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Private Unlucky Reassignment - Part 2



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//: Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' //:
//: ISD LADY OF FORTUNE //:
//: Attire //:
//: Unlucky Reassignment Part 1 //:

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Located in the Star Destroyer Hangar Bay, CT-312 was inside one of the modified gunships, labeled ‘AC-011-A’. Inside the ship’s loading bay there were four drop pods. Two on both sides of the bay. In between the pods are two mounted seats for the users. She walked further in, to the back right pod. Standing in front, she began to thoroughly inspect it. Placing her right hand on it, a small smile formed underneath her helmet. CT-312 chuckled silently to herself.

‘Will death finally come for me?‘ She thought while staring into the pod. To undo the mistake that is her existence.

The Ultimate Judgement.
Letting the Gods decide their fate.
A Gamble. she said out loud in a low amusing tone.

She embraced it.

Noises can be heard just outside of the ship’s loading bay. CT-312’s hand dropped from the pod, she faced towards the direction of the sound.

Two troopers came into view. Both troopers had their helmets off, carrying it underneath their arms. CT-312 just stared, analyzing the pair. The trooper on the left had a blue line marking down the right eye of their helmet and a few blue bar markings on their armor, indicating that they were a Stormtrooper Commander. He seemed to have a big build, more belly if anything. He was the loudest. Very boisterous. To the right, the trooper was awkwardly laughing and agreeing at whatever the Commander was saying. He had a slim lanky build and was a bit hunched over. Their armor had distinguishably red solid colors on the legs, belt, upper part of the chest plate, and shoulders. The helmet had red bars painted around them. A Shock Trooper, CT-312 deduced.

Both Troopers just stood in front of AC-011-A’s loading bay. Turning away and facing outward, not noticing who was inside.

‘Well this is an interesting make up.’ she pondered. It seems to be a ragtag team. It was evident that whoever was in charge did not care about the squad's makeup. A couple minutes have passed and the Commander and Shock Trooper still have not noticed. CT-312 continued to observe. The Commander was emphasizing out loud.

“You know, back where I was stationed, I led our units to many victories! I single handedly planned out all our strategic advances. Leading from the front!” Puffing out his chest. “They have stories about me! Ha Ha Ha.” He slapped the back of the Shock Trooper, making him almost drop his helmet. “Clearly the Empire needs someone of my genius magnitude to take the helm. I wouldn’t be surprised if they promoted me to Commander for this new Trooper initiative when we get back! Ha!”

The Shock Trooper was nodding his head fervently. He was in awe with everything the Commander was saying. “W-What about them saying that they don’t expect us to s-survive?” he anxiously said.

“They’re just trying to scare us. They wouldn’t send us to die on our first mission! It’s to just weed out the cowards you know?” With a smile, he leaned over and winked at the Shock Trooper. He stood back up “Don’t worry, whenever the remaining squad gets here. I’ll lead the mission. With me in charge we’ll be the best squad out there!” pointing his thumb at himself.

Dying brain cells.

CT-312 felt her brain cells die right then and there from overhearing the conversations between the two. Like hell she would follow someone sounding like that. She is for the success of the mission. Not jeopardize it. CT-312 spoke out loud, interrupting the Commander and Shock Trooper’s conversation.

No. a low gruff tone emitted from her helmet.

Both troopers looked around, trying to locate where her voice was coming from.

Behind.” CT-312 said in disbelief.

The Commander and Shock Trooper finally turned around to face inside the ship’s loading bay. Surprised expressions on their faces. Finally noticing who was inside and that they were not alone like they had assumed.

She let out a heavy sigh. ‘Gods be really testing her.’

 
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JACEN BRESKA
CT-312 CT-312

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// ISD Lady of Fortune\\

Jacen raised his head as the other troopers entered the ship, taking stock of what they had to offer with the hopes that perhaps these two would help bring their rag tag squad that little bit extra oomph they needed to achieve victory…and hopefully survive. But as they began to speak, to show who they were, he found that, unfortunately, they did not fill his heart with hope.

Jacen’s heart dropped as the one with the commander’s pauldron started yapping about how brilliant of a tactician he was…Someone who didn’t…grasp the enormity of the situation they found themselves in. With hopeful eyes he cast a glance to the other soldier, a shock trooper, before his panic began to show through.

Jacen put his head back in his hands.

I’m so dead. he kept thinking to himself, repeating it like a mantra. The thought really began to soothe him in a way after a bit. Like a foregone conclusion, it eased the panic and fear he felt inside his own chest if only slightly. The trooper with the pauldron was now blatantly lying to the Shock trooper, saying that the Imperials were, themselves, lying about the fatality associated with this mission.

Imperials don’t lie… he thought to himself. No, he was certain, the mission was surely death. But perhaps this was how the Pauldron coped. Lying to himself, convincing others to believe his lie, create a world of falsehoods to protect himself from the harsh reality the truth presented. But he wouldn’t follow someone who deluded himself. He’d only get them all killed.

Jacen didn’t know how to voice his concern, or even if he should, but the other trooper spoke up first, startling the two others, which brought a small smile to his face before it immediately disappeared.

“You didn’t look to see what was around in the ship before you just…started talking?” He asked, putting his head back in his hands and sighing loudly before standing.

“Whatever. Whatever!” He said, throwing his hands away from his head and standing, grabbing his helmet. “We’re here now. This is it. Whatever.” He said, dragging a gloved hand down his face as he turned away from the others, facing the front of the ship.

“They said we were supposed to get our orders proper, we haven’t yet, unless you two have it?” He turned back around and gestured at the two of them, “Who am I kidding of course you don’t.”

Jacen turned to look into the green reflective visor of the Clone before shrugging his shoulders over exaggeratedly and turning back away, looking at the components on the wall, trying to ignore the feeling of dread slowly returning to his heart.


We’re so dead.

 


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//: Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' //:
//: ISD LADY OF FORTUNE //:
//: Attire //:
//: Unlucky Reassignment Part 1 //:
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“You didn’t look to see what was around in the ship before you just…started talking?”
The Commander chuckled nervously. He finally looked around his environment properly. Noticing the young male that just questioned him. Dawning red and black armor, his short black hair that was groomed at one point, he looked stressed. Behind this young fellow was something unusual. The Commander paused. Was his eyes playing tricks on him? Chuckling out loud, “Well, to be fair the camouflage in space really did its job, if you know what I mean!” He hollered laughing with his hand on his belly, wiping a tear from his eye. “If the camouflage didn’t do it, his height surely did! BA HA HA!” He slapped the back of the Shock Trooper so hard he fell face forward onto the ship’s loading ramp.

As Shock Trooper scrambled back on his feet laughing out loud hesitantly. He added “S-Should have said something from all the way down t-there! Y-Yeah!” pleased of himself. His hands erratically dusting off his armor from the ramp’s dirt.



Teeth gritted. Annoyed. No. Pissed. Beyond pissed. CT-312 wanted to just fix the problem right then and there. Sparing the decrepit gunship’s fuel economy and pain of it carrying two dead weights.

Accidents happen.
All the time.
She didn’t really ‘need’ a full squad to get the job done. Fully confident in her ability to complete the mission solo if need be.

“Whatever. Whatever!”, “We’re here now. This is it. Whatever.”
CT-312 snapped out of her ‘problem-solving’ thoughts. Observing TK-710 rubbing his face as he paced around asking about orders. She remained silent as he stopped in front of her, staring. Waiting to see if he would say anything.

Nothing.

She understood how he felt. Watching him lift his shoulders high up, turning away, dropping them in defeat. CT-312 felt his dread about the two idiotic Troopers that stood before them. ‘Shame he’s just a kid.’ thinking about how this suicide mission already has two feet buried in the ground.

Before the Commander was able to open his mouth, a loud amused voice emitted throughout the entire hangar bay.

“Troopers, Welcome. Look around you… All of you from different parts of the galaxy. Brought here united under the Sith Empire. This is an honor. A privilege. Right now, you Lot don’t deserve to be out in the front lines. You are not worthy…and yet you all will be given the opportunity to prove yourself. Your courage, perseverance, wit, and most importantly loyalty!”

Subtle footsteps stepping in unison could be heard. Officers dressed in black imperial uniform appeared, individually splitting off from the marching line to each gunship. Reaching in front of each loading bay ramp, they halted. Standing tall, hands behind their back. The speaker's voice continued.

“Only the top performing squads will be fortunate enough to continue through this program. Some of you may die, but that is the sacrifice the Empire is willing to make!”

In perfect harmony, each officer stationed extended their hand out holding a hologram device. A planet was shown. It was mostly a water base that had islands and a few large landmasses. The aftermath of the recent Sith’s invasion caused most of the dominant sand covered land to have glassed over in some parts.

Woostri. That is the planet you all will be observed on. There are remaining rebel fighters that are guarding Critical Data Intelligence that your Empire wants! Retrieve it, upload the SSD through the communications tower to the Mors Mon. Consider yourself blessed by the Emperor and Empress. You all are lucky to even be in that ship’s presence. ”

The hologram projection of the briefing disappeared. Officers stepped aside as multiple weapon racks appeared on cue. Followed by ammo and supply racks settling next to the weapons.

