[Republic Commando] - [Short Stories](9)

“What about Grievous?”

Ordo handed the datapad to Skirata. “Last time Kom’rk got a fix on him it was leaked information. Someone wants us to find him. Until we work out who and why, we keep a little distance.”

“Works for me,” said Mereel.

Wars often didn’t make sense. He’d read plenty of history, and he’d absorbed Kal’buir’s lessons; politicians often made decisions that flew in the face of professional military advice. Whatever the Republic was up to, a long-running war of skirmishes suited Palpatine’s purpose.

But it didn’t suit Mereel. And it didn’t do the mounting numbers of clone casualties any good either. He felt no guilt whatsoever about using the taxpayers’ credit to get the best outcome for himself and his brothers, both those in the field now and those to come.

Three million against… how many? Hundreds of millions. They were bad odds, but they weren’t impossible, not with the Nulls and a few thousand commandos around. But working out odds meant being clear who the enemy was, and the more Mereel learned, the less certain he became.

“Cheer up,” said Prudii, “Average kill rates are going up all the time. I reckon we can shoot for at least 200-to-one.” He took a hand-size slab of metal out of his pack and held it up with a grin. Then he smacked it down hard on the edge of the console. It crazed and broke into pieces. “Those tinnies just can’t take the strain like we can.”

No, those weren’t impossible odds. Bad, maybe; but not impossible. Mereel sat back in the co-pilot’s seat, took out his datapad, and began combing through the hidden data of Kamino’s clonemaster. Ko Sai had the whole galaxy in which to hide, but she was hiding from men she had personally engineered to be the very best.