[A/N part 1: originally I was gonna rewrite this completely in the first person which was quite the tedious task, then I remembered plain text wasn't the only form of text. Safe to say I feel stupid. Expect me implementing that in the actually new chapters maybe]
[PS. Have a lovely day]
(Bold = Narration or smth idk twin)
The dust swiftly settled
"Well, I never want to be in a situation like that ever again."the clone sergeant rasped out between ragged gasps
"It could have been worse." Spoke my corporal.
"Worse is a subjective thing." I replied .
"How so ?" Questioned the not even an hour corporal.
"It's a matter of opinion, defining what's better and worse. " I spoke with a hint of introspection in my tone.
A brief silence fell onto the group of clones allowing them to catch their breath.
"Right, we got a job to do!" I spoke as I rose onto shaky legs, I gave myself a moment to compose myself.
"Are you sure you can continue ?" Asked 5782
"You're pretty beaten up," he continued, the other clones nodded.
"It looks worse than it is, I'm not missing out on the action!" I lied as I began to scale the crater.
The clones loitered in the crater for only another moment .
"I think your Sargent has a death wish !" 2036 joked.
Instead of acknowledging that, the clones followed the sergeant up the crater.
4741 stood at the rim of the crater surveying the carnage.
"By the stars 2823, you really let hell loose !" I spoke to his communicator.
"I couldn't let y'all deal with all those droids by yourselves!" He retorted with a chuckle .
"I appreciate it " 5782 spoke to his communicator , prompting a wave of thanks directed at 2823 and 7523.
The clones loitered in the carnage for only a few seconds.
"Right, let's try not to die. " Spoke I, I who was the most injured person of the group, the irony of it wasn't lost to me.
The men only nodded though I assumed at least half of them rolled their eyes.
"Right, Move out !" I practically roared as I began to run towards the arena. If the injuries slowed me the amount they slowed me was negligible.
The men reached the railing of the arena without issue. The issue was getting into the arena, the drop into the arena was lethal at worst and bone shattering at best.
"So how exactly are we going to get down ?" Asked 5742 "that doesn't look like the nicest of landings"
"Any of y'all got a DC 15 carbine ?" I asked instead of answering 5742.
"Yeah, why?" Answered 4168.
"Don't they have grapples ?" 4741 continued to question.
"Yes" 4168 continued answering.
"Then we can use it as a rope to rappel down" 3192 spoke, picking up on his sergeant's thought process.
"We'd need something sturdy for it to hold though. " 2036 said hesitantly.
I pointed at a half destroyed pillar in answer to the unanswered question.
"Wrap the cable around that. " I ordered .
"Yes sir" answered the clones.
"2231 gimme a report." I continued my streak of orders .
"There's a lot of droids down there, the jedi's are encircled and more reinforcements are in route" the sniper answered swiftly.
"That's news I needed to hear." laughed the injured clone.
"Sir, who's going down after 4168" asked 5741.
I took a moment to think
"Myself, the rest of y'all and finally 5782." I answered, I wasn't in the mood to make a list right now.
"Get moving 4168 !" I ordered, I felt bad sending him down first but it was his blaster.
"Yes sir !" The clone replied as he began walking towards the wall of the arena.
He hopped down the sound of his boots scraping against and the wall was drowned out by blaster fire.
A couple moments passed in a sense of silence before they spoke over the communicator .
"Sergeant you're clear to come down " spoke the clone in the arena.
"Copy that" I replied with a sense of nervousness forming in my gut.
"Cover me " I continued, I knew these men would have done so regardless but i said it nonetheless.
He grabbed the cable and began to rappel down the wall, the sounds of fighting were twice maybe thrice as loud in the arena. It took a couple of moments but for the clone it felt like hours.
He finally reached the ground and immediately spoke to the other clones.
"The Cable is clear !" I spoke over the communicator before taking a ready stance .
It only took a few minutes for the rest of the clones to enter the arena.
"Again try not to die " Spoke I with a chuckle
"You should follow your own words. " 3192 Chuckled.
"Do as I say, not as I do !!! " I laughed , I had taken a couple hits after all.
The clone rushed into the circle of droids, the other clones followed him and wondered if he had lost it.
Droids had their heads yoinked , pulled and shot off swiftly, 4741 led the chaos these men were following right behind me .
The clones running off adrenaline and sheer will, slowly but surely carving a hole in the droid forces.
The sounds of LAATs rushing towards the arena slowly came into earshot, 4741 was determined to get to the centre before backup arrived .
The group of clones led by the clone of questionable sanity grew ever more ferocious; they were about half way through the circle, the sounds of our thermal detonators just another instrument in our chaotic orchestra.
"Sergeant, there's a LAAT headed our way for the injured" spoke 6186
"Copy that , take that ship we'll meet up later." I responded by only halting my pistol's fire for a moment.
