go in five, four, three … ”  The LAAT door opened, giving them a clear look at the battlefield.  Clankers as far as the eye could see, all types from the smaller battle droids, to the big tanks, all of them reigning hell fire onto the small group of Jetii trapped.  ” … two, one.”

They didn’t have time to scream as they jumped along with the Jetii.   The moment they landed on their feet, they opened fire, Echo and Fives keeping their backs to each other, raining hell down onto the clankers, lost in the insanity of the moment.

The got a glimpse of the General, as he sliced through the clankers with his lightsabers.  They were different from General Kenobi and Skywalker, instead of the blue or green they had seen, these were almost grey, they couldn’t quite describe them.  General Rhys was efficient in his movements, cutting the enemy down, until most had started to give them a wide berth.

“Cover me.”  Rhys yelled as he put his lightsabers away and pulled a device from an inside pocket.  “Harold we’re set.”  Echo and Fives had no idea who Harold was, but made sure to keep their General safe, as he set the bomb.  “Countdown in five…”  Rhys reached over and grabbed the two clones.  “Hands on my jacket, do not let go.”  They didn’t have to be told twice.

Both men grabbed hold, but kept their gun straight, destroying any clanker that got close.  They had no idea what to expect when the countdown hit one.

There was a high pitch whine, as they felt an energy pull them closer to Rhys, then suddenly it exploded outwards across the battlefield.  They watched in rapt attention as every single separatist droid fell to the ground completely useless.

Fives glanced at Echo then behind them to Rhys.  “We’re keeping him.  He’s now our Jetii.”

Rhys looked over his shoulder, eyes holding a tint of yellow. “Not a Jetii.”