“You will select the weapons and items you feel the utmost confidence with to bring success to this mission. Choose Wisely. We look forward to your performance. ”

As the voice cut out, the hanger came back to life. Troopers from other gunships went to their racks prepping for the mission. Officers that remained, closely observed. The Commander and Shock trooper scrambled towards the rack, almost tumbling over each other. It didn’t take long for them to be walking back up the ramp into the gunship. CT-312 raised a brow behind her helmet. Watching as the Commander grabbed only a standard bolt pistol, some ammo, and a medpac. Opposite of the Shock Trooper who wrapped themselves in ammo belts, picking up an assault rifle, stim, and data pad. Both looked proud as they moved back up the ramp, sitting at the remaining left side drop pods.

‘Sand and glass.’ CT-312 started brainstorming. ‘Not grab and go, but also defend.’ Breaking down the information into simplistic points. ‘Performance? Ugh.’ she sighed heavily out loud. CT-312 made her way in front of the racks. Head slowly turning, analyzing the weapons and supplies.

Oh yeah.
‘This could work.’ a small smirk appeared.

 
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JACEN BRESKA
CT-312 CT-312

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Emphatically, Jacen refused to acknowledge the two bumbling idiots any further, electing instead to die believing no trooper would dare be as incompetent as these two. He continued to quietly sulk as he attempted to ignore the goings on behind him, just shy of putting his fingers in his ears and going ‘la la la’, until the boom of an authoritative voice came blasting over the comm systems.

“Troopers, Welcome. Look around you… All of you from different parts of the galaxy. Brought here united under the Sith Empire. This is an honor. A privilege. Right now, you Lot don’t deserve to be out in the front lines. You are not worthy…and yet you all will be given the opportunity to prove yourself. Your courage, perseverance, wit, and most importantly loyalty!”

The briefing immediately brought Jacen’s attention back to the here and now, and he turned just in time to see the Officers show the mission objectives.

Woostri

He had heard of the battle fought there while he was languishing away protecting some useless base on the far side of Sith space. A chance to prove himself? On the Empire’s newly conquered planet? If he had a choice, he’d still be there. It was just…the class of people he’d be there with.

As the weapon racks appeared, Jacen waited a moment, allowing the others to grab their weapons. For his sanity, he continued to ignore the two Bumbletroopers, and watched as the Camo Clone walked with purpose, collecting, taking things with consideration. Something Jacen’d mimic.

Almost immediately something on the bottom rack caught his eye, and as he turned around to check to see what everyone else on his team grabbed, he turned back to it. Everyone else had gone purely offensive.Too many grenades, or too many energy cells. Not enough consideration for when they’d get hit.

And they would get hit.

Jacen sighed and put his helmet on to free his hands before grabbing the item: a medical bag. He opened the top and inspected its contents to find several bacta stims as well as other medical items. He shouldered the bag and looked back on the rack, spotting a mid-range blaster-rifle. He grabbed it and pocketed two spare batteries for it. If he needed any more than that, the fight was over anyway. A couple of concussion grenades, and a rifle conversion kit, and he turned around heading back up the ramp.

The other two troopers, well mostly the pauldron-wearing crik faced moron, tried to speak to him but he held up his hand before saying, “Listen. I don’t care. I simply do not. We have our orders,” he tapped his temple, and a small map appeared in his Heads Up Display, before disappearing. “Nothing you say to me right now is gonna make me feel real good. So just, both of you. Please. Shush. Focus on what you’re going to do when we get down there.” The commander started to talk, trying to impart the need for one of his masterful, gift-from-the-gods plans, “No- just stop. Before you even start, just stop. I’m not gonna follow your kriffing plan. I’m gonna follow protocol. And the mission objectives. I’m not gon-Look-listen.” He put his equipment down on a seat, “I see what you both geared up with. Don’t try to be squad-minded now. We’ll get down there, we’ll die or we won’t. Kay? Kay.”

Jacen sat down, and thought silently to himself. Having a plan was good. But this wasn’t a team. It was an execution that they might just walk away from. The couple of hours between now and the mission start wouldn’t be enough time to establish some kind of team dynamic, so reverting to his training was all Jacen could think to do when the time came.

As he thought, sighing to himself that maybe he made some enemies in his team again, the klaxons in the hanger bay started to blare.

“Go time…” he said to himself as the hanger began to buzz with activity and the ships began to prepare for take off.
 


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//: Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' //:
//: WOOSTRI //:
//: Attire //:
//: Unlucky Reassignment Part 1 //:

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CT-312 caught TK-710 in her peripherals. Watching him as he moved closer to the racks with consideration. It was slightly reassuring that there was at least one person in the squad that was taking this seriously. She noticed TK-710 grabbed items fitted more of a support role. As he walked back into the gunship. CT-312 could faintly hear TK-710 telling the two other Troopers to stop talking any further.

“Hey there, soldier”, the Commander smiled trying to warm up to TK-710. “I got this idea.”

Nervously the Shock Trooper encouraged “It’s a g-good idea too! He’s got s-so much experience”

“Listen. I don’t care. I simply do not. We have our orders,”
“Being a young lad, you're probably looking for some guidance on how to do these types of mission-”

“Nothing you say to me right now is gonna make me feel real good. So just, both of you. Please. Shush. Focus on what you’re going to do when we get down there.”
“B-but-”

Offended, the Commander expressed “I should really take the helm-”

“No- just stop. Before you even start, just stop. I’m not gonna follow your kriffing plan. I’m gonna follow protocol. And the mission objectives. I’m not gon-Look-listen.” , “I see what you both geared up with. Don’t try to be squad-minded now. We’ll get down there, we’ll die or we won’t. Kay? Kay.”
“D-Die? They w-wouldn’t do that to us! The Commander here told me s-so”

Disgruntled, the commander elbowed the Shock Trooper whom he was sitting next to. “No. They wouldn’t do that. That’d be a waste of resources. But it looks like it’ll be you and I to carry this sorry set of a squad”, glaring at TK-710.

CT-312 eyes snapped back to the items that caught her attention. Without hesitation she went straight for the detonation packs, attaching them at the back of her belt. Her other hand reached out to the belt of thermal grenades, slinging them across her body. Choosing the DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle, a couple of power cells, she placed in her ammo pouch. Her hand went past over the data pad and she pocketed the paper mission map. As she turned and took a few steps towards the gunship she stopped. Realizing she forgot one more item. Turning back around and grabbing three stimpacks, sliding them in her front belt pouches. Finally making her way back into the gunship, sitting in the seat next to her drop pod.

Moments later a loud siren blasted throughout the whole hanger bay, red lights flashing, all the gunships loading ramps raised, sealing them inside. Rumbling could be felt as they started to lift off the hanger pad. Pressure against their bodies from the acceleration of the gunships as it exited out of the Star Destroyer, all heading to Woostri.

Enjoying the moment of serenity. CT-312 had her legs stretched out crossed at the ankles, arms folded, with their head tilted back against the uncomfortable headrest. Eyes closed, envisioning the mission map and the mission objectives.

The silence was unexpectedly cut short; it was the Shock Trooper. “W-we should introduce ourselves a-at least. I’m c-CT-1013.” Fidgeting in his seat.

‘Another clone.’ Like herself. She could tell he too was different from the rest of the 'standard' clones. CT-312 felt a tinge of sympathy for CT-1013. If it weren’t for the fact that he was following a moronic Trooper and came off as pigeon-hearted, maybe, just maybe she would’ve cared more.

Heavily expressing, “I’m TK-2120 or you can call me Commander, the big bellied Command Trooper looked sternly at both TK-710 and CT-312. “Don’t be crying to me when you both have no idea what you’re doing during the mission” he sneered.

CT-312 exasperatedly opened her eyes for an eyeroll. ‘Well that didn’t take long.’ She found it amusingly how quickly TK-2120’s tone changed. Revealing more of his true nature. Not bothering to angle her helmet to look at the other troopers, she gave a deadpan reply “CT-312.”

A familiar voice cut through the gunship’s intercom.

“Look lively everyone, it’s time to show the Empire what you got! Expect the unexpected and prove your worthiness!”

Standing up promptly, CT-312 patted herself down. Doing a final gear check. Stepping in front of her drop pod she raised her left hand to touch the mouth of her helmet, slamming it down, hitting her bottom fist into the door of the drop pod.

THUNK

She proceeded to hit the release button opening the door. Stepping in, CT-312 settled herself. She could see TK-2120 and CT-1013 squirming uncomfortably into their pods. Shaking her head, she hit the button to seal the pod. A countdown could be heard inside.

