C2P3

There was grievous damage to both ships, the rear fin underneath the superstructure had been shattered, the ugly remains tearing straight into the forward bow of the star destroyer.

Worse still, the superstructure under the Munificent frigate crumpled, the entire mass cutting scars along the upper hull of the Venator's uppermost superstructure. Fires were burning from countless hull breaches, infernos covering hundreds of meters of torn plating.

But as soon as the frigates halted, their complement of mechanical soldiers began to march. Tens of thousands of figures could be seen with the naked eye crawling out of hatches and hangar bays.

An entire army swarmed as they threw themselves into the open wounds.

One figure jerked as something entered it's body, stilling for a moment before returning to life.

Assuming direct control, I thought with a mental grin. I tested the limbs and found myself in the correct body I had chosen for this task. The BX Commando's programming was confused and unable to respond to the intrusion, I ignored it for now.

I was inside the burning corridor of the star destroyer, the bodies of clones and enlisted scattered about. I raised my blaster and sent a mental command to the troops assembled around me.

"Take engineering and the bridge, capture the Admiral and his officers!"

"By your command!" Shouted the battledroids in the airless vacuum. It almost seemed like no time before the hatch was cut through and we were running down the halls against a sporadic hail of blaster bolts.

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Venator-Class Star Destroyer Liberator

Bridge

Admiral Wezler grimaced as a lance of pain cut into the haze that had settled around him. Gritting his teeth as he opened his eyes, he found himself crumpled against the cold floor. With a groan of pain, he looked around and saw only destruction and death.

Many of the bridge was damaged. Smoke and the ozone of burning electronics filled the air, his men were sporting injuries, and there was another bridge not a hundred meters from his own. Inside, he could see a hologram in front of the command throne. It was a cloaked humanoid, two bright yellow eyes glowing underneath the hood.

As if it could sense his presence, it looked right into his eyes before vanishing.

Suppressing a shiver, Wezler forced himself to stand, just as someone ran up to him. It was a clone officer, and he didn't look too good.

"Sir, we're being boarded! We have droids making their way up to the bridge!"

Well. Damn.

Wezler's face tightened as he recomposed himself. "Organize what remains of our forces. We will hold out here. Barricade the halls, hand out weapons to every man and woman! We will make our stand here!"

"Aye sir!"

A medic hurried towards him, but he waved the man away to little effect. He endured the sudden numbness slowly spreading across his limb as the medic applied a sling and splint to his broken arm.

Pulling out his standard issue blaster pistol, he checked it's power supply and found it full. The Admiral grimaced again as a dull explosion shook the floor, jostling his injured arm.

"What was that?" He demanded.

"Droids have penetrated all the lower decks. They just used breaching charges on the turbolifts we jammed," replied his number one breathlessly. The young corellian didn't look very good, what with his pale face and the bloody bandage around his head. "We're holding them off in the turbolift shafts, but-"

Someone shouted in the hallway, his blaster alight as bolts flew upwards. "Buzzers in the ventilation! They're - Eiiiaaaah!"

Both the Admiral and his number one whipped their heads around as dozens of small ball-like machines dropped from the ceiling, drills and cutters buzzing menacingly.

Without a thought, both raised their weapons and began firing.