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AN OLD FRIEND--Part 2: Alpha meets Obi-Wan “Alpha,” said a voice behind him.
He turned slightly in his seat. It was General Kenobi.
Rising stiffly to his feet he stood at attention. The Jedi almost immediately waved him to ease.
“Alpha, how long were you in those stasis tubes?”
He swallowed, feeling the scratches on his neck strain just from the little movement of his adam’s apple.
“Two months, sir.”
Obi-Wan gave a small smile.
“I realize that you’re not the same Alpha I rendezvoused with on Kamino,” he said ruefully.
The trooper said nothing, not wanting to offend the Jedi who seemed to have taken a liking to him.
“Where is that trooper, might I ask?”
“CT-2225 is—dead, sir,” he said, a lump forming in his throat.
The General’s face softened with sympathy.
“He died from the clone sickness, sir,” finished Alpha, glad for the protection of his helmet so
Underworld-- Part One>>Identification mark: CC Two Two Two Four.
Log mark: Oh-Five-Oh-Five-Two-Seven-Three-Six. >Summary: I serve the 212th, 7th Sky Corps, which was scheduled to disembark from Coruscant to the sovereign world, Bomis Koori 4. By summons of General Kenobi, my legion was spared and instead appointed precedence over an investigation of terrorist origin. The following record is of the in-depth investigative meeting and the actions taken directly after by this elected panel. End of line.
Lost Soldier part 2
It took the brother and sister pair about twenty minutes or more to figure out the trooper's armor and get it all off of him. They found his injuries to consist of a heavy shrapnel would to his left side. It was well away from his heart, but blood was seeping from the large gash steadily.
"Stang. It must take them and hour to get all this junk on." Cade growled irritably.
"S-seven…minutes…" the seemingly comatose trooper suddenly spoke up.
The two gasped in surprise and turned to look at him, but he had not moved, nor did he show any other signs of being awake.
"See? He's gonna be okay." Raven said firmly.
"You think?" Cade didn't look too sure. "He's got bits of dirt and metal in the wound still. And it's gonna need stitches and lots of bacta… And it's probably already infected."
"We don't have any painkillers here either…" suddenly, this whole task seemed much more daunting than it had just an hour ago.
Cade got up and went to get what they would need. He sterilized several needles a
AN OLD FRIEND- part 1 of the stories of Alpha The door opened smoothly, sending a patch of light falling to the floor.
Cody smiled to himself, breathing in the familiar, fresh smell of the room. His room. It was almost the only thing he actually owned. Beneath the steady rush of air through the ventilation system, the distant hum of the great engines of the Vigilance sent nostalgia trickling into his stomach like warm tea.
This was his home.
He stepped through the doorway, realizing that someone walking by might think it strange for a lone commander to be standing in the doorway to his quarters, smiling at nothing.
Shutting the door behind him, he felt his way to the lamp he knew was sitting on his desk, and flicked the switch on. The warm light glowed on the interior of the room.
He inhaled the fresh air. Stars he loved this place. It made him feel so alive, so young.
He changed out of his armor into the grey fatigues, grateful for the solitude of the room. Cody had always felt self-conscious under the
Cody and Rex Debate Cody put a hand on Rex’s shoulder.
“What is it?” he asked quietly.
The captain’s gaze flicked irritably to his, and the commander felt himself recoil from the abrasion in that stare.
The orange emblazoned clone’s frown deepened.
“Rex….you know they’re all not like—”
“Like what, Cody?” the 501st trooper interrupted. “Bad?”
Rex gave a bitter laugh.
“You of all people should know better.”
“I’ve served under General Kenobi for this entire war,” said Cody, a warning edge in his voice. “And I have never had my trust betrayed by him. Not once.”
The captain shook his head smiling
Underworld--Part Two The next morning a dreary rain misted over the nine ships of the Sky Corps’ fleet. The Vigilance was a hub of activity though. Due to the precipitation the plans for lounging around on top of the flagship’s upper exterior were cancelled, and the clones reluctantly had turned toward testing Radar and Link’s new video game.
“It’s like Rabid Tautans only with flamethrowers!” an eager Radar had told them. “You still race around the track with other players collecting creds, but now you can like shoot them and stuff!”
Two new gunships had also come in to replace those lost on Kooriva, so the pilots and a group of clones were down in the hanger deciding names and noseart. Cody had heard that one of them was to be called Your Bad Day and the other Flak Opera to honor the former 212th pilot Oddball, now commander of his own legion. The last he had heard, Daniel was firmly defending the idea of a great foot to be painted on eith
Death of Echo Tribute
I see my opportunity, it's now or never, and we need to get out of this horrible place. "This is our only chance!" I call to my brother. "Come on!" I snatch a protective shield as I sprint to protect our only way off planet. I dash through blaster fire to get to the ramp with my brother tagging behind. I see the commando droid manning the turret. I don't have a clear shot, but maybe somebody else can get him while I distract.
"Echo! Look out!"
Too late, I turn to get a better look and see that the droid locks on. The ship behind me is hit by the turret rounds. A violent explosion of bright light and noise tosses me mercilessly through the air lifting me as easily as dust in the wind. My whole body erupts into horrible pain as I fly towards the ground or a wall I can't
Lost Soldier part 3
"I wonder if he has a name…?" Raven mumbled absently. She'd been watching over the unconscious soldier for hours now. He'd not stirred awake since his last attempt at getting up while she was stitching his wound. He still had a fever, and would mumble things from time to time, but none of it ever made sense to her. He was mumbling even now.
"….seven…oh…careful….watch your..left…" his voice again faded out and he was more-or-less peaceful once again.
Seven-oh? Like seven zero? Or something else? Was he remembering giving commands to one of his fellow soldiers? He thrashed once and Raven gently pressed a cool cloth to the ailing trooper's forehead and crooned softly to him in a low soothing voice to try and calm him back down. After a few minutes he again blinked his dark golden colored eyes open. His bleary, confused gaze flicked about the room dazedly.
"Wh-where am I?" he asked hoarsely.
"You're back on the farm trooper. Me and my brother got you all fixed up again. B
A war torn landscape is never pretty. And this once beautiful planet is just one of countless many other destroyed in this war. It was lush, stunning, with farms and small towns scattered across the vast land. It had been a profitable place to live, if you wanted peace, quiet, and didn't mind a bit of hard work.
There had been no strategic purpose in fighting there. Neither side really had any use of the place, but where the Republic wishes to rest and house their soldiers, the Separatists will soon follow. The once glorious landscape is now littered with broken bodies of both clone soldiers and their metallic opponents. Trees and fields have burned to the ground; nothing is left of the hard work and years but smoldering wreckage.
People are slow to return to their fields, fearing the worst is not over yet; but all is eerily still. Even the avians aren't singing their beautiful songs. The light breeze carries the scent of death and destruction, not the normal midsumme
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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