"Corporals throw more thermal detonators into the droids." I ordered .
5782 did not respond but explosions became far more frequent. Sending droids, dirt, rocks and general debris flying. Before the clones could break into the circle the sergeant spoke.
" Grab a droid, use 'em as shields. " ordered the sergeant swiftly.
Not waiting for the clone to break into the circle, he walked backwards firing at the droid . The clones breaking through the droid caused a brief pause in the chaos. His brothers followed swiftly, all of them holding the corpse of a droid .
"BY THE STARS" the clones heard from behind them .
4741 chuckled silently to himself.
"Cover those clones" ordered the same person who yelled as bolt stuck the droid 4741 was using as an impromptu shield
4741 let out a mad cackle pausing for a moment, letting his brothers pass him before continuing his journey backwards.
Finally reaching friendly lines the clone entered, he threw the droid to the sands .
The LAAT came into sight .
"I won." the clone silently whispered to himself .
"What's your name, soldier ?" Asked what appeared to be a Jedi padawan who stood by 4741.
"CT 4741, sir!" The clone answered
"What's yours ?" He asked back .
" Your new name is Fierce, got that " the still unknown padawen dubbed me.
"Bet, so what's your name ? " The newly named Fierce asked .
"I'm jedi padawen anakin Skywalker!" The young man introduced himself, not even flinching as he deflected a blaster bolt.
"I'd say it's a pleasure sir, but I'd be lying I'm hating every moment of this."
Fierce chuckled as he gestured towards the droids before sending a volley of blaster bolts towards the droids .
"Yeah... you look like you've been through hell " he responded .
" I seriously don't look that bad do I ?! "
"C'mon, you're with me now " Anakin spoke to my squad as an LAAT prepared to land.
Another jedi and the senator hopped onto the LAAT before us, 4741 let his men board onto the ship and finally 4741 and Anakin hopped on the ship .
4741 walked over to the back of the ship and sat against the wall, a pained groan came out of his throat unconsciously.
"Are you ok, soldiers?" asked the other jedi Presumably Obi-wan Kenobi genuine concern lacing his voice .
"Honestly... Sir I'm lucky to be neither crippled or dead." the clone responded tiredly.
Obi-wan gave the sergeant a once over.
"You look like you've seen hell" he chuckled mirthlessly.
The clone genuinelylaughed
"Master like student" he spoke between laughter
"Anakin, what does that mean ?" The jedi asked
"Master, I told him the exact same" the younger jedi responded
"Look at ourselves, we all look like we've been thrown through a star" the senator pointed out Their hypocrisy
" Yeah, ya' bunch of hypocrite" 9245 laughed
"So what's the mission ?" 5782 raised the question of doom and despair.
"To capture or kill count dooku. " Answered the older jedi .
The clones all groaned in unison a couple variations of, " Why us. "
The 3 people who weren't clones chuckled at that.
"You lot survived two of the worst situations you can be placed in currently" spoke the younger jedi
"3 actually" sighed the sergeant
"Oh, what was the 2nd one ?" The senator asked
"Incircled by a bunch of droids in crater, had to ask my injured men to fix a ball turret and help us " drawled Fierce in an exasperatedly manor
"Wait, you're all not one squad ?" Anakin asked
"Nope, the lieutenant and other sergeants got taken out of commission, 4741 took charge " spoke 5782
" Well Fierce, it seems you're going to be getting a promotion! " Laughed Anakin
"Whats your name soldier " obi-wan asked the corporal
"CT-5782 sir " the clone answered
"You don't have an actual name yet ?" He continued to ask
"No sir" he responded
"You'll get one soon as I think of one that suits you " continued to get jedi
"Oh can I name one of you ?" Asked the senator
"Sure " spoke 3192 eagerly.
"Waves, that a your name" the young lady named the clone after a couple of moments of thinking.
"Sir, Count Dooku is heading towards a hangar, " said one of the pilots.
"Keep following him" responded the older jedi.
Fierce sat tiredly, but after hearing that he pulled his rifle onto his lap,swiftly swapping out the tibanna gas cartridge.
The pistols received the same treatment .
He couldn't properly clean them at the moment but he couldn't do much at the moment.
"C'mon we got a job to do. " Anakin said confidently as he walked over to Fierce.
The ship violently jerked.
"Shit not again" roared the injured sergeant .
The ship swiftly stabilised but a few occupants, mainly the senator, were missing.
Fierce ignored the Jedi's worried conversation in favour of composing himself .
A few more minutes passed in a tense silence, Fierce rose to his feet in preparation of the battle to come .
[A/N: sorry for the delay , school started back up, my sleep schedule ermm didn't appreciate it , TBF staying up till ungodly hours in the morning chatting with my American friends is also smth my sleep schedule appreciates .
Also I got a asoiaf fic in the works (maybe)]