…5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

The force of the drop pod's ejection was definitely something that needed to get used to. The intense shaking and rattling as the metal frame groaned. CT-312 focused on taking slow and controlled breaths as they were launched in this metal coffin to gods know where. It felt like eons, but it was only mere minutes when the drop pods made contact with the ground. Causing the sand and glass to spread in a cloud where they impacted. Pulling the latch inside, the door flung upon. CT-312 stormed out with her gun up scanning for enemies. Ready for combat.

Something was off.

The other troopers came to a halt. Looking around the area confused as well.

'Where was the enemy?'

She lowered her weapon and noticed there were other drop pods in their landing location. But their Troopers were nowhere to be seen. Familiar looking metal debris littered the ground they were on. Quickly deducing that there were more pods than troopers. She proceeded slowly, weapon ready. The wind gusted, kicking up the sand. A glint of glass reflecting off the sun caught CT-312’s attention. She stopped. Inspecting the sand and glass ground more carefully, something was partially revealed.

'Parts? Trooper parts?'

It clicked. She whipped her head up. Looking up from where they just dropped. Swearing out loud “KARK” . CT-312 slinged her gun on her back and started to bolt away from the other troopers and empty drop pods. Bumping into TK-710’s shoulder as she ran past him, she turned her helmet briefly at him RUN. as she continued.

TK-2120 and CT-1013 could hear the other troopers around them talking about the camo trooper that passed them. They watched as she sprinted off.

“What a nut job. Good thing we aren’t associating ourselves with th-”

A drop pod landed on some poor Troopers that were off to the side of TK-2120 and CT-1013. Sand and glass being flung into the air. Confusion and Terror took over. The remaining Troopers started to scatter and flee. Yelling at each other which direction to go. More drop pods landed unexpectedly. Some crashed into other drop pods, destroying the empty pods into mere metal chunks of debris. Littering the zone. Others crushing, if not narrowly crushing more Troopers as they flee.

“W-What IS HAPPENING?!”, horror filled CT-1013. He didn’t wait for an answer and ran towards the direction of the camo trooper.

“Wait for me! That’s an Order!”, TK-2120 doing their best to keep up with the Shock Trooper.

Breathing heavily, CT-312 continued running forward. Looking up, around, and behind her, she slowed finally. Catching her breathe. She could see the other Troopers running towards her direction frantically as the new wave of Troopers were being dropped right on top of them.

'Expect the unexpected.' The Empire is crazy.

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The drop pod felt like a coffin. Claustrophobic metal dropping through the skies free fall, only a rudimentary guidance system ensuring it landed where it was programmed to


Fitting. Since they say I should be dead, he thought as he fell, his heart lodged firmly in his throat.

Jacen squeezed his eyes shut, breathing through his mouth trying to grasp any semblance of control he could as the pod beeped a warning seconds before slamming into the ground.

“Agh!” Jacen exclaimed, shaking his head as he recovered from the impact, finding the release latch and tugging on it before jumping out of the pod and quickly scanning his surroundings.

“At least they picked the drop site well.” He muttered to himself, lowering his weapon, content after not spotting any initial resistance until suddenly a weight slammed into his shoulder from behind. “What the hell?” He said, turning to meet faceplate to face plate with the Clone, CT-312 as they ran past.

“RUN!” they yelled.

“What? W-” he started to say, cut off as another drop pod landed behind him, crushing a portion of his own pod and sending an impact wave and debris hurdling forward, sending Jacen flying forward and landing face down in the ground.

“Oh god.” He said as he turned, looking up into the sky as a sea of drop pods continued to rain down. Jacen looked down at the landing site, watching as other troopers came to the realization too late, crushed underneath pods or showered in shrapnel, as he was, though not as lucky.

“Oh god!” he repeated, scrambling back up to his feet, picking up his weapon and running off in the same direction as CT-312, where didn’t matter as long as it was away from the landing zone. Yeah, they picked the drop zone well. Couldn't get enough of it, apparently.

How many troopers just died like that? he asked himself silently.

When he caught up with CT-312, he bent down and caught his breath, following her eyes back to the landing zone as more troopers finally caught up to them.

As one approached, another trooper dressed in black and red, he began to speak,
“Hey what the hell gives? Why woul-” a blue blaster bolt coming from somewhere behind 312 and Jacen, split the difference between them and hit the trooper in the head, ending his sentence prematurely as he crumpled down to the ground.

“OH MY GOOD GOD!” Jacen exclaimed, quickly dropping to the ground as a wave of blue blaster bolts soared over head. The troopers behind them, including the other two from their squad, all scrambled for whatever bits of cover they could find as the rebel onslaught continued to unleash a storm of blaster fire all over the unprepared and dazed troopers.

Taking a moment to calm himself, get over his panic, Jacen lifted his head, staring up into the direction of the attack. Just behind a short hill, he spotted a collection of heads. Three, with one behind a heavy turret.. “A patrol?” he turned his head to 312. “Just a patrol I think! But you can be damned sure they alllll know we’re here now!” He said, shouldering his rifle and returning fire. Red and blue blaster fire crossed the skies between the two positions, but the rebel surprise was wasted now. The troopers, all now in a firing position, returned fire together. As the firefight continued, he keyed his comm to communicate to his team,

“Hey, ‘Commander’” he said, unable to hide the sarcasm in his voice, “You’ve a plan? You a leader? Prove it! Prove it now!” He focused his attention back on the Patrol, cursing silently as he saw another head pop out, a fourth.

“They have reinforcements!” He looked back towards the troopers that still made it, surviving the bloody drop and the ambush…Less than half of what could have fit in all those ships back on the Fortune.

We win this in terms of numbers and firepower now…as it stands…with time. Time we don't have. If this goes on any longer they’ll call more reinforcements down.

Jacen looked back at the ‘Commander’, blubbering away some half baked plan that, Jacen noticed, kept himself out of harm’s way.

He looked at 312. “Guy’s on his own page. It’s you and me. You and me.” He said, nodding, “Please tell me you have something.”

 


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//: Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' //:
//: WOOSTRI //:
//: Attire //:
//: Unlucky Reassignment Part 1 //:

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CT-312 looked at TK-710 catching his breath. Pleased that he made it out in one piece. As one of the Troopers neared them, they tried to grab her attention.

“Hey what the hell gives? Why woul-”

A blue blaster bolt connected at the random Trooper's head. CT-312 immediately dropped to the ground. Thankful for her camouflage colored gear. Realizing that’s what most likely saved her life vs the out of place red and black armor of the now deceased Trooper. As the other Troopers converged on their point, they were caught off guard. A shower of blaster bolts aimed their way. More fell, while others were blind firing towards the direction of where the blue bolts came from.

“OH MY GOOD GOD!”

‘Dramatic.’ CT-312 just watched from the ground how disorganized the Troopers became. Some tried to charge forward only to get shot down. Others tried to take charge with no one really listening. A few coward in the sand with their visor planted face first, hoping the bloodshed would end.

“A patrol?” he turned his head to 312. “Just a patrol I think! But you can be damned sure they alllll know we’re here now!”

Listening. She continued to observe the situation. Wanting to know who she can rely on and which Troopers are actually capable. So far, it was looking pretty grim. Maybe this is how she’ll go.

“Hey, ‘Commander’” he said, unable to hide the sarcasm in his voice, “You’ve a plan? You a leader? Prove it! Prove it now!”

TK-2120 fumbled over his own words “W-well, you see. I only have this pistol. I can’t do anything at this range. N-now the rest of you fine Troopers have the right equipment to deal with this type of issue. You should all form a line, a protective barricade for any of the higher ranking Troopers around h-here! We can give you direction and morale!”

Cowering in the sand using the assault rifle as cover, CT-1013 shakingly got up to be in front of TK-2120.

‘Hell no.’ There was no way she would choose to die in this embarrassment of an ordeal. She refuses. CT-312 crawled up to the top of the sand dune, just enough to peek over and actually assess the situation. Zooming in with her scouting helmet's optics.

“They have reinforcements!”

‘They do have reinforcements.’ CT-312 silently agreed. Granted, she was a little deflated. ‘All this commotion for a patrol and a few stragglers popping up as “reinforcements” ’, She sighed. Scooting back down from the dunes lip, she noticed TK-710 looking at her.

“Guy’s on his own page. It’s you and me. You and me.” He said, nodding, “Please tell me you have something.”

“Stay. Watch.” She gave TK-710 a thumbs up.

Stretching her gun in front of her, she rolled away in the sand going down the dune’s hill. Separating herself from the group. She sighed. ‘Time to get to work.

Some of the Troopers were just flabbergasted watching the Camo Trooper playing in the sand rolling away. Distracted for a moment only to remember they were under fire. They started to shoot back again. The Commander was barking orders to anyone who would listen. TK-2120 noticed something unusual. He pointed at CT-312 shouting,

“C-CT-312 has l-l-lost their mind!”
“Cracked under the pressure you see! This is what happens when you don’t listen to authority!”

The dune she was rolling down of was no longer sand. It got hard. She was on glass now. CT-312 stuck her arm and leg out to the side to stop her roll. Pulling in the DLT-19, aiming down the sights. She activated her comms to her squad.

