Star Wars: The Tale of a Clone Trooper/Chapter 1

Sage watched along the Venator hangar, DC-15S in hand. "Hmph." He grunted, and began taking his Patrol to the bridge. Life of a Clone Trooper. Horrid, and disgraceful. For some. However, Sage, enjoyed the war; he sought of it as his "passion, or strive." It was his command, and his only mind process. A slave of war. A fighter, with no soul. Thats what most Clones are. He isn't. He's not simple minded like the rest; he evades death. Nothing more than a normal Corporal. Thats what they thought. They thought very wrong. The Venator Sage was posted on was heading torwards Florrum. Figures. A small mission for a small squad. Of 212th Attack Battalions. One of the most elite fighters; ever. They were dispatched in a LAA/T, heading out to the fight. Blaster fire of Privates were heard. Sage pressed his hand on his Rifle, and jumped out of the LAA/T. He landed in a kneel, then to a crouch, approaching the Command Post. His squad secured the area, Sage going down as a Blaster was heard. "On target. Waiting for reinforcements." Sage said into his comlink. No response. "Waiting for reinforcements. Do you copy?" He spoke once more. No response. "Alright, men. We're prepared for this. The Venators obviously either disabled, or in combat. Move up to the Privates." Sage said quietly, flicking his fingers. His squad moved up, Sage behind. A grenade exploded. Two of his soldiers flew back, in death. Two left. Not including Sage. Sage's troops move back, Sage shoot down the Droid. They move silent through the rock, diving to cover under one.