Sev: - Well... It seems that staying hidden is no longer an option. - He said as he returned to the interior of the shelter from his observation post.

Bly: - What do you mean? -

Sev: - Four shuttles are descending to this position. It would be surprising ifhave guessed our position. -

Boss: - No doubt. Hiding is no longer an option.Get ready...This is not going tobe a fair confrontation. -

Fixer: - Not even pleasant. The droids are ready for combat, but the battery of two of them is barelywill last a couple of hours... If we're still alive by then. -

Delta: - We will do everything possible to maintain the position. If we find ourselves overwhelmed, it would be best for them to withdraw. -

Boss: - I appreciate theintentions, but that won't be a good idea. In the desert we will be easy prey. If we can't hold out here, we won't have a chance. To hispositions... And good luck. -

There really wasn't much more to say. A group of just twenty of them would never be able toto defeat all the forces of an Imperial Destroyer. Even in the hypothetical case thatwill achieve resist the first wave, simplywould follow sending more and more.

Eventually their strength would fail, their ammunition would run out and the droids' battery would run out.would exhaust. They were doomed... they wereconscious of that. Still, not defeated. If they had to fight they would do it.

Droids wouldn't have this problem, andthey would abide theirorders to the letter until their circuits were fried. The clones, bothcommands like the ex-marshal, alreadyhad They had experienced the hard war and knew how terrifying it was to die, and their pulse did not tremble before it. Holdo didn't have much combat experience, but his toughcharacter He wouldn't let her give up, even though her hands were shaking because of it. Kurt knew the perks of the job, because as an ex-mercenary what it was, I knew whateasy which was to die. Still, the weight he carried in his hands, and the knowledge that the resistance ofGwori could depend on that chip with the information that only Icarus could read terrified him. Still, his rifle would not hesitate to find its target and eliminate it.

Finally theshuttles imperials touched the soft sand ofOrdinary. Its powerful engines created chaotic vortices of sand and desert dust thatthey put between the fuselage plates and theturbines, a martyrdom for the mechanics once they returned to the destroyer. The momentary calm and the decrease in the noise generated by the engines made the hairs stand on end.tip to more than one of those waiting from a distance. And finally, thefloodgates They were opened.

Sev: - Oh no... Boss... We have a problem. - He spoke over the communicator from his surveillance position.

Boss: - What's happening? -

Sev: - They are Soldiers of the Purge. -

More than one rushed to poke their heads out to see the grim spectacle from a distance. Soldierscoated in black armor with red details thatcontrast with the golden sands of the desert. But don't be fooled by their completely out of place appearance and whose hue seemed to make them an easy target. These soldiers were the most terrifying that the EmpireGalactic habegotten until this period of his regime.

Bly: - Purge Soldiers? What's that? - It was not surprising that he did not know about it, since he had been living in an ice cavern for more than five years since order 66.

Fixer: - Let's say they are specialized clones. Very specialized in fact. -

Kurt: - Wait... Clones? I thought clones were no longer part of the Empire's army. -

Boss: - These are not normal clones. Not like us. I have seen them... They are more... machine than men... -

Holdo: - Do you think they canconvince them? They are his brothersafter of everything. -

Boss: - I doubt it. They are not like us. Do not doubtshoot first and ask questions later... because we won't do it. -

The clone commander's tone made no attempt to hide his anger at these soldiers. They had seen them. They knew their purpose and their bitter destiny. In a galaxy where the remaining clones struggle to right their wrongs, these black-armored clones, the last that the city of Tipoca produced, were dedicated exclusively to the purge of the Jedi.

At least one hundred of these units are nowthey deployed along a huge line that intendedcut him the possibility of any type of retreat, and right in the middle, stood that imposing inquisitor, with his arms crossed on his back, capable of even savoring his victory.

Inquisitor Howlhell had the largest group ofSoldiers of the Purge. He himself had taken the lives of countless Jedi, being the inquisitor with the most sabers.laser has added to thevaults of the imperial palace on Coruscant. The soldiers under his command were the most brutal, the most frantic, the ones who trembled the least when it came to massacring innocents. In fact, he did it with great pleasure.

The 13th Purge Detachment, or as they were called by those who had theincredible lucky to see them in action and survive to tell the tale, The Bringers of Death, are nowdeployed like a firing squad awaiting orders from its superior.

Nobody moved amuscle, still under the hot sun that smothered the sands of Lasan, like black statues unable to move. From the safety of the rifts, clones, humans and droids were waiting for any movement of the enemy, hoping to achieve some kind of victory.counterattack.

Right in front wasHowlhell, looking at the rock formation as if he knew exactlywhere His prey was there, although he did not see her. Like I could smell him, but I didn't. As if I could hear their cries, but I didn't hear them.... Yet.

A silence once again reigned in the desert landscapes. Only the rumbling of their own hearts could break the overwhelming calm that each of those present felt. The droids were waiting, the organics were waiting agitatedly, and Kurt and Sev already had the heads of two Purge Welders in their sights.

The Imperials knew perfectly well that their forehead was the target of the snipers, since the flash of their sights was something that was reflected very well on the visor of their helmets, but even so, they remained static, motionless. They preferred to have their head blown off by a blaster than to have to be the victim of the fury ofHowlhell for disobeying an order as simple as staying still. After all, they wouldn't be the first to be executed in front of their comrades for that.