Cover Fire. Directing the words to TK-710.

She took aim, slowing her breath into a controlled rhythm. At this range, she knew the DLT-19 would work just as well as an automatic sniper rifle. She knew she needed to display a discipline of trigger control for it to work. She exhaled. Squeezing slightly the trigger and relaxing immediately. Firing single shots.

An echoing boom rang through the sandy glass plains. One of the rebels that was shooting up the dune fell forward. Like clockwork CT-312 moved on to the next target. The rebel resistance didn’t notice.

BOOM. Another body toppling over. Taking advantage of their unawareness to see how their comrades were dying, she continued. Focusing, looking for the next target.

BOOM. The body fell backwards. Blue bolts that were flying in the air lessened. ‘Afraid.’ CT-312 can see their horror. The rebels were confused and started to panic. Trying to peek out to see what was taking them out. The glass part of the dune reflected the sun’s ray, blinding anyone looking towards CT-312’s direction.

BOOM. Another body collapsed. By then the rebels figured out they were getting targeted from two different angles. Trying to focus where the other incoming bolts were at, red bolt blasters started to rain down on them from the dune. Now it was them keeping their heads down, scrambling to construct order among the remaining.

CT-312 got up with her heavy blaster rifle and propelled herself forward. Sliding down the remaining sand dune towards the leftover rebels who were in mostly cover. Some bolts fired towards her way.

“Ugh!” , a blue bolt made contact with her left shoulder plating. She pressed through the pain. Irritated. She disregarded the trigger finger discipline and let the bolts rip free from her heavy blaster rifle. Taking out the remaining rebels who were caught off guard. Not expecting the enemy to be in close range. Through her comms she spoke in a low unamused gruff tone.

“Clear.” Gun aimed and ready, waiting for the rest to come down from the safety of the dune.

As the remaining Troopers finally caught up. CT-312 was rummaging through some of the rebels' bodies and equipment. Taking off one of the sniper rifle's scope and replacing the one she had on her DLT–19. On another body she found a vibroblade knife, ‘Oh. That’s handy.’ delighted with the find. She attached it on her belt. As she was about to walk over to TK-710, she spotted another useful item. Taking off the sand colored poncho from one of the deceased corpses, she tossed it to him. TK-2120 and CT-1013 squeezed close to each other, uncomfortable with the carnage as they walked through.

"To stoop yourself so low into using these inferior rebel's equipment, You'll be reported for this! Just you wait."
"I-is that s-sanitary?"

CT-312 ignored the two. Honestly surprised how they're still alive. She continued north. The bunker was in sight. The only problem, the ground it was on was glassed over. There would be no viable cover and with the sun constantly reflecting on it. It acted as a natural flash bang. Granted that meant the rebels faced the same issues as well. There were a few of them this time. Looking through the sniper scope, CT-312 noticed the bunker required two people to activate the door in order for it to open. Shrugging her left shoulder, wincing a bit. ‘Still usable.’ Readying up again, she spoke.

“TK-710, you’re with me.” Walking off to the side from the group, facing towards the bunkers direction.

CT-312 wanted to see how his brain worked. Reporting her scouting finds, "The sand is glassed over from here to where the bunker resides. There is no useful cover as well as the sun's rays are constantly reflecting off the ground. Making visibility difficult. There only seems to be a small number of guards at the bunker. There are two switches that requires two people to activate for the door to open. How would you like to proceed?"

 
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“Stay. Watch.” She gave TK-710 a thumbs up.

A thumbs up?

“That doesn’t make me feel better!” He yelled out to them as they rolled down the hill. He, as with the remaining troopers, watched CT-312 confusedly until a stray blaster bolt cast sand and glass raining down behind the lip, “Damn!” Jacen exclaimed, ducking his head back down behind the hill.

“C-CT-312 has l-l-lost their mind!”
“Cracked under the pressure you see! This is what happens when you don’t listen to authority!”


He turned back around after hearing the ‘Commander’ and CT-1013 talk about how 312 lost their mind.

“SHUT UP AND GET ON THE LINE!” He yelled back at them, gesturing to his sides behind the lip of the small hill. “You’re helping NO ONE AND NOTHING cowering down there!” He turned back around, resting his rifle back on the sand. For as much talk as he was giving, fear kept him immobile. Fear kept him from lifting his head, returning fire.


Cover Fire. Directing the words to TK-710.

They needed help. Whatever they were doing, the only one doing something...they needed help. Jacen needed to help.

“C...Copy!” Jacen answered, exhaling sharply. He looked back to his comrades, "Covering Fire!" He yelled out, his training kicking in. Muscle memory overwrites whatever fears and anxieties he had as he followed the order without question, keeping his weapon planted firmly in the sand, sending blaster bolts flying towards the enemy, unmoving as bolts returned towards him. The rebels were focused entirely on Jacen and the troopers as more and more of his allies placed their weapons on the hill and fired at the enemy. A cacophony of battle roars deafened the area as the troopers returned fire, keeping the rebels attention. Not a single one of them noticed as 312 got into position. Not a single one noticed as 312 squeezed their trigger.

They all noticed when they started to fall. Single well placed shots reducing a formidable enemy firing position into an orchestra of yelling, screaming, and general panic. After a moment, when several Rebels fell, they finally adjusted to 312’s onslaught and brought their weapons to bear on the lone trooper, letting Jacen and his troopers unleash their own fury upon the rebels as well. With the continuous fire from Jacen and 312, the remaining rebels fell.

A victory.

Jacen rose to his feet, satisfied the enemy was dealt with for the moment. All at once all of the anxiety he pushed down returned, and he doubled over, collecting his breath for a moment before he turned back towards the other troopers,

“Someone go and grab that turret. If we can’t use it, destroy it.” He said, before turning back around and jogging towards CT-312.

“Hey-ey! Hell yeah!” He said, excitedly throwing a hand out, met immediately with a sandy colored poncho being thrown at him, “Oh.” He said, looking at it.


"To stoop yourself so low into using these inferior rebel's equipment, You'll be reported for this! Just you wait."
"I-is that s-sanitary?"

He looked at the two. “Are you both serious? No, you can’t be.” He turned away, throwing the poncho up and over his head, covering his black and red armor with the camouflage fabric.

Not exactly stylish, then again, that’s not exactly the point, he thought to himself.

A couple of troopers jogged over, disassembling the turret into two pieces and hoisting one each over their shoulders. They gave a short nod at Jacen and 312, one Jacen returned.

“I think we think there’s a chance now, 312. That’s thanks to you. So uh…thank you.” Jacen nodded again.

CT-312 wanted to see how his brain worked. Reporting her scouting finds, "The sand is glassed over from here to where the bunker resides. There is no useful cover as well as the sun's rays are constantly reflecting off the ground. Making visibility difficult. There only seems to be a small number of guards at the bunker. There are two switches that requires two people to activate for the door to open. How would you like to proceed?"

Jacen thought for a moment, looking back at the other troopers. He spotted one with a riot shield, and then looked back at the two troopers holding the turret over their shoulders.

“Got it.” He turned towards everyone and took a deep breath. What he was about to say, the suggestion he had? It'd get people killed. He took off his helmet, looking at everyone.

“You two, get down this hill towards the bunker,” pointing towards their objective area, “Set up the heavy blaster, just make yourself a problem.” Jacen then pointed at the shield trooper. “You, grab a couple of guys and draw more attention to yourselves. The heavy blaster will keep you covered. You’re just trying to keep them as busy as possible.” He looked back to everyone else. “If you’re not part of Shield Team, set up and keep the turret team covered. Don’t let anyone get around you.”

He then turned back towards 312, putting his helmet back on.

“You and I are gonna wait until the shooting starts. Then we’re gonna walk right in.”



 
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“I think we think there’s a chance now, 312. That’s thanks to you. So uh…thank you.” Jacen nodded again.

CT-312 gave TK-710 a nod back. Pleased that there was at least one competent Trooper she can rely on. Impressed that he was giving guidance to the remaining Troopers in their company and they were actually listening.

After relaying her scouting finds to TK-710, she turned her body to face him. CT-312 observed, mainly for his reaction. ‘So he can put two and two together.’ , noticing he wore the sandy poncho she threw his way. CT-312 wanted to see if he would answer immediately with a half baked plan or actually think it through. He was silent at first. She could tell he was in thought. ‘Thinking is good.’ . His head turned to look back at the remaining Troopers, she can tell he was assessing the soldiers. Not too long after, his whole body turned facing them. TK-710 suddenly he took off his helmet.

“Got it.”

Turning her body and attention back towards the bunker again, she rolled her heavily bruised left shoulder for a bit. As if it would help ease the discomfort. Waiting to hear his plan.

“You two, get down this hill towards the bunker,” pointing towards their objective area, “Set up the heavy blaster, just make yourself a problem.” Jacen then pointed at the shield trooper. “You, grab a couple of guys and draw more attention to yourselves. The heavy blaster will keep you covered. You’re just trying to keep them as busy as possible.” He looked back to everyone else. “If you’re not part of Shield Team, set up and keep the turret team covered. Don’t let anyone get around you.”

