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“You let Omega go! And with the Empire!”
Hunter’s angry and blame filled words still echoing with the sniper, but that was a few rotations ago. And really having been moot to argue further as Omega had made her choice and saved them all, for now at least. And besides, there were bigger things than bickering about who was right and wrong as they needed to find her, find Tantiss.
"People, people! Any ideas? Anyone?”
Hunter was pacing the room, Echo, Rex and Howzer there with them, the three remaining Batchers having gotten a lift to Rex’s new base after loosing the Marauder.
There were no ideas, as of yet. As so far, the chatter on the holonet wasn’t exactly forthcoming about where the location of the infamous imperial base was located at. Surprise!
But then, a Crosshair thought of something.
“Well, there is one I can think of… “ Everyone paused and looked up at the sniper. “That is if he is still alive.” As the last they had heard of the former Vice Admiral was him being taken to custody after having been accused of bombarding Kamino of his own accord, his own gain.
“Echo? You think you can check it out?” Hunter asked, seeing as Echo was their best bet in hacking to the imperial files now that… well, Echo was their best bet to do it.
“I will get right on it!”
*
“You are sure this intel is correct?” Hunter asked for the umpteenth time, the labour camp one the rhydonium rich planet not exactly a place he had pictured imperial admirals to be imprisoned in.
“I am sure Hunter, this is the place.” Echo was over the comms, as having agreed with the rest of the rogue clones, Rex’s men, it would be Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker going on this mission. Hitching a ride on Phee’s ship.
“Alrighty then, let’s pick a landing place and get ourselves to the camp.” Hunter ordered Phee.
“Aye, Sir!” Phee grinned and mock saluted Hunter.
*
“Over there!” Crosshair pointed at the small group of people digging in the dirty grounds, the one in particular having stuck out to the sniper.
“Which one?” Hunter was watching the prisoners through binocs, the lot of them looking the same to him, but then again, Crosshair had the best eyesight of them.
“The tallest of the four prisoners in the corner.” Crosshair adjusted his scope, seeing the familiar face, now with a beaten and defeated expression on him. “Right over there.” He marked their target and soon enough, Hunter spotted him as well.
“Alright, just as we planned.” Hunter took the lead, the three of them stealthily making their way to wards their target.
*
They were digging the ground, the Admiral not really feeling the task at hand at all. Then again he really had no choice in the matter. He was a prisoner, an enemy of the Empire. They had betrayed him and while cursing the Emperor was getting him nowhere, Rampart felt like hitting something and so he did. The tool hitting the rock with a loud clank.
Deep in the seething hatred, the Admiral suddenly roused from his thoughts when he heard the hissing sounds of blasters set on stun around him. The thudding bodies around him a clear indicator something was off.
“What the…????”
“Hello Rampart. Long time no see.” Crosshair snarled.
“How are you…???”
“Come on Admiral, you are coming with us.”
There were no objections, not at first, but then, guess Rampart thought he was being clever and was about to shout out to the guards, only to be stunned himself.
“He was going to blow our cover.” Wrecker defended the shot.
“Fine, but we need to carry him all the way back to the ship.” Crosshair complained.
“I’ll take first turn.” Wrecker offered, picking the Admiral up and throwing him over his shoulder. “You get the next turn, Cross. He is your friend after all.” Wrecker laughed.
Just then, a group of guards appeared out of no where.
“We’ve got company!”
Hunter scanned the vicinity, seeing their means of escape close by.
“Over there!”
There was a big ass juggernaut standing near by Hunter was pointing at.
“Can you even drive that?” Crosshair looked worried.
“Sure.” Hunter wasn’t about to let this opportunity go by not when they finally had something or rather someone who most likely had the needed intel. That of Tantiss.
“Fine. Let’s go!”
*
The trio hauling the unconscious Rampart quickly made their way out of the prison camp. Hunter having figured out how to get the truck moving after just one trial. A first for sure, but they were on the move, with a tail of stormtroopers.
“Phee, we need a pickup ASAP!”
“Way to make a stealthy exit boys!” Was the mirth filled response from the pirate as Hunter tried his best to steer the juggernaut on the narrow and soon to be ending road. “Cannot be helped! How fast can you get here?”
“I am already there!”
Phee was shooting at the imperial troopers while Wrecker and Crosshair were doing their part in tossing off and blasting away as many of them as they could.
“Better get on board before more of them arrive!” Phee urged the trio.
The ramp lovering, Rampart being hauled in by Crosshair, they all managed to get into Phee’s ship before the juggernaut took a deep dive down the slippery road.