Howlhell: - Matless. -

Boss: - Fire! -

It was as if the clone commander had read the shitavaven's lips. Howlhell didn't even move to give the order, and half a second later, two powerful sniper shots flew across the five hundred meters separating the purge soldiers from the crevasses where Sev and Kurt stood. But neither of them would be prepared to see what would happen through their telescopic sights.

As soon as the inquisitor gave the order, the two soldiers in black rushed to the ground, and the blaster shots passed them by, impacting the sand behind them. That was impossible. These were not normal soldiers. Those weren't even organic. How was it possible for a living being to have the nerve not to move even knowing that its life was slipping behind the telescopic sight of a sniper, and at the same time, be able to move with such precision? Hundreds had fallen to Kurt and Sev's rifles, but none like these.

Suddenly, the golden sandscape turned into a deadly dance of blasters flying over the battlefield of some place.for him other. Those soldiers, who could not be classified in any other way than crazy, werethey threw head on without any kind of sanity or instinct for self-preservation.

With their peculiar helmets imitating clone paratroopers, their defense seemed to be surpassed only by their indoctrinated loyalty. Those carrying DC-15A blasters emptied their magazines into the rock caverns with insatiable ferocity, but nothing comparable to the fanaticism of those in the lead.

Armed withelectrovaras combat, and an armor where the blasters bounced with little effort, thirty of these soldiers of death rushed against their enemies. They were not men, they were wild beasts, like hunting dogs that brutally pursue the prey assigned to them by their master.

From the protection of the solid rock, those doing their best to survive shot everything they had, but it was as ifthey will try stop an avalanche. An avalanche of crazy fanatics fighting with relentless ferocity. Some purge soldiers fell into their frantic desire to hunt down their prey, but dozens more of them were approaching their positions. There was no way to escape.

Alpha: - Now! -

Even troops so lacking in common sense were stunned when they saw the metallic figures that came out of the rock to block their path. Now, stripped of their white stormtrooper armor, the commando droids left the safety of cover to stop the savage soldiers withelectrovaras that they were getting closer. Soldiers who were not prepared to stop the edge of thevibroswords whose leaf reflected the bright light of the desert sun.

If the moment was shocking for the Purge soldiers in the lead, it was even more so when several of them charged head-on into the Separatist droids, watching as theirelectrovaras They were unable to touch their bodies tofreirles the circuits, while they saw how their lives were taken before their eyes.

Commando droids were always recognized for their effectiveness, and in hand-to-hand combat their swords were only surpassed by the lethal magnaguards... But not these droids.

The purge soldiers never thought they would see a commando droid perfectly mastering the Makashi, the second form of lightsaber combat. Maybe their swordswere different, but even Howlhell from close by could differentiate movements as stylized as those. There was no doubt... Icarus had inserted the seven styles of lightsaber combat into the programming of these droids.

The soldiers of the purge withelectrovaras They could do nothing but watch as their comrades were pierced by the brutality of the vibrojas, wielded by metal bodies whose joints and pistons allowed them to use both the brutality and brute force of the Djem So, mixed with the agility of a very basic Ataru. . It was just...indescribable...It's unimaginable. Unfortunately, this was only a desperate resort.

Before everyone's eyes, two of the droids collapsed against the sandy ground due to lack of power. This form of combat consumed their reserves with overwhelming ferocity, leaving only Alpha, Delta and a third unit standing, which began to give ground to numerical superiority.

The fight continued fiercely. Sev and Kurt took down as many enemies as they could, even when they had to land up to three shots on the same soldier to be able to take him down. Holdo, Boss, and Fixes used cover to keep the Imperials at bay, while the droids alongside Bly did their best to keep the purge soldiers out of the grottoes. There was no way they could get out of this unscathed on their own.

The third commando droid fell to the power of a stun grenade, leaving an opening in the defenses, which allowed a purge soldier to overwhelm the remaining droids, raising his electrostaff to strike Bly down with his deadly touch. The former clone marshal fired repeatedly, but the armor of these black soldiers seemed simply indestructible.

Alpha and Delta looked back, even though they could barely dodge the attacks of the rest of the purge soldiers. For a second, the image of Boil returned to his circuits, fighting with a ferocity unusual for a droid,desperate to rescue his partner. Seeing another of their commanders die without them being able to do anything would cause a short circuit comparable to a heart attack... But they would not be able to arrive in time. Bly was alone, with his back to the stone wall, and facing death. The Purge soldier already had his staff ready to unleash all his electrical power on the clone, when a roar shook the cavern.

Everyone, absolutely everyone looked at the new figure that the Force knows how managed to infiltrate without being detected. an imposing being of pure muscle, which with little effort grabbed the purge soldier by the helmet and attacked him against the wall of the place, leaving an incredible dent on the indestructible rock. Everyone raised their eyes and optical sensors, only to see an imposing Lasat with a face full of fury, who looked at the Purge Soldiers with a bloodlust that seemed insatiable... One that... even the bearers They trembled at the sight of my dead body.