She was listening. Picturing out TK-710’s plan. Impressed that this young lad was speaking with such resoluteness to the Troopers. Chuckling. Despite minimal interaction and knowing little to nothing about him, she recalled the previous times he was apprehensive in his responses leading up to this mission. CT-312 became interested in TK-710’s development as a soldier. Hopefully this mission wouldn’t be the end of them. It would be a shame.

CT-312 noticed TK-710’s moments from her peripherals. She turned her head towards him as he placed his helmet back on. He was facing her.

“You and I are gonna wait until the shooting starts. Then we’re gonna walk right in.”

Her eyebrows raised. She smirked. ‘Not bad kid. Not bad at all.’ Turning her head back. Staring through her visor, she was fixating at the sea of glass. No man’s land. Eyes trailing up to the bunker and its few barricades out front. A whole lot less destructive than how she would’ve approached it, but nonetheless it was a solid plan. CT-312 faced towards TK-710 and started to walk past him, getting into position. As she got nearer, CT-312 reached out with her hand, patting him twice on his shoulder pad.

She approved.

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The smack on the shoulder indicated that 312 approved ahead of him, and behind him the rest of the troopers all, gradually, mumbled their approval of the plan, and Jacen noticed the ‘Commander’ and 1013 both eagerly volunteered for the part of the squad that stayed with the Heavy Blaster team.

No surprise there, he thought.

“Right. Uh…Let’s get to it, then.” He said, clapping his hands together. He motioned for CT-312 to follow, advancing westward a hundred meters before stopping and keying his comm,

“Alright. Heavy Blaster ready?”

“Ready,” came the reply,

“Shield team ready?”

“Ready!”

“Alright, Blaster, open fire, Shield, advance!”

“Copy!”
“Copy!”

Jacen looked at 312, sighing apprehensively. “Now we just wait for the-” He stopped, turning around towards the sound of blaster fire..intensifying blaster fire. He could see the teams moving, arcs of blaster fire in the air. He turned back around. “They’re doing their part. Let’s go.” He nodded, exhaling again before shouldering his weapon and moving northward towards their objective. Every few paces he’d look towards the skirmish, seeing one or two troopers fall, before forcing himself to look forward.

Can’t think about it. Have a job to do. He’d repeat to himself in his head. But it never stopped him from looking. As the Shield team got closer, they opened themselves up to more fire from the Rebel defenses. Jacen could just make them out. Three barricades in a line with a few rebels behind them, and just behind the the lowered entrance to the bunker with a couple heads poking out the top shooting in between the spaces between the barricades. A regular firing line. And he ordered men to charge into it.

Stop it, Jace. That’s what the blaster team is for, he reminded himself, looking back at the heavy blaster as it focused it’s fire, rotating between blasting the barricades and kicking up sand and glass between them.

“I think it’s working,” he said outloud, looking back to 312. “But we gotta hustle. Come on, sprint!” He exhaled again, straightening his body and pushing off the ground with as much force as he can muster, every step propelling him forward.

It didn’t take much longer for him and 312 to reach a point where they were behind the barricades, flanking the Rebels, and it took even less time for Jacen to bring his blaster up, sighting the first two behind the closest barricade.
Kraaak kraaak kraaak!

Jacen squeezed the trigger, sending blaster bolts screaming through the air the short distance between them, and the two soldiers behind the first barricade fell, but the remaining rebels turned and spotted the two, bringing their own weapons forward, preparing to blast the duo. Just then, having steadily made their way forward, the Shield team rushed the barricades, and with the crossfire from Jacen, 312, and the surviving shield members, including a cowboy jump trooper that flew in over the barricades blasting dual pistols, the skirmish was over in seconds.

Jacen doubled over again, catching his breath. “We’ll get the door in a second just… give me a second.” He lifted his head. Four troopers lie dead on the barren ground.

“Four?” He turned his head to look at 312. “Four’s good. Only Four. Right?” He looked back out, straightening himself. “Four’s good.” He said again, ignoring the sinking feeling in his heart. The jump trooper came over, holstering his pistols, and slapped Jacen on the shoulder.

“Pretty good plan there, Kid! And yeah, mighta been worse. Mighta been better. Take whatcha got right?” Jacen nodded, and the Jumptrooper nodded. He pulled his rocket launcher up from his back, shouldering it. Jacen looked up at the rocket launcher, then met the Jumptrooper's faceplate again.
“What?” The jumptrooper asked, tilting his head slightly before looking at the launcher. “Oh this? Well if those buttons don’t work. I'll betcha this'll do it. Thinkin’ smartly, right?” Jacen blinked underneath his helmet, “Right. Thinkin’ smartly.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. He walked to the far side, and met eyes with 312. When they nodded, he nodded, and both pressed the button at the same time. A yellow light atop the door started spinning, and a small alarm blared signaling the door opened.

“Guess I don’t need the launcher af-KARK!” The cowboy trooper fell backwards, and Jacen peaked his head around the corner of the door. The corridor was full of barricades and rebel troopers. A trap. A wave of blaster bolts flew out of the door, narrowly missing the jumptrooper as he panickedly shouldered his rocket launcher, sending a blast flying into the hall, detonating in the middle of the hallway in a bright blue explosion of plasma, coating himself in a small wash of burning blue plasma, patting the fires out, before looking down the hall, then up at 312, then over to Jacen.

Jacen looked down at him as well, dumbstruck.

“Well I…I guess I did need it after-after all, huh?”



 


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“They’re doing their part. Let’s go.”

CT-312 went with TK-710. Their movements were a bit slower than she would’ve proceeded. It was a bit ‘overly’ cautious with the distraction of the other teams going on. She noticed TK-710’s helmet turned multiple times throughout their advancement. He was looking at the Shield and Heavy Blaster Team. A few of the Trooper's bodies toppled over. She silently hummed to herself. ‘Cautious or conscious-stricken. Which is it?’ she wondered. CT-312 was about to nudge TK-710 to speed up his movement, but it seems like he found his resolve.

“I think it’s working,” he said outloud, looking back to 312. “But we gotta hustle. Come on, sprint!”

She hoisted herself up, breaking out into a sprint with TK-710. Bringing her heavy blaster rifle up, aiming down the sight, she fired off a couple of shots. Shots connecting to the same two rebels that TK-710 fired upon. By then the Shield Team made their way and flanked the rest of the distracted Rebels who were looking at her and TK-710. CT-312 angled her head to the right, letting it stretch with the weight of her helmet. Shrugging her left shoulder once more. Her attention brought to.

“Four?” He turned his head to look at 312. “Four’s good. Only Four. Right?” He looked back out, straightening himself. “Four’s good.” He said again, ignoring the sinking feeling in his heart.

Angling her head back. ‘Ah.’ CT-312 found her answer. Remorseful. Ideally no one ever wants to lose men. She noticed he was trying to reassure himself. She understood. It was never easy making that call. To have other lives in your hands. The Jump Trooper was optimistic. Optimistic that he didn’t perish, reassuring TK-710 that his plan worked. Him and TK-710 were discussing the use of the rocket launcher. She headed to the other control panel, nodding at TK-710, they pressed the button to open the door.

As the door opened, CT-312 had her weapon readied just in case of a trap. Suddenly a rocket came out of nowhere and a bright blue explosion occurred. The rebels who were waiting for them were taken out by the rocket launcher. Be it on purpose or accident, it worked out. She blinked, lowering her gun. ‘Is this how my past squad mates felt?’. Shaking her head. 'Nah.'

This time she called out. Not wanting to waste time and let the forces inside regroup. Pointing at the Flame Trooper “You. You’re with me. Infront.” The Trooper understood the assignment. He started to lead the way in. CT-312 looked at TK-710, “Good with tech?” and then peered over to the remaining two Troopers of her 'squad'. Looking at the Commander and Shock Trooper, she sighed. “Coming?”. As the three followed behind the Flame Trooper, CT-312 walked behind the group. She turned her head back and issued the command to the rest of the Troopers. “Form a perimeter around this bunker. We don't want any unwanted visitors.”

As they made their way in the bunker, they were only encountering one or two rebels who were scattered. The Flame trooper made short work of them as they had no place to hide from the fire.

The Flame Trooper yelled, “Fire it up!” , laughing at the rebels he set ablaze.

“AHHHH”. Screams were heard throughout the bunker. The rebels tried to run and put themselves out. It was futile. They all met their demise.

The Commander was disturbed. “A little barbaric don’t you think?”
“D-don’t y-you think this is o-over k-kill?” expressed distraughtly by the CT-1013.

Lights inside the bunker shut off.

CT-312 thought to themselvesNow. It’s disturbing.’ Hearing the screams echoing in the darkness of the bunker. Only having the occasional light from the flamethrower or lit rebel running around revealing their surroundings. CT-312 turned on their night vision on her helmet. As they were continuing through she started to inconspicuously place detonation charges in the bunker. They arrived at the command console for the data needed for the mission.

