C1P12a

Gout gnashed his teeth in rage as he backhanded an unfortunate B1 that was in his way. The droid crumpled against the wall and collapsed, but the warlord paid it no mind.

Somehow, somehow the prisoners got loose! He didn't know how, but somehow he knew that Sith Whore and her little toy were responsible! Well, they're dead and he was in charge! The prisoners may have escaped, but there were some mining droids still left and he could afford to use some of the B1s as miners with the excess of mining equipment left behind.

He tracked the prisoner's progress from the mines, through the winding hallways and into an armory, then into the hangar bay of a vehicle depot. His teeth ground furiously as he saw a slave steal his personal railjet. Then the AATs started destroying everything!

Nearly a fourth of his tanks and quite a sum of his droids were destroyed by the rampaging tanks, before one of his newly acquired missile cruisers lifted off and began swatting more of his forces out of the sky and into the ground!

He glared impotently at the fleeing ship as it slowly became a speck in the sky and slammed his hand into a keyboard.

"Nagg!" He roared into the flickering mess of the hologram, "We have an emergency! Nagg!"

A moment later, the hologram stopped flickering as the aqualish supervisor appeared, "Y-yes, my lord? What is it?"

"My prisoners have somehow escaped! They have stolen a cruiser and may be on their way! Find them! Destroy them!" Shouted Gout, spittle flying everywhere.

"M-my lord, we will require a little time to prepare, the last attack was at full power and it strained the systems. My people are repairing the focal lines as we speak," said Nagg nervously. "In the meantime, I will have my people begin tracking the ship. We have enough local defenses to hold it off for a little while."

"Do not fail me Nagg!" Gout growled, his teeth bared. "Or you will feel your head being crushed like a grape between my teeth!"

The warlord felt a little pleasure in watching the miserable little worm nod quickly and bow away. As the transmission ended, he began reconsolidating his forces. A hundred Vulture droids looked up at the command center as orders began transmitting to them, several dozen B1s manning a cruiser began working furiously as they sent the ship into the air, dozens upon dozens of fighters following them.

Their orders were simple: Reinforce the Weather Control Station, defend it at all costs.

How could it possibly go wrong?

-

The weather control station sat atop the very peak of the mountain, a single massive tower topped with a tesla disk that projected violent purple lightning into the sky. Standing guard at the base of the mountain and on the cliffs were dozens of tanks, legions of droid soldiers, and over two dozen Vulture starfighters patrolling the perimeter.

Sharp slid back down and pocketed his binoculars, "No way we're getting to that station without getting spotted. They've got no blind spots I can tell."

"Sir! A shuttle from the station! It looks like its heading our way," said Jark, laying on his belly as he peered through his sniper rifle's scope.

Koon threw himself behind an outcropping of rock and snow. "Cover!"

As the clones and Jedi hid, the shuttle landed, not too far away. The ramp lowered and a troop of B1s and a pair of Twi'leks and a rodian walked out, shivering in the cold wind.

Fisto peered from cover and spotted the group. "Technicians. And an armed escort. They must be here to repair something...but what?"

"Fisto, secure that shuttle." Whispered Koon as he crept out from the outcropping. "Jark, Sharp, Fixer, with me."

The rodian cried out in joy as they brushed the snow from a large junction box that was smoking slightly. Opening the box up, they began replacing burnt out parts with new one, before proclaiming the focals were as good as new.

Which was about when the first blaster bolt impacted the B1 before it could make a sound. By the time the other seven B1s reacted they were cut down by blaster bolts and lightsaber strikes.

"J-jedi!" Squeaked a technician in fear. The three pulled out blasters and began firing.

"Surrender, and you will not be harmed," Koon shouted as he reached out and tore the blasters from their hands.

The technicians hesitated, but they scattered, running for the fallen droid's blaster rifles. With a sigh, Fixer stunned them.

"Fixer, slice into that junction box and fix the station's own firing coordinates with itself," Sharp ordered, turning to the shuttle as an unfortunate B1's severed head was tossed out. Fisto walked out, looking pleased with himself.

"Done," said Fixer as he shut the junction box's door and secured it, "Next that thing decides to drop a hurricane on someone, they'll be in for a big surprise."

"A very big surprise," agreed Fisto, pointing at the sky. The Clones looked up as another missile cruiser and a swarm of Vulture droids began gathering around the weather station. Moments later, a massive plume of lightning shot into the sky and the clouds began rumbling.

"Well, speak of the devil," gasped Jark, a grin in his voice.

"Get into the shuttle," Sharp shouted, "We don't want to be here when that thing hits!"

-

"We have found the stolen cruiser, my lord," informed Nagg to the bulky hologram of Gout. "We are powering up the focal systems. They appear to be on a direct course to their staging grounds."

"Then fire, immediately!" Gout ordered, before disappearing.

"Do it!" Nagg said to a subordinate.

The tower rumbled as lightning shot into the sky, the clouds swirling as they gathered power and strength. Gale winds howled and began growing as the entire mountain shook. Vliapu Nagg looked around in abject fear as he rounded on his subordinates, "What in the blazes is going on?!"

"Sir! Someone has realigned the storm's focal node—the storm's right on top of us!" Shouted a technician.

"Shut it off, shut it off!" Shouted Nagg desperately, "Shut. It. O-"

It was too late.

The storm descended on the weather control station perched atop the mountain, ripping the tower off of the peak, satellite dishes and buildings tearing from their foundations and hurling up into the heavens. Vulture droidswere thrown about, torn apart, or impacting the hull of the cruiser as the hurricane tossed it about. The tower slammed into it's hangar bay, thrusting into it's main reactors. The hurricane expanded slightly as the reactor exploded, it's winds increasing in strength as it slowly began to move.