Star Wars: Guys Night Out Chapter 6

Jaster and his brothers stepped out into the back alley behind the game den, Wild Card power walked towards one end of the ally to get to their speeder. But when they got to the end, they saw Pack clones waiting around their ride. Though these troopers wore the same colors as the previous batch, these boys had an image of a nexu's head printed on a random place on each clones armor.
“Perfect,” said a frustrated Joker. “more of them. Now what?”
“Maybe we should just give up,” said Chatter. “i-if we turn ourselves in, then perhaps Hammer will go easy on us.”
“You're kidding right?” asked Shiny. “this is commander Hammer we're talking about! He's the reason troopers don't break the rules! Do you honestly think he'll go let us off with a slap on the on the wrist with a reputation like his?!”
Chatter then lowered his head in silence, feeling like an idiot for suggesting giving up.
“Exactly.” said Shiny with a nod.
Jaster grit his teeth and squinted his eyes as possible plans ran through his head. He then turned to his brothers. “Alright, here's what we need to do.”

The Pack clones stood with their backs to the vehicle, creating a barrier between the people and the speeder. One trooper watched the game den as he placed his left index and middle finger on the left side of his helmet.
“Hey Twitch,” said the trooper casually. “Charr here of team three. We found their speeder thanks to that tracker your boy planted. And a couple of the locals say they saw our targets go into Zax's Coner.”
“Good job team three.” said Twitch through the com. “wait there, my team and team two are heading to you now. These clones are tricky, so do not engage unless you have to. Until then, wait for our arrival. Is that clear?”
“Understood Twitch. Charr out.” He lowered his hand and turned to his squad. “Alright troopers, back up is on it's way. Our orders are to wait until they show up then we catch these idiots.”
“Sir,” said one of the troopers. “is back up really necessary? So they got pass one team, it wouldn't be the first.”
“True,” said Charr, still starring at the game den. “but these aren't everyday clones. Wild Card is a maverick squad, they don't think like normal troopers. They're unpredictable. Hell, they'll blow up half a building if they think it'll help them beat the seps. So don't underestimate them, got it?”
The trooper was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Yes sir.”
“Good, now we wait.”
Pack two didn't have to wait very long, one of the troopers saw Wild Card step out of the ally and walk in the opposite direction of the speeder.
“Sir!” said the trooper. “they're over there!”
Charr looked where the trooper was pointing and barely saw Wild Card in the crowd. “Alright boys, set your blasters to stun and lets move.”
The Pack abandoned the speeder and moved into the crowd, keeping their distance from their targets. Then Charr placed his two left fingers on his helmet and activated his com. “Twitch, it's Charr, Wild Card left the game den and are now trying to hide in the crowd.”
“Understood Charr,” said Twitch. “stay with them-but remember, don't engage until we're there. Keep your com open so we can find you.”
“Roger that sir.” Charr kept his com on as he and his squad continue to tail Wild Card. Wild Card walk down a few blocks, crossed a couple of streets, entered two shops then backtracked to the den. But when they got closer to the den, they quickly turned down a alley way a building away. Charr carefully looked down the alley Wild Card took and saw that they put themselves in the perfect place to be captured. It was only them in there, there was nothing for them to hide behind, and the alley was so long, they wouldn't be able to get to the other end before he and his squad stunned them. Perfect. Thought Charr.
“They trapped themselves.” said Charr. “Get ready men, we're going in.”
“But sir,” said a trooper. “we have our orders.”
Charr quickly looked over his shoulder at the trooper. “This is a golden opportunity, and we're taking it!”
Charr looked back down the alley with his left hand raised, telling his troopers to wait. They waited barely a moment, then Charr moved his hand forward and they all went in with their blasters aimed at Wild Card.
“FREEZE!” shouted Charr as his and his squads blasters mad their charging sound.
Wild Card stopped.
“Put your hands up, and turn around slowly.”
Wild Card complied, they raised their hands and turned around with blank looks on their faces. The Pack moved in cautiously, their blasters still on Wild Card.
“Not very bright ducking into an alley, maybe you guys aren't as smart as I thought you were.”
The Wild Card clones looked at each other for a moment, then back at the Pack clones with big grins.
“What?” asked Charr who was getting annoyed at their smug faces.
“Holy frag,” said Joker sounding slightly surprised. “you really haven't noticed yet have you?”
Charr slightly lowered his blaster, he stared at them for a moment with a raised brow. Then his eyes widened as he realized he was looking at Jaster, Joker, Shiny and Lucky, but no Chatter.
“Where's your fifth?” Charr asked but was quickly answered when he heard sentients scream in a panic as the roar of an engine began to grow. He and his squad turned around to see Wild Card's speeder in front of the entrance of the alley with Chatter behind the wheel with a derange smile on his face. The engine roared louder as Chatter drove in, the alley was only wide enough for a vehicle, so the Pack couldn't move out of the way, so instead they fell to the floor as the speeder passed over them. The speeder was high enough that the Pack barely felt the repulsers as it passed. Chatter stopped in front of Wild Card, then his brothers climbed over the hood of the vehicle and into the seats, then Chatter shot off into the street at the other end of the alley. The Pack quickly got back on their feet and ran back to their black speeder. They piled into the speeder and Charr started the engine... but nothing happened. He tried again, but still nothing. Charr got out of his seat and open the hood and was shocked to see the engine was practically torn apart.
“Those little-”Charr was saying until he cut himself of by slamming the hood shut and kicking the face of the vehicle as curses poured out of his mouth.