Star Wars - Darth Plagueis

hunkeringdown behind a bulkhead that braced a ribbon of highway coursing between the beach and the near-vertical cliffs beyond. Salvo’s communications specialist comlinked for aerial support against the batteries responsible for the worst of the fire.
    Through an opening in the bulkhead hastened the four members of a commando team, with a captive in tow. Unlike the troopers, the commandos wore gray shells of Katarn -class armor and carried heftier weapons. Hardened against magnetic pulses, their suits allowed them to penetrate defensive shields.
    The enemy combatant they had captured wore a long robe and tasseled headcloth but lacked the sallow complexion, horizontal facial markings, and cranial horns characteristic of the Koorivar. Like their fellow Separatists the Neimoidians, Passel Argente’s species had no taste for warfare, but felt no compunction about employing the best mercenaries credits could buy.
    The burly commando squad leader went immediately to Salvo.
    “Ion Team, Commander, attached to the Twenty-second out of Boz Pity.” Turning slightly in Shryne’s direction, the commando nodded his helmeted head.
    “Welcome to Murkhana, General Shryne.”
    Shryne’s dark brows beetled. “The voice is familiar …,” he began.
    “The face even more so,” the commando completed.
    The joke was almost three years old but still in use among the clone troopers, and between them and the Jedi.
    “Climber,” the commando said, providing his sobriquet. “We fought together on Deko Neimoidia.”
    Shryne clapped the commando on the shoulder. “Good to see you again, Climber—even here.”
    “As I told you,” Chatak said to Starstone, “Master Shryne has friends all over.”
    “Perhaps they don’t know him as well as I do, Master,” Starstone grumbled.
    Climber lifted his helmet faceplate to the gray sky. “A good day for fighting, General.”
    “I’ll take your word for it,” Shryne said.
    “Make your report, squad leader,” Salvo interrupted.
    Climber turned to the commander. “The Koorivar are evacuating the city, but taking their sweet time about it. They’ve a lot more faith in these energy shields than they should have.” He beckoned the captive forward and spun him roughly to face Salvo. “Meet Idis—human under the Koorivar trappings. Distinguished member of the Vibroblade Brigade.”
    “A mercenary band,” Bol Chatak explained to Starstone.
    “We caught him … with his trousers down,” Climber continued, “and persuaded him to share what he knows about the shoreline defenses. He was kind enough to provide the location of the landing platform shield generator.” The commando indicated a tall, tapered edifice farther down the beach. “Just north of the first bridge, near the marina. The generator’s installed two floors below ground level. We may have to take out the whole building to get to it.”
    Salvo signaled to his comlink specialist. “Relay the building coordinates to Gallant gunnery—”
    “Wait on that,” Shryne said quickly. “Targeting the building poses too great a risk to the bridges. We need them intact if we’re going to move vehicles into the city.”
    Salvo considered it briefly. “A surgical strike, then.”
    Shryne shook his head no. “There’s another reason for discretion. That building is a medcenter. Or at least it was the last time I was here.”
    Salvo looked to Climber for confirmation.
    “The general’s correct, Commander. It’s still a medcenter.”
    Salvo shifted his gaze to Shryne. “An enemy medcenter, General.”
    Shryne compressed his lips and nodded. “Even at this point in the war, patients are considered noncombatants. Remember what I said about hearts and minds, Commander.” He glanced at the mercenary. “Is the shield generator accessible from street level?”
    “Depends on how skilled you are.”
    Shryne looked at Climber.
    “Not a problem,” the commando said.
    Salvo made a sound of distaste. “You’d trust the word of a merc?”
    Climber pressed the muzzle of his DC-17 rifle into the small of the mercenary’s back. “Idis is on our side now, aren’t you?”
    The mercenary’s head bobbed. “Free of charge.”
    Shryne looked at Climber again. “Is your team carrying enough thermal detonators to do the job?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Salvo still didn’t like it. “I strongly recommend that we leave this to the Gallant .”
    Shryne regarded him. “What’s the matter, Commander, we’re not killing the Separatists