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CT-312 looked at TK-710, “Good with tech?”


Jacen was still looking at the plasma scorched hallway, peaking around the corner.

“Huh? What?” He said, looking over at the sound of the voice. “Tech? Yeah.” He said, nodding. He fell into formation, training his weapon down the hallway, keeping an eye out for the slightest change in shadow or shape.

He said nothing as the Flametrooper burned the rebels they found, turning his head away and trying to put the images and sounds out of his mind, focusing instead on completing their mission. As the lights in the bunker cut out, Jacen followed CT-312’s lead, toggling his night vision on his helmet as they finally entered the command room.

“Alright,” Jacen said, setting his rifle down next to the console. “Power’s still up…someone turned the lights off manually. Huh.” He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as he brought the console back to life, the dull blue screens glowing in the darkness of the room. Ahead of them, through a glass display, sat a large data vault with a giant pillar in the middle of it. The pillar had a series of small storage chambers all across it. Jacen looked up into the vault, then down at the console in front of him, punching in a series of codes. A green light started beeping on the pillar catching Jacen's attention, and he deactivated his night vision to see it properly.

“This is it. I think this is it.” He said quietly to himself as mechanized arms swung around the vault, pulling the storage pod out and showering it in a glowing blue light. "Kinda pretty without lights," Jacen said quietly, watching as the light from the droid was the only light in the room. He watched the droid work, scanning the data pod, then a beep caught his attention causing him to look down at the console,

TRANSFER COMPLETE

A soft beep echoed throughout the room, and a hatch opened, revealing a fresh SSD newly imprinted with the mission data.

“Whatever they’re after, this is it,” he grabbed the card, putting it neatly inside a pouch on his waist.

“We’re done here,” he said, nodding towards 312 as he stepped away from the console. “Let’s get this sent up to the ship and get the hell outta here.”

Eagerly picking his rifle up and reactivating his night vision, Jacen started back towards the door, walking through back into the still dimly fire lit hallways, ignoring the pained groans of the rebels as he advanced, his rifle kept steady.


 
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The lights from the console’s monitor reflected off of CT-312’s visor. She took a step back giving TK-710 more space to do his thing. Tilting her head up from the screen, she looked through the glass display. Data being stored everywhere, including in the giant pillar that was placed in the middle. Blue lights flickering, hearing the beeps and boops. She watched mechanized arms grab the data, like pulling a book out of a shelf. ‘Pretty cool. She heard a beep from the console that brought her attention back. Looking at the screen it read ‘TRANSFER COMPLETE’, TK-710 grabbed the SSD.

“We’re done here,” he said, nodding towards 312 as he stepped away from the console. “Let’s get this sent up to the ship and get the hell outta here.”

She nodded. TK-3232 started to lead the way with TK-710 following behind. CT-312 was about to exit the console room when she heard another beep. Turning back she saw another SSD card pop out. She positioned herself just past the exit door, pressed against the wall, concealing herself. Overhearing TK-2120 and CT-1013.

“When we make it to the communications tower, we’ll upload this as well. I got some contacts who would also be interested in this data. I’ll be rich, able to retire and not have to deal with these pointless missions anymore”

“I-Isn’t that treason?”

“It’s not treason, think of it as an Imperial investment! Are you with me?

As they both walked past the door of the console's room proceeding to the exit. CT-312 followed silently behind.

“I-I don’t t-think that’s a good idea. W-what if you get c-caught?”

“We won’t! My plan is fool proof! Hahaha”

She purposely bumped into the Commander from behind. Secretly attaching a detonation pack on the back of his armor. Stumbling forward.

“My apologies. It’s so dark here.” Looking at both the TK-2120 and CT-1013. They were stiff as boards. CT-312 nodded towards both of them and continued towards the exit. The Flame Trooper and TK-710 had already made their exit and grouped up with the rest of the Troopers outside.

Just as they reached outside of the entrance of the bunker, CT-312 turned around. The Commander and Shock Trooper froze in their tracks. She spoke in a low gruff authoritative tone.

“You jeopardizing our mission, Commander.” stating it more of a fact than a question.

“I don’t know what you are talking about!” he expressed angrily.

CT-312 walked up to TK-2120. He was 6 ft towering over her 5’5 stature. She didn’t care. Lifting her right knee to her chest, kicking out her foot, her boot connected the Commander’s lower part of his chest and abdomen. "UGHN" , Forcefully pushing him backwards within the bunker. Knocking the wind out of him. THUD. He landed on his back groaning. The SSD card he pocketed fell out to the bunker’s metal floor. She looked directly at CT-1013 and spoke sternly.

“Grab the SSD card and stand right there. Don’t move. Pointing to the bunker's right door control panel.

Scrambling to the floor, the Shock Trooper grabbed the SSD card, quickly moving to the spot CT-312 pointed to. She moved in front of the left panel and commanded Push the button.

CT-1013 obeyed. Both hitting the button simultaneously, the door of the bunker started to close. The Commander scrambling on his feet trying to figure out how to not get crushed by the closing door, but also not be sealed within. He yelled.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS! YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME H-! ” His words cut short as the bunker doors sealed shut.

CT-312 stuck out her right hand. Data.”

The Shock Trooper was slumped. Feeling guilty that he was caught up in the Commander’s mess. CT-312 reached back at her belt, taking out her vibroblade knife. Slightly tossing the SSD card in the air and slicing it in half. The SSD copy was destroyed. She put the vibroblade knife away. Rolling her left shoulder, she stared at CT-1013.

“As a fellow clone, I can tell you too are flawed. Just like me. I may be born as a failure, but you are a disappointment. Will you remain pathetic and a coward or will you do what you were made to do.”, She turned her back to CT-1013 and headed towards the remaining Troopers waiting.

They began to head west to the next mission objective. CT-312 took out her detonation switch and pressed the button. A sudden and loud release of energy was felt, as the shockwave came from behind the group. Seconds later a loud boom was heard. The Bunker was destroyed. The group of Troopers all turned their heads backwards wondering what happened to the bunker. CT-312 continued walking towards the direction of the communication tower.

Passing through the glass and stone canyon, CT-312 started to get an unsettling feeling. She slowed her steps, aiming her gun, scanning the area. 'What is it...' . The other Troopers stared at her confused. It was empty. Only the sun blaring down on them and the intermittent gusts of wind, kicking up the sand and tiny glass shards.
 
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The team of Troopers made their way west, and Jacen kept position in the middle of the group.
What was once an impressive trooper detachment of 32 troopers, half remain. A team of 16 troopers attacking this rebel fortified island. Jacen was glad he was in the middle, at least.
Still, he’d grown a bit comfortable with the troopers around him. They all shared the common goal of surviving. A couple of them even seemed like good people. It helped put Jacen a bit at ease.

An ease that was shattered as an explosion sent a fireball careening into the sky. Jacen turned around, weapon pointed towards the explosion.

“Was that the bunker?” He asked, another trooper nodded, “Musta been on a timed detonation? Glad you got out when you did, huh?” The trooper said,

“Yeah. No kidding.” He turned to look at CT-312, “Hey did you notice a…” He looked down, watching them put a detonation switch back on their belt, and raise their weapon as they stared ahead, ignoring the fireball behind them as if they sensed something ahead of them.

Jacen turned back around, making a mental note about the switch, and raised his weapon. Other troopers noticed and, after a moment of confusion, followed suit, taking up defensive formations. Better to be safe, assuming the short trooper actually had a reason to be battle ready, then sorry and think the short trooper was crazy only to get ambushed.

“What is it?” Jacen asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes scanning the empty canyon ahead of them. He found himself focusing on the top of the canyon,

“Snipers? Ambush? What?” He asked, scanning the ridgeline, exhaling softly and steadying his nerves as best he could.


 


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“Yeah. No kidding.” He turned to look at CT-312, “Hey did you notice a…”

Overhearing TK-710 and the remaining Troopers talking about the explosion, CT-312 remained silent. Blocking out the chatter that was around her. She didn’t like the canyon of glass and stone they were passing through. The feelings she was getting reminded her of her thirteenth mission before being ‘picked’ up by the Sith Empire. She scoffed. More like traded or sold off by her Clone Trooper Facility. She felt a tinge of soreness. CT-312 gave all of herself to succeed expectations. Performed the same, if not better than her ‘Cloned Brothers'. Completed all the missions and tasks successfully, despite sending her to high risk ones. Only to be discarded. No one wants 'Leftovers'.

She halted slowly panning her gun to the sides. The Troopers around her became silent, raising their weapons. Looking.

“What is it?” Jacen asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes scanning the empty canyon ahead of them. He found himself focusing on the top of the canyon,

“Snipers? Ambush? What?” He asked, scanning the ridgeline, exhaling softly and steadying his nerves as best he could.

CT-312 didn’t answer.

