Star Wars: A Clone's Regrets/narrative

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Clone Trooper Mental Evaluation - RC 14/017

 * Evaluation Personnel: “Trooper, do you mind stating your designation and rank?”


 * RC 14/017: “If you don’t mind, lady, my name is Desirick. Clones fought and died for you out there, at the least we deserve a little respect.”


 * EP: “I apologize, Desirick. But for official purposes, you need to state your designation and rank.”


 * RC 14/017: “Alright. Officially, I am Republic Commando Fourteen slash Oh-One-Seven. I am the last remaining member of Commando Black Team in the Grand Army of the Republic . . . or are we not calling it that anymore?”


 * EP: “It is not important at the moment, One-Seven. You are here to recount your experiences with Jedi during the Clone Wars and in its wake. I trust you are able and willing to do such?”


 * RC 14/017: “sigh . . . ah. So that’s what this is about. Where exactly would you like me to start?”


 * EP: “The beginning of your experiences with them. The beginning is the best place to start.”


 * RC 14/017: “Right. I guess, in that case, Geonosis would be what you’re looking for. I can still hear the larty’s engines, the overseer yelling at us . . .”

'Zero Hour – Clone Wars

'LAAT/i over Geonosis

'en route to Western Bunker


 * “Troopers! This is the test of all the training you’ve received since before you were little babies! Since you were human embryos in fucking pods! To fail now will be a disgrace to that training, and to every clone on the field here today! You will not fuck this up! You get me?”
 * “Sir, yes, sir!” The four Clone Commandos of Black Team responded in unison.
 * As the hologram of their overseer faded, Black Team heard the distinct change in the engine whine of the larty, and they polarized their visors from clear to glowing blue.
 * The larty’s door swung open, and the harsh desert light of Geonosis’ surface flooded in as the four Katarn-suited clones jumped out of the gunship, firing DC rifles at new droid targets rapidly appearing on their tactical displays.
 * “Dez! On your right!” the team leader, Marc, shouted. Desirick flipped up his DC-17m Sniper Attachment and sent a beam of ion pulse laser through the plating of a Super Battle Droid. It clanked into the dust as the troopers ran over it.
 * Enemy fire began pouring in from their front and flanks, one shot almost going through Desirick’s head and leaving a blackened scorch mark on the side of his helmet.
 * The commandos were able to make it to cover behind a toppled-over ship that Desirick’s HUD tagged as a Hardcell-class transport. He watched Marc poke around the side of the fallen hull, and quickly pull back as a blaster round sparked off their cover.
 * “What’s the situation, Sarge?” Desirick yelled over the blaster fire. “Are we getting some support to take the fire off us?”
 * “Negative! We’re drawing fire for an AT-TE column to sneak around back of that spire and take out a cluster of Techno Union ships!”
 * “What!? We’re trained for infiltration, not front-line!”
 * “Tell that to the Jedi Generals! But for now, we are the support!”
 * “Great!” Desirick shouted, and began firing at the advancing droid units. After going through a clip and reloading, he noticed that the other two team members weren’t with them.
 * “Where’re Doug and Grant?” he asked, tapping Marc on the shoulder. Marc looked back at him, then over his head. He motioned with two fingers, and Desirick spun around. The two white-suited clones were covered behind a small dune, with Doug firing his heavy repeater on the advancing clankers as Grant threw out grenades to funnel them into the heavy weapon spec’s field of fire. The two were yelling like wild fools as light of explosions and blaster bolts lit up the battlefield.
 * “Well, good to know someone’s enjoying themselves!” Desirick yelled, and went back to firing. The enemy advance was coming quickly, and the droids began to pile up as Black Team was beginning to run low on ammo.