Star Wars Fanfic - Programmed to Obey

Chap. 59 - Old Friends.

Doom: - Commander. We have eliminated 80.3% of the enemy fighters. And one of their cruisers is about to suffer a critical failure. -

Icarus: - Understood. What is our status report? -

Doom: - We still have 75.9% of our fighters and we have only lost six pilots. Our shields are at 63.7% capacity and we still have 82.1% of our energies. -

Icarus: Got it. Doom unit, the next time you refer to the number of organic deceased do not use the word "only" or something similar. For them death is more complex than for us. -

Doom:-Roger. Roger. -

Icarus: - Contact me with the Mirana immediately. -

Doom: - Affirmative. - The droid pressed some buttons and a projection of the pilot was shown on the commander's chair.

Mirana: - General? -

Ícaro: - Status report. -

Mirana: - My team has already left the battle zone. We descend to land to support the positions of TR-1 and the bulk of the army. -

Icarus: - Understood, squad leader. Proceed cautiously and watch out for the anti-aircraft batteries on the city walls. -

Mirana: - Copied. Over and out. -

Icarus: - Doom unit. Any news from the main front? -

Doom: - Negative. Commander TR-1 has not updated his status. The main forces are concentrated in the central areas of the plains. Our casualties are estimated at 32.4%, enemy casualties at 35.2%. The central fronts of neither side seem to be trying to use any advantage. -

Icarus: - A war of attrition then. Any news on the infiltrated units? -

Doom: - Negative. Since they entered the city we have lost all contact with them. -

Icarus: - Mmmmm... Local communications interference. We can only hope they meet the deadline. How much time left? -

Doom: - Forty-seven hours and twenty-six minutes. -

Icarus: - Everything is in your hands... Commander Boil. -

Meanwhile, in the north of the city.

Boil: - Numa? -

The clone turned around and doubted for a second what his eyes saw. More than eight years had passed since then, but there was no doubt. That skin tone, those brown eyes, the way I call it. There was no doubt that it was her.

Numa: - Nerra! -

Boil: - Numa! -

The last time he saw her she was barely five or six years old, and now she was quite a teenager, but in Boil's eyes she was still that little Twi'lek he found with her brother Waxer in the ruins of Nabat. . "Oh, Waxer. I wish I could see how much he's grown."

The clone and the Twi'lek embraced in excitement. The young woman closed her eyes tightly, trying to suppress her tears without hiding the joy she felt when she saw him. Boil's heart wasn't as strong, and she allowed herself to cry from happiness.

Numa: - You came back. -

Boil: - Of... Of course. I just... I'm sorry for taking so long. -

When they both parted with a hug they exchanged smiles, but Numa wasted no time, and she quickly looked up at the other clone that she once also called "nerra."

Boil knew who he was looking for, and he felt a great pain in his chest just thinking about it. Nume's confused eyes met Boil's stricken ones, and without saying a word, the young woman understood the message very well. "Waxer's not here."