Battle of Faida (I)
Boom! Boom! Boom!! Dense explosions erupted across the positions, sending dust flying and flames soaring, dyeing the night sky crimson.
Countless balls of light came hurtling in at high speed, each carrying immense energy. They exploded against the sturdy concrete ruins, blasting one black crater after another into them.
Bodies lay everywhere—Clone Troopers in white polymer-alloy armor, and civilians in ordinary clothes. Yet they all had one thing in common: even in death, they clutched their weapons tightly.
Fight to the death! Never retreat!
In the darkness ahead, flashlight-like lights swayed constantly, seemingly guiding the direction of fire from this side. Yet after every frenzied barrage, those lights did not diminish. Instead, they moved faster and faster, drawing ever closer!
Then came dense waves of light...
Plasma bolts!
Where was this? This was hell.
Where was this? This was a slaughterhouse.
Where was this? This was Faida Planet, in the Northern Galaxy!
"Five hundred meters ahead, target E-504! Fire!!" At the Clone Commander's order, the heavy multifunction grenade launchers mounted behind two AT-TE All Terrain Tactical Enforcers instantly opened fire!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!! The shells, loaded with high-explosive ammunition, rained down and unleashed terrifying explosions! Wherever the flames flashed, everything was reduced to dust!
"Fire! Fire!!" the Clone Troopers shouted as they sprayed blaster fire wildly.
Among the positions built amid shattered ruins were Clone Troopers, militia dressed in civilian clothes, and even some local gang members.
But now, these people who would normally have had nothing to do with one another stood on the same front line, fighting shoulder to shoulder in seamless cooperation.
Because they were fighting to survive!
Military DC-15S blaster rifles, A-280 blaster rifles commonly used by gangs, outdated EE-3 blaster rifles, even barely useful weapons like DL-18 blaster pistols. Almost