Tsss….clack….clack…thud

Whipping her gun at the light sound of tiny rocks and sand falling from the tall canyon’s walls. All the Troopers were startled by CT-312’s sudden movements and aimed towards the direction of the sound. Realizing it was nothing, they began to lower their weapons, relaxing a bit. CT-312 was still aiming down her sights. The sound of glass and sand crunching from the boots as the other Troopers started to advance. A minute or two passed and now she was in the back. Slowly easing up from her ready stance, shrugging her left shoulder from her overly tensing. One of the Troopers that was in front leading now, turned around.

“I think of the sun and heat”. A looming shadow over took his 5 '10 stature. “Is finally getting to yo-”

SLAM.

His words cut short. Sand and glass shards flung in the air. As the cloud of dust settled down, the body of the Trooper was revealed. Flattened.

CT-312 went straight back into her stance, firing off a few shots to the canyon walls. ‘Something. But what!’ Frustrated. Spreading the shots, firing a few more rounds.

A low groaning and scraping of rocks together can be heard. “GRRRRK” . The canyon walls started to move. The sandy glass ground rumbling. It was as if the walls were caving in. Slowly two hulking 9 foot rock golems emerged from the left and right of the canyon’s walls. “ggGGgrRRrkkKK”. It’s tiny eyes and mouth glowing, emitting some kind of bright light. The stone body part were laced with cracks, light leaking out. The left one closest to the Troopers slowly charged into the middle, lifting its arms back, and slamming it down again. Narrowly missing the Troopers scrambling and diving out of its way.

“WHAT IS THAT!” One of the Troopers shouted, lifting up their rifle and began to shoot.

They all lifted up their rifles, firing. The red bolt blasters scratched the rock golem. Tiny fragments of stone chipped away. “GggRRKK”. The right golem started to advance to the group in front. Slamming its rock hands down to the ground sending more sand and glass flying. More troopers dove and jumped out of the way. The group was split into two. Quickly looking at the front group, CT-312 spotted TK-710 with them.

Facing the golem that previously charged in. The ominous feeling that was distant, intensified as the golem got closer. Something about that 'thing' was setting off alarm bells in her. Frustrated and sick of the feeling she expressed.

“What the Fark are you!” CT-312 and the seven troopers started blasting.

One of the Troopers relayed in the open comms. “I-I-I’ve seen something like this before! That glow!! I-I-It’s force light I believe” frantically pointing out.

Confused. Never hearing this type of thing before. ‘Force light??? What the f-’, CT-312’s thoughts ended abruptly as she dove out of the way of the slowly swinging arms.

“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?!” Yelled the Jump Pack Trooper. As he jumped pack upwards to get a better angle shooting at the solid glowing monster.

“It means, shoot with high prejudice! CT-312 yelled back in the comms. Holding down the trigger of her heavy blaster rifle.

Force Light filled rock golems stood in the way of exiting the canyon.

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The world began to shake and move. Giant creatures of stone seemed to materialize out from the canyon walls and charge at the group, their glowing eyes filled with the same hostile intent of any lower life form when their den was invaded.

Intruders.

But why exactly they chose to attack was of no interest to the troopers as they scrambled for cover, desperately trying to avoid being smushed into the planet’s crust. The two groups of troopers separated as the titans charged in the middle of them, sending Jacen tumbling for cover as the creatures started flailing around, trying to crush any trooper unfortunate enough to be within range. The troopers tried to fall back, maneuver around the creatures, but the narrow canyon made it difficult.

Jacen felt his breath start to quicken and his hands tremble a bit, looking at the creature. Nothing came to mind for how to beat it, all he could do was...
“Advance! Advance into the canyon! Separate them!” Jacen yelled out, looking around at the troopers. Amidst battle cries and grunts, they all moved together, keeping a consistent stream of fire on the rock golem as they moved further away, successfully separating the two monsters. That his plan was working did nothing to bring Jacen much comfort.

“Okay great, it's following. What now?” The flametrooper asked., ineffectually bathing the creature in the orange-red flames of his tank.

“Crush it?!” Another trooper, RK-1001, asked, continuing to fire at the creature.

“With what? Rocks? It’s rocks!” Jacen asked, throwing his hand out incredulously, looking around, before pointing to the creature that was, literally, rocks.

“You’d die if a rancor landed on you, wouldn’t you?!”

Jacen stopped, blinking.
“...Okay!” Jacen nodded, shrugging. keying his comm to make sure CT-312 could hear him.

“Hey! We have a plan to deal with ours but I need some explosives. And that jumptrooper! How’s it going on your end?” He keyed off the comm, and looked at TK-3232, holding a flamethrower and doing little but making the Stone creature glow slightly orange in addition to it’s blue.

“Flametrooper?!”

“WHAT?! Shut up! Let me work!” the trooper responded, dismissively gesturing with his hand before returning his full attention to his flames.

“I have a plan!” Jacen said, waving his hand around. Somewhere off behind him the other trooper spoke up, "You have a plan?"

“Your plan’s spit! Both of 'em!”

Jacen furrowed his brow, growling in frustration before pointing at the trooper.
“YOU LISTEN DAMMIT! You're doing nothing to it! LISTEN. And MAYBE it works!” Jacen roared, the Flametrooper backed away from the stone golem and looked at him.
“Okay fine. What?”

Jacen exhaled, pointing at the flametroopers' tanks on his belt. “Spares?”

“High pressure," The Flametrooper shook his head, taking the tank off his belt and presenting it.

Jacen smiled underneath his helmet before returning his attention to steadily falling back, staying away from the creature and drawing it further in. “Crank them up and find cracks to put them in the canyon wall. Gather grenades from the guys and put them in the wall too. Wherever you can that’ll bring down the biggest rubble on this bastard.” The flametrooper tilted his head, silent, then nodded. “Copy.”

“Alright focus fire on ‘em! Keep him busy!” Jacen ordered as the Flametrooper made his rounds, taking the grenades off the other troopers and made his way over to the wall of the canyon a few meters behind him.

He hoped the rest of the team had a better plan.

"....YOU have a plan?!"

 
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Red bolt blasters were barely fazing the Force Light infused Rock Golems. As the golem advanced on them swinging, the Troopers were able to keep avoiding and stay out of its grasp.

“Good thing these things move slowly! ”

“Don’t let your guard down though!”

Slowly backing back up in the canyon, the group of Troopers kept fire.

“Hey! We have a plan to deal with ours but I need some explosives. And that jumptrooper! How’s it going on your end?”

“Well good for you! We’re a little busy right now!” CC-1441 spat back

“Damn it! We aren’t doing anything to it!”

Noticing the tiny chips each bolt shot made on the monster, CT-312 spoke out to the Troopers with her.

“Everyone shoot the chest, focus fire on the same spot!”

Its hands lifted up, blocking its chest as the rock monster just groaned loudly “GGGGRRRRK” .

The Shock Trooper whose, unsurprisingly. In shock. Frozen in place with fear. CT-312 ran up to CT-1013, grabbing the chest piece near his neck. A loud low gravel voice erupted furiously out of her helmet’s voice modulator. “I swear I will put you down myself if you’re a cancer to this mission!” Grabbing his assault rifle that was loosely held in one of his hands, shoving it hard in CT-1013’s chest. “Make yourself useful. Shoot its eyes.” She turned back and yelled at CC-1441 as she continued to shoot the chest as well.

CT-1013 gulped. He didn’t want to have the same fate as the Commander. He was scared. ‘Why’ He’d constantly ask himself. ‘Why me’. As terrified as he was, he lifted up the assault rifle that was shoved into his chest, shakingly aiming down the sights he pulled the trigger. Red bolt blasters missed at first, but soon started to hit the face of the Rock Golem.

“ggGGkkRRK” , the hands of the golem that was once protecting its chest was now covering its face from the shots to its eyes.

The chest was open. All the Troopers with CT-312 were focused on firing in one exact spot. Chipping away at its rock solid body. A small crater was forming with bright light shining through.

“KEEP IT UP”

He was actually doing something….and it was working! CT-1013 was feeling a sense of accomplishment. Something he’d never really felt before. That alone encouraged him to focus even harder to maintain his shots on the Golem’s face. Maybe, there was still hope for him yet.

More groans came from the Force Light filled rock golem. It used its right hand to cup the sand and glass from the ground. Scooping it up and flinging it towards the Troopers shooting at it.

Shards of glass and sand were about to hit CT-312. She braced herself. Except, it never made contact. As she was still firing away, she tilted her head to the direction that the glass and sand were coming from. A hulking size of a Trooper, MB-1782 , stood at 6 '8 ft tall holding his massive riot shield. Protecting her. CT-312 was surprised. As she was about to say something, a light shining out of the crater in the Golems chest caught her attention..

Rocket Boy. she radioed in the comms.

“You don’t need to tell me twice!” he yelled back.

Using his jump pack, CC-1441 was in the air. Getting a clear visual on the target, he fired a single well placed rocket in the opening the Troopers made.

KA-BOOM!

