Charge of the 501st Legion
I must specify, ninety percent of this dialogue is either from the movie Gettysburg or modified to fit the context of Star Wars. Thank you.
“Cap, ninety percent of us are wounded or dead. We’re spread too thin.”
Captain Rex of the 501st Legion nodded, turning to his left and walking up the ridgeline that Torrent Company had been assigned to hold. “How’re we for ammunition?” He tilted his head at Lieutenant Appo, his second.
“Sir, we’re running out. Some of the lads got nothin’ at all.” Sergeant Coric added.
“A couple of the boys down on the left had to pick up Seppie blasters to shoot.” ARC Corporal Echo quickly noted as he joined the small collection of officers.
“We’ve got to pull out.” Another random Lieutenant added.
Rex looked out over the countless numbers of dead clones and destroyed droids. “No, we can’t do that.”
“We can’t hold them again, Sir. You know that.” Coric spoke respectfully, the medical cross on his left shoulder-guard partially gone from a stray blaster bolt.
“Well if we don’t they go on by and over the hill and the whole flank caves in.” Rex replied, gesturing behind them, where the rest of the Clone Army present planetside was deployed.
“Here they come.” Fives said grimly, gesturing down the hill towards the sound of marching droids.
“Well, we can’t run away.” Rex began, tightening his gauntlets. “And if we stay here, we can’t shoot. So let’s ready blades and fix bayonets.”
A few of the younger officers looked at the blonde Captain like he was insane.
“We’ll have the advantage of moving down the hill. The clankers won’t expect it. They think this is the attack that will break us. So fix bayonets, ready blades. Coric, wait, Coric, you take the left wing,” Rex gestured towards the left side of their line. “I’ll take the right. I want a right wheel forward of the whole company.” The Captain spoke fast, no hesitation in his words.
“What- you mean charge?” Fives asked. He didn’t sound scared. Just surprised.
Rex nodded. “Yes. But here’s what we do, we’re going to charge swinging down the hill.” Rex began gesturing again. “Just like we pulled back this left side of the company, now we’re going to swing it down. We swing like one of old doors before blast doors. We sweep the Seppies down the hill as they come up. Understand?”
“Everybody understand?” He asked again, making eye contact with each officer even through their visors.
“Yes sir!” The collection of officers replied as one.
“Ok, Coric, you take the left wing. And when I give the command, I want the whole company to go forward swinging down to the right.”
“Aye, Sir.” The Sergeant nodded.
And with that the officers moved off to their separate positions, and Rex upped his external mic volume in his helmet so everyone would hear his next order. “BLADES!” He roared, the mic so loud it turned robotic.
All up and down the line, men pulled vibro-blades from their packs, or belts. Some attached bayonets to their rifles. Others picked up fallen vibro-swords from fallen Commando droids.
Down the line he saw Coric gathering some of the men together. “They’re still comin’! Come on boys! Quickly boys, quickly, move!” The Medic-Sergeant barked. “Move boys! Let’s go!”
He drew a sword he’d taken from a fallen droid. “Ready blades!” The Medic barked again.
“Left wing, right wheel!” Rex ordered.
Coric span his sword in the air. “Right wheel!”
Coric’s men surged forward at the order, the Sergeant right alongside them. “Charge!”
Rex watched as the platoon surged down the hill, and when the time came, Rex raised his own blade. “Charge!”
Rex’s section surged forward too. The noise was immense. Thousands upon thousands of men just roaring as one. The mass of armored humanity flowing like water down the hill towards the Separatist blaster fire.
“For the Republic!” Someone shouted.
Clones collided with droids in a mess of fighting so close it was hard to tell what was what.
Rex saw Dogma tackle a Commando droid as it charged Tup.
He saw Kix and Coric double team a pair of B2s that we’re spraying into the crowd.
He saw Echo and Fives back to back, fending off more droids than he cared to count.
From further down the line. He heard another voice. One he wasn’t expecting but recognized. “Charge!”
Followed by a sound he welcomed more than anything.
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