Lucius kicked a clone in the chest, whipping his rifle around, and ragged holes soon dotted his foe's armor, seeping blood. One. Rolling out into the next corridoor, Null-1 shot off another shot, resulting in clone brains plastering the wall behind. Two Immediately, he vaulted across the corridoor, smashing into another trooper, his wristblade extending by reflex, entering through the chink between the helmet and the armor. Three. Hearing footsteps, Lucius unhooked a 'nade, and lobbed it around the corner. A blast of hot air and a boom encompassed him, as he ducked behind the wall for cover. Turning, his rifle at ready, he was greeted by charred bodies. Seven There. He spied the entrance from which those damned Imps came in from. A door at the end of the corridoor. Sprinting, Null-1 shot rapidly with his shattergun, spraying the walls with blood and gore. At the end, stood one sergeant, a look of surprise on his face as what seemed to be a fellow commando decimated his troops, jumped into the air and landed knee-first on him. Lucius stared for a split-second into an exact replica of his face, before plunginh his blade deep into it. Standing up, he flicked the blood off his visor and blade. Fifteen. Kicking open the door, Null-1 prepared to fight off the invaders. What he saw was not what he had expected. An immense platform lay in front of him, the rain sleeting off the edges. Thousands. Thousands of identical troops stood in perfect formation, guns at the ready. At the forefront stood a menacing figure, decked in mando armour. Boba Fett. Stupid kid. He gave an order, and the army moved as one, marching forward. Fierfek. Lucius lobbed his last remaining det at the enroaching army. Turning tail, Lucius ran through the corridoors, to get back to the surface and warn the others. The battle was lost. They were all screwed. And the damned Kaminoans needed better intel. Thirty-Five.