[I know it's a first draft, normally I wouldn't publish this so soon but I needed some content for this new blog or Imma gonna loose it. ]
~Castle
<Surface of Torillian 6, Clone Wars>
Light, Dark, it doesn’t matter anymore. Fight move, fight and move. Right and wrong are best left to command. Now that doesn’t matter anymore, just fight and just move. We were winning, the droids had dropped off and Wookie reinforcements were picking them apart from the trees. The commander had just given the last orders from General Mi’yunn, a grey skinned J’orlan and a Jedi Master. Then the comm goes quiet and somebody calls up Order 66, Commander Bram turns and shoots Mi’yunn in the chest with his side arm, and her apprentice a golden twi’lek girl Aor I think is her name, grabs her master without hesitation and jump impossibly high from our blaster fire. Then they were gone. Bram sends a squad in pursuit and re-tasks us with flanking the droid artillery. Two days ago Mi’yunn saved three platoons. She herself saw the ambush and where the fault lay in the intel we were getting. We got hit, but we were ready, she personally saved Commander Bram’s life. I don’t know what the hell “Order 66” is but it doesn’t make sense.
But I can’t flinch right now, right now it’s about fighting and moving. Following command even if it’s into a black hole. I can’t afford to remind the rest of my brothers how I am the only “non-clone” in this unit. Yeah, that’s right, I am a volunteer.
Joining the Grand Army of the Republic was a no brainier. I was born on Coruscant. When Naboo got invaded and Queen Amidala made her plea to the Senate I dropped the pointless job I was doing and walked right into the Republic Security HQ. A few years later when the Grand Army was revealed and the war was in full swing I got a transfer. Made sure I was in one of the clone only units. The non-clone units saw a bunch of specialized fighting and got the best gear. They usually where not in the middle of it. No matter what the Data Vids are telling everybody back home. Clone troopers are the heroes of this war. No way I am not playing my part. Tried to bounce me back to non-clone battalion times. Bram stood for me, so did some of the other guys. They knew I came to play and I never short changed them because they were clones.
Now though. I don’t know what to think, I just saw my brothers murder the noblest person I have ever met. Mi’yunn conducted herself in a manner it’s hard to describe. Never asked us to do a job she wasn’t in to do herself. Led by quite honest example. I know for a fact Bram respected her. I don’t know about all this light side, dark side force stuff she’s always talking about with her apprentice. But that, was just wrong. If they can kill her, when is it my turn…
Don’t think anymore, move, fight...take out those big guns.
My Comm explodes,
“CT - 1138, takes squads….two, and three….”
Then nothing I look to my left and George is shaking his head.
“Right copy that Captain, Squads two and three with me!!!”
I give the Captain a nudge and he takes the other two squads up the hill we are at the base of to set up an overwatch position while I take 2,3 to flank the Droid anti-Orbit guns still giving our drop ships some trouble.
The squads seem oblivious to what happened just a few seconds ago. At first I figured maybe they didn’t see anything. Then everyone starts referring to each other by their number designations. Nobody does that in Havock, it’s a rookie thing to do even in the regular units let alone Havoc’s. Something is up. Then we set up the attack and the guys are not shifting, not adjusting they are just walking in plain sight and firing in a line. It’s like they are on auto-pilot. That’s when I see it, two of our troopers are down, helmet to the ground fist pounding down, something is super wrong.
TRACKS! JOIM! GET ON YOUR FEET, NOW!!! Grab your weapons and help me snap everyone out of it!!
Tracks looks at me then at his auto blaster at his feet shakes his head and grabs his weapon. He runs to cover position and starts laying down cover fire. As he is blasting away he starts shouting the rest of his squad's names over the comm. I look over at Joim from my cover and he nods his head. Soon all three of us are shouting names of everyone in the two squads snapping them out of whatever was wrong. We lose a couple to the malaise early on but losses are acceptable and it seems the Captain heard us and caught on to what was happening. When the squads all regrouped after the initial attack his team was back to it’s normal banter.
