King
Character
-- Intro --
Abridon - 20 BBY
Four clone troopers stood shoulder to shoulder in a dimly lit room, each adorned with Phase II armor. Above a red light swirled illuminating the room in red flashes. Steam rose from the grates that made up the floor, helping to add the sinister look to the room.
"You'd think they'd made it look a bit friendlier." Said the Clone Trooper on the left, his armor sported signs of battles past like most senior clones armor did. A jester was painted onto the right side of his chest plate, and his armor was striped with a deep yellowy paint.
"Keep it down Joker. You know the circumstances of this facility." Spoke up the trooper next to the one called 'Joker'. This ones armor was covered in red stripes, he wore large shoulder pads and seemed to have modified his armor giving it a larger chest plate and thicker padding around the legs and arms. He had a Razoronn painted on his chest plate.
"What circumstances is that aye Prince?" Joker asked as he stared through a view window at some sort of general behind the tinted glass. "Some hot shot thinks that the Separatists are gonna attack this planet so they decided to whack us in carbonite until the tin heads show up or the war ends and they forget about us?"
"Don't forget the fact that they want it to be so secret that they dug a hole into the side of a mountain to hide us." This time it was the clone on the far right. This one sounded younger somehow. He was the replacement troop, new to the quad. Jack. His armor while still a Phase II was cleaner, less worn and just fresher. Green stripes coated his, and he seemed to lack an insignia on his chest plate.
"Quiet Jack. Joker, Prince, cool it. We have our mission and we're gonna do it like any other." The trooper in the middle spoke up this time. King had purple stripes running down his armor, the skull of a Kryat dragon on his chest plate. "If the Republic think that this planets in danger then we are gonna do our best to protect it." King had a small antenna coming up from the right side of his helmet, a shoulder pad on his right shoulder, pouched hanging of his thigh and a knife sheathed across his left chest plate.
Crown Squad stood together as the red light continued to flash. Workers of multiple races hurried around connecting hoses, flicking switches and playing with all sorts of control boards. A voice came over the intercoms, the figure in behind the viewing window look down on the troopers.
"Crown Squad. You have been selected in a very discrete mission, in that you will lay dormant in carbonite until need in the event of war on the planet. You are not alone, scatted across the planet a more groups like you. We believe there is a worm somewhere in our chain of command, hence the secrecy. Is that understood Joker?" The voice asked, but without leave time for a replied continued. "You have one minute before you go under troopers. All the best." With that the figure left.
The light flickered faster now, and a siren rang out in the small room.
"Alright Troopers. Remember it's gonna be hell when we come out. Helmets off. I'd hate for the hibernation sickness make you vomit in your helmet." King said with a half smile.
"Ten, nine, eight..." A robotic voice counted down.
"Stay strong boys. I'll see yous in the morning."
"Three, two, one."
The light flashed green. Four troopers were lowered into a small chamber in what seemed like a matter of seconds. The machine hissed and sizzled. Four carbonite statues emerged. The troopers now dead to the world around them.
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