A piercing white light, as if a flash bang went off, erupted from its body. Rock pieces flying everywhere. The rocks that remained just crumbled to the ground.

MB-1782 covered CT-312 with his body and shield from the rock debris flying towards their direction. As everything settled down, the Shield Trooper got up. Perplexed by his behavior. ‘What? Me?’. Standing up, CT-312 tapped on the MB-1782’s shield. Looking up at him. Expressing her gratitude “Thanks.”. He slowly brought up his shield close to him and using his other hand, banged his chest proudly with his fist, nodding at her. She had a small smile underneath her helmet. Taking a quick look at her team's status, they were shaken up a bit. But nothing they couldn’t handle. Directing herself to CT-1013, she said “Good Job.”

Proud. CT-1013 was feeling proud. “I-I actually did something!”

As the group quickly recollected themselves, they hastily headed towards the group that baited the golem away. Hopefully TK-710 and the remaining Troopers had no problems dealing with their golem. ‘Where did they go off to.’

 
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“Are we set? Are we set?!” Jacen yelled back at the Flametrooper who made his way to a suitable cliff face.

“Shush! This is a science!” The Flametrooper yelled back over his shoulder, jabbing cracks full of explodable gas tanks and grenades.

“Whatever, just say you’re ready!” Jacen responded, still continuing a steady stream of blaster fire as he slowly guided the Golem over to the cliff. The Flametrooper looked over his shoulder again, scoffing, “Oh I see you’re just bringing him over anyway.” He turned a nozzle on the gas tank, letting a light blue flame eek out of the opening. “We’re good, get clear!” The trooper yelled, waving the others away from the dangerous accumulation of explosives.

The Golem continued, lowering it’s rocky, unwieldy body into a bumbling charge and lurching forward, trying to grab Jacen just as he rolled out of the way, scrambling away from the cliff face as the Golem crashed into it, “Shoot the bombs!” He said, and in unison the team of troopers opened fire, one of them striking the tank and sending a fireball exploding outwards as the cliff face began to crack. A large sliver of rock detached from the rest of the wall, coming crashing down and flattening the stone titan beneath it as it shattered into multiple smaller rocks.

“Yeah! Yeah!!” Rann exclaimed as he turned around to watch the new pile of rubble settle. “Clear! We’re clear!” He hollered, standing back to his feet and clapping, “Alright. So what’s next now?”


 


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The group heard an explosion off in the distance. As CT-312’s group neared, they spotted TK-710’s group. They were cheering with each other, not noticing the approaching group. It seems that they have just finished dealing with their golem. CT-312 bent down and picked up a small pebble off the ground as the group neared. She tossed the pebble to TK-710’s helmet. Gaining his attention.

Tink

CT-312 walked up to TK-710 and gave a thumbs up. “Nice to see you’re alive”.

As both groups joined back together, the other Troopers were happy that the other group made it out. Greeting each other in an enthusiastic manner with hand shakes, high fives, and fist bumps. Exchanging versions of how each contributed and took down the Force Light Golems. CT-312 watched from a distance. Not bad for a ragtag group of Troopers’. She thought about her previous time before the Empire picked her up again. Never fitting in. Always watching from the outside in. Constantly moving to different squads. She didn't belong. As she continued to watch the Troopers' interaction with each other, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit envious.

CT-312 shifted her body, starting to face forward towards the direction of the canyon's exit. She stopped half way through. Noticing the chatter of the Troopers went suddenly silent. Turning her head back looking at the Troopers. They all were looking towards her way and began walking in the same direction. As they neared they each placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a pat. CT-312 was confused. Lifting her visor up, making eye contact with each Trooper that passed. Each gave a simple nod. A silent celebration. Surprised. She didn’t know how to describe how she was feeling, but she did know that it felt nice.

As the Troopers walked on, they neared TK-710. All giving him a single strong pat on the back.

“GOOD JOB KID”, “MY IDEA, But good going though”, “Way to go!”, Each leaving a small simple compliment as the Troopers celebrated with TK-710.

Smirking, CT-312 re-gripped her weapon and started heading towards their next objective. The rest of the Troopers noticed CT-312 was leaving them behind and soon followed suit. She was glad to be out of that canyon. Getting rid of the wretched feeling. ‘..Force light..’ she remembered. She couldn’t help, but still felt a bit uneasy about the canyon as they exited. As they neared the Communications Tower, in the sky there was a ship. A big ship. The Mors Mon. The wingspan engulfed the whole area from as far as the eye can see. Blocking all light from the sun as its shadow engulfed the terrain. It stayed. Motionless. Like a sleeping beast.

Oh that’s big.” CC-1441 whistled.

“Big? That thing is HUGE!” pointed out by RK-1001

All the Troopers stopped dead in their tracks, looking up at the ship.. Admiring. Fearing. In awe of the Mors Mon.

“Glad that thing is on our side.”

Heavy. CT-312 felt the air getting heavy. She was taking slow and deep breaths. Blinking slowly while staring at the Mors Mon. She felt something she rarely experienced during all her times during missions. Fear. Inhaling deeply, slowly gathering herself. Just when she thought the ‘thing’ that wiped her team before and the force light golem were bad. This was worse. Way worse. ‘I pray I never have to be assigned or be on that ship’. The amount of pressure she felt from a far distance was terrifying. Her left shoulder throbbed. Bringing her back. ‘The mission. she mentally reminded herself. Blinking a few more times, snapping herself out of it. Shrugging her left shoulder once again, CT-312 winced, silently continued on.

A structure off into the shadowy distance came into view. The Communications Tower was in the Troopers' sights. They picked up their pace, double timing it. Not knowing when the Rebels or rock monsters might attack them again. As they neared, they approached with caution. It looked like there was no power running through the Communication Tower. The group inspected the Tower, realizing the dish needed to be raised and aligned as well.

“We’ll go look for the power switch”, RK-1001 motioned for three other troopers to follow.

“Let’s go get that Communication Dish up and aligned” CC-1441 went inside the structure with a couple of Troopers

The remaining Troopers didn’t wait to be told what to do. Moving on their own, they spaced themselves out. Setting up a perimeter around the Communications Tower.

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Tink.

Well that’s rude, he thought to himself, rubbing his helmet where he got hit with a piece of rubble out of habit, despite it not hurting.

“Nice to be alive. Not that I have anything to compare it to,” he returned the thumbs up, enduring the pats on the back from all the troopers.

“Yeah no big deal. I am a genius what with my brilliant execution of a plan.” He brushed off his shoulder, both in a ‘yeah no big deal’ motion, but also because there was actually debris on his shoulder. He ignored the slight shake of the helmet he got from RK-1001, pretending not to notice.

“That’s just what heroes do, y’know,” he inhaled deeply and then exhaled, before nodding to everyone. “Good job guys. But uh. Yeah seriously what next?”

He got his answer as they, as a group, moved west out of the canyon. They continued on mission, walking steadily and taking great care to protect every approach, watch for any change in the landscape, and eventually grew closer to the Communications array, they could see the massive ship the Mors Mon. A beyond massive Sith ship that left an impact on everyone who sees it.


Oh that’s big.” CC-1441 whistled.

“Big? That thing is HUGE!” pointed out by RK-1001

All the Troopers stopped dead in their tracks, looking up at the ship.. Admiring. Fearing. In awe of the Mors Mon.

“Glad that thing is on our side.”


Jacen looked at the ship and felt a twinge of pride. That was the power of an Empire. He looked over at CT-312, noticing a slight change in the way they were standing. “What’s up?” He followed their faceplate up to the ship. “Jealous your ship isn’t as big as that one?” He chuckled, smacking CT-312 on the back, “C’mon. Let’s get this done and go home.”

Together, Jacen and CT-312 walked to the door of the Communication’s tower. Jacen looked at CT-312, “Let’s do this you and me, yeah? Too many people we’ll get caught up in there.” He pressed a switch on the console and the doors slid open revealing a turbolift. With a quick exhale, Jacen stepped inside, pressing the button to send the turbolift to the top before turning to look at 312’s faceplate,

“Probably a few guys up here,” he shrugged, tilting his helmet, before bracing himself behind the small cover the end of the turbolift gave him.

The door slid open, revealing a very crude barricade of a few boxes with three rebel troopers behind them.

“Fire!” One of them commanded, sending a flurry of blue blaster bolts tearing in between 312 and Jacen, painting the back of the turbolift in black scorch marks.

Jacen waited for a moment, breathing slowly. There was a perfect moment to counterattack…he just had to wait. The blasters kept soaring by. “Alright…flush em out with a thermal detonator,” he heard them say, and peeked around the corner, bringing his weapon to bear. A quick squeeze of the trigger and a triplet of red blaster bolts found their mark, scorching the chest of a rebel trooper and sending him collapsing to the ground. “Push,” he said, looking at CT-312, “I got you covered.” He flipped out of cover again and fired, taking the opportunity to keep the remaining two rebel troops scurrying behind their cover.


“Now!”


 

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