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"Hello, Spike." Was that it? Was that everything that Rami had to say after what he had done? Betraying the Republic. Helping the Separatist counter-attack. Leading Risha astray. Murdering Huck and beating down Wily within an inch of his life. On the way to Rami's position, Spike had been working himself up, so that when the time would come, he wouldn't hesitate. Yet all he got from Rami was a simple "Hello"; as if him and the clones hadn't been trying to kill each other for the past few hours. Or maybe that smug drek-face is just full of himself! No doubt he's proud of his last gambit. Of all the good soldiers he killed in the last attack. And of being able to get away with it.
"General," the Clone replied after a pause rather slowly slowly, with audible animosity in his voice. Meanwhile, the 9 troopers in teal-trimmed armor—those who were with the Captain when he got the coordinates—spread out, encircling the two men. Spike stood close to the edge of the circle, with Rami in the center. Unlike the Jedi, the troopers had DC-15 rifles and carbines in their hands; all the weapons were aimed at the cloaked figure.
The only one seemingly unarmed was Spike; his DC-17 hand blasters were still holstered. It just made no sense drawing them. If a fight erupted there and then, Spike knew that he was a goner either way; Rami would almost certainly try to take the Captain with him to the grave. But there was no way the Jedi would walk out of the circle alive. In fact, every moment Spike didn't draw his weapons increased his chances for survival. The nearby search parties were converging on their location. And Dour had also dispatched a LAAT/i gunship with almost a full platoon on board. A retinue worthy of a general.
For a few moments, the situation resembled a silent standoff. Captain Spike peered at his former General through the visor of his helmet. They could let it last until reinforcements arrived; but Spike had a question that had been eating at him for the last few hours. He asked it in the same straight-to-the-point manner as before: "Where is Commander Sjiara?"
@Reyn
"General," the Clone replied after a pause rather slowly slowly, with audible animosity in his voice. Meanwhile, the 9 troopers in teal-trimmed armor—those who were with the Captain when he got the coordinates—spread out, encircling the two men. Spike stood close to the edge of the circle, with Rami in the center. Unlike the Jedi, the troopers had DC-15 rifles and carbines in their hands; all the weapons were aimed at the cloaked figure.
The only one seemingly unarmed was Spike; his DC-17 hand blasters were still holstered. It just made no sense drawing them. If a fight erupted there and then, Spike knew that he was a goner either way; Rami would almost certainly try to take the Captain with him to the grave. But there was no way the Jedi would walk out of the circle alive. In fact, every moment Spike didn't draw his weapons increased his chances for survival. The nearby search parties were converging on their location. And Dour had also dispatched a LAAT/i gunship with almost a full platoon on board. A retinue worthy of a general.
For a few moments, the situation resembled a silent standoff. Captain Spike peered at his former General through the visor of his helmet. They could let it last until reinforcements arrived; but Spike had a question that had been eating at him for the last few hours. He asked it in the same straight-to-the-point manner as before: "Where is Commander Sjiara?"
@Reyn