Kote!!!!

Kandosii sa kar'rta, Vode an.

Coruscanta a'den mhi, Vode an.

Bal kote, darasuun kote,

Jorso'ran kando a tome.

Sa kyr'am tracyn kad, Vode an.

Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.

Coruscanta a'de mhi, Vode an.

Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.

Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Aruetyc runi solus cet o'r.

Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.

Gra'ta cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Aruetyc cet slarycina runi trattok'o.

Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!!

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Gloria!!!!

An invincible heart, all brothers.

We, the wrath of Coruscant, all brothers.

And the glory, the eternal glory.

We will shoulder its weight together.

Forged like the saber in the fires of death, all brothers.

An invincible heart, all brothers.

We, the wrath of Coruscant, all brothers.

And those who are before us.

IThey will light up the night sky in flames.

Our revenge burns even brighter.

Each and every traitor soul will kneel.

Those who are before us.

They will light up the night sky in flames.

Our revenge burns even brighter, All brothers!!!!

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Fixes: - Contact front! -

Boss: - Fire! Fire! -

The situation had gotten completely out of control. Commander Boss led the lethal group through the countless corridors of the facility towards the server room. Hundreds and hundreds of stormtroopers did everything possible to stop them, but they always managed to keep going no matter how many times they reached a stalemate.

Boss knew it. Fixes and Sev knew it too, and Holdo could imagine it. Someone was helping them in some way. The imperial formations were overwhelmed by an inexplicable crossfire. Hundreds of bodies left behind with blaster holes on their backs.

Silent assassins emerged from the shadows and blinded their victims from within their own ranks, only to disappear again in the heat of battle and repeat the process when the enemy least expected it.

Boss was experienced enough to notice, even being able to tell that there were at least thirty of them in total. There was no doubt about it, those two disguised commando droids that joined them at the start of the fray were only a tiny part of the true might of Gwori's resistance.

Sev: - Throwing detonators! -

The explosions shook that part of the facilities violently. There were no civilians, and the poor stormtroopers couldn't do much to stop the fury and countless years of experience and battlefields that these clones had on their shoulders.

Kurt was no slouch either. His aim with the sniper rifle was terrifying, with him and Sev being the ones who finished off the enemies that seemed most capable before they could even get close, leaving the Imperials without heavy reinforcements and without officers who could organize the troops in the chaotic combat. .

Icarus and Fixes remained at a medium distance from the front. In many cases they connected to the station consoles, closed doors to cut off enemy reinforcements, and if a very unlucky soldier was caught in the middle when the deadly steel plates closed like a guillotine, his mutilated body caused a hard blow to the morale of those who had never experienced the heat of war on their own skin.

And right in front, accompanied by the two commando droids, Boss appeared as an imposing armored tank whose weapon spat lasers and death, throwing as many explosives as necessary and freeing the poor souls who were unlucky enough to be there that day from their sorrow. present there.

The stormtrooper armors were much less effective than those of the regular phase 2 clones, but compared to the commando armors, they looked like simple, pathetic white cardboard plates.

The commando armor had enviable durability, capable of withstanding multiple shots, in addition to having a shield generator that recharged in a few seconds. An armored helmet provided the carrier with an inconceivable amount of information, and protection that made imperial helmets look ridiculous. After all, unlike the Republic and the clone army, the Imperial Navy opted for quantity over quality. Something that was not very efficient at this precise moment.

Little by little, the rest of the commando droids joined in with measures that left behind them a path full of death and corpses with holes in their backs. Some, like Holdo herself, saw this type of war as extremely inappropriate and cowardly, but the droids had nothing programmed inside them that resembled the honor of warriors. They were executioners, silent assassins who would do their job no matter what the cost. And the commandos knew it very well.

The group had already gathered, totaling thirty-five members, all in perfect condition, except for a couple of droids that bore the marks of gunshots on their stormtrooper armor, but their own armor was far superior to that of those white shells. , so I had no problem continuing to function normally. And in their footsteps, thousands of imperial soldiers and officers lost their lives without even knowing what had happened. Well, when facing each other in such closed places, overwhelming quantities without efficiency were of no use.

There was only one last step left. Once they passed through the imposing doors that Icarus was hacking, they would find themselves in the research wing, and a few meters ahead they would have access to the server room. They hoped that the lummen was still there, surely their small presence would not be noticed, much less with all the chaos they caused behind their backs.

As soon as they could, everyone burst into the facility when a short circuit produced by the droid opened the doors. They didn't think twice, and entered with their blasters raised ready to open fire, the commando droids being those who would enter first, functioning as a metal shield against any unforeseen event, followed by the clones, Kurt and Icarus, all while Holdo She stayed behind, because she did not have any protection. But the impression made by his eyes and optical sensors caused chills even to those who only had the hard metal as skin.

In front of them stood an imposing figure. A mastodonde of the same species as the former general Voolviff Monn, a powerful shitavaven more than eight feet tall, wearing a cloak black as the void of space, and with his red eyes and golden irises that expressed all evil. and hatred that could be held in that powerful warrior body.

