Non-Canon Omake - Aquila Squad. The Lost Chronicles.
"Sir," Eagle said. "We are engaging the primary targets."
"Let it go, let it go, do not genocide the planet whole," the Jedi Master they were following was humming to himself as he deflected blows of laser rifle with five floating lightsabers in front of him. "When you're done, have a drop of rum, the murder never bothered me anyway."
Lifting a hand, a massive wreckage of a torn apart tank rose and crushed a group of advancing enemies. "They are making it easy though. Thankfully nobody taught them not to fight by firing in formation," the man pointed out dryly. "Seriously, they're advancing in neat squares. Why aren't we winning all battles through steam-roll techniques?"
"They've got truckloads of them, sir," Rufous pointed out, ducking to avoid a nasty hit to the head by a peculiarly precise enemy droid.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing, Rufous," the Jedi said with a knowing nod, and the next moment, sparks of purple electricity sailed in the air. "Let there be thunder in the name of Thor!"
"Guys," Eagle said, "Now I understand why Jedi aren't allowed to get drunk."
"Aquila squad, Aquila squad come in," a voice beeped through the communicator of Eagle, who took the call with dread in his voice.
"Yes command?"
"What is the status?"
"We were holed up in the cantina when the Separatists attacked sir, but we managed to push them back and are now fighting in the streets-"
"I STING LIKE A BEE, I MURDER LIKE A BUTTERFREE-"
"What is that noise, trooper?"
"A drunk Jedi, sir."
"Repeat that."
"A drunk Jedi, sir."
"Ah."
"Yes." Eagle winced as there was a loud ruckus up ahead. The Jedi Master assigned to them had begun to laugh as he moved his hands around...no, more precisely, he was waving a flag made of a broken iron pole and a red, white and green cloth tied together.
He was singing a song in a foreign language too -maybe his native world's language- and as he did that, he military saluted in front of him.
"What was in his drink?" Hawk whispered to Wedge, who scratched the underside of his helmet before looking at Eagle, who in turn shrugged and looked at Rufous.
Rufous sheepishly looked sideways and coughed something out.
"Isn't that, like, poisonous?"
"I thought Jedi needed to be less uppity! Pardon me for trying to make our General have some fun!"
"This. Is. Spartaaaa!" the Jedi Master had somehow made a mountain of droids and was now kicking them down -as they tried to climb it- by kicking them off one at the time.
"THIS. IS. SPARTAAA!"
"SAVOIAAA!"
"Who wants to tell him the Separatists have retreated and he's fighting turned off clankers?" Eagle hazarded a few minutes later.
He turned and realized he had been left alone by his squad.
Seriously.
He hadn't been trained for this shit.
*all things said, I had no plans for Aquila squad. If the Muse is willing, that might change.