His mere presence made the infiltrators stop before such an imposing aura, ignoring even the dozens of stormtroopers and officers who were behind such an impressive beast. But without a doubt, the most terrifying thing was seeing Wag Too, grabbed by the skull and fighting for his life.

The shitavaven was so large that with one hand it was able to hold the lurmen's skull with little effort, while Wag Too's terrified eyes could barely be seen between its thick fingers and the deep cuts that its claws applied to the creature's face. lummen. He had enough strength to keep him off the ground, forcing Wag Too to struggle to hold on to the hand that was torturing him, since his own weight gave him the feeling that his head would tear from his body. Helpless. Unable to do anything.

Then... the Force shook.

Inquisitor Howlhell was not one for many words, but he knew very well how to strike terror into the hearts of his enemies. In his hand he had the perfect lure. a weak link that would make the perfect test subject. I could feel it. I could taste it. The fear and despair in those present as they see their friend writhing in pain. Seeing how this bites in front of their own eyes would be the perfect blow to their morale, and would completely destroy them.

His crimson inquisitor's saber ignited in his free hand, marking the terrifying red light behind the body of the Lurmen, who looked increasingly frightened. Getting closer to his death.

Any other inquisitor would have executed him instantly. Anyone else would have placed the tip of the saber behind his victim's back and, upon turning it on, his lethal energy blade would have pierced the poor being who would suffer from his anger. But not Howlhell. No no. He was much more ruthless.

That unfortunate man enjoyed nothing more than seeing his victim suffer. A quick death would not atone for his sins and his offense against the empire. He had to pay with every drop of pain his body could bear. I had done it before. He had seen the terrified faces at their massacres. He had shielded the cries of those who lost their loved ones before their eyes because of his sword. He had tasted hate and fear. Only to execute those present in the same way. He had lived it... and he loved it.

The crimson blade rose next to the lurmen, the latter being able to see the pulsating tip brimming with energy. Crimson light radiated into his frightened eyes, opening a door to hell itself if possible. Howlhell could feel that fear. And I enjoyed it.

His victim's neck was succulently at his mercy. He would lacerate it slowly, enjoying the sound as he severed the flesh and spine. Feeling stupefied by the smell of his victim's burned flesh. It would be a slow cut. Enough so that the lurmen could feel each of the pain receptors in his body being bombarded with endless energy. His cries of pain would be music to his ears, until the simple melody of absolute silence made its way through the confusion once the neck was detached from his body. In his mind it would be... beautiful. But in reality, it wouldn't be like that.

Howlhell could not even bring his saber close to Wag Too's neck, as a sinister shadow entered among those present, throwing his own men aside to make his way from the depths of the invaders. The shitavaven looked up and saw death itself bearing down on him, one that had the metal skin and the dull, emotionless face of an Imperial security droid. But inside him, in his core, the one that was thousands of light years away in Gwori, a rage grew that the galaxy had rarely experienced.

Icarus charged forward without a second thought, igniting his lightsaber along the way and lunging at the inquisitor's saber to stop him, although his intention was clearly to cut Howlhell in half on the spot. The shitavaven had to stop his blade immediately and try to stop the droid, whose lightsaber was inches away from cutting his arm and eyes, barely holding on with all his strength, forced to have to let go of the lurmen when he couldn't even hold on. the equilibrium.

The shitavaven felt it. He felt the power of immaculate rage hit his sword like he had never experienced before, so much so that the sight of a Jedi saber faded into the background. This was no ordinary droid.

Chaos quickly took over the place. Being accustomed to such radical events, Boss was the first to open fire on the enemy forces that were on the other side of Icarus, thus beginning a dangerous confrontation on both sides.

Three commando droids did not hesitate for a minute and rushed forward, taking the dying and exhausted Lurmen in their arms and returning him to the safety of their ranks, even as the blaster impacts made huge holes behind them.

Boss: - Icarus! We must get out of here! - He shouted behind his back, but the droid did not listen to his words.

Icarus was consumed by a rage he had never experienced. Seeing Wag Too in that state broke his circuits, while those painful memories of Boil and how much he suffered from his loss returned to his computer. The image of the dying clone on Gwori's hospital bed created a void inside him, one that he was not able to fill, not even with the chaotic sword duel that he and the inquisitor had right in the middle of the shots that went back and forth. came.

A security droid was equipped for combat. Icarus was capable of swinging his sword in an uncontrolled frenzy, although his computer remembered very well what Master Shak'ti taught him on Felucia. A version of the fifth style, an extremely aggressive one, relying on its physical strength and the weight of its metallic weight. One that ironically, Howlhell also mastered quite well.

They were two mountains fighting for supremacy. The impact that their lightsabers suffered created sound waves so loud that it even affected the communication systems of the helmets of those who were close enough. The resulting flash was not even capable of being polarized by the scopes, and the blows in all directions did not hesitate to cut the structure itself on multiple occasions. Trying to stop those two would be something akin to suicide.