The Aftermath

by AttiWantsToBattle

Junker, a clone commando, born and raised on Kamino. Has lost everything, his honor, pride, and even his squad, Read the life of a Deserted Clone Commando, who may not be as alone as he thinks in this universe. My story is dedicated to Karen Traviss, she is my favorite Star Wars author and always will be, Thank you for the inspiration and courage you gave me to write. -Ended-

1. Prolouge

The Aftermath

Dedicated To Karen Traviss, my favorite Star Wars author!

Prologue

The sand was harsh against our helmets. Red bolts of hot energy burnt through the sandstorm, like a beacon in the darkness. And this was our moment, Zeta squad was going to survive and thrive. Behind my back I heard my sergeant yell,

"Take cover, left flank, watch your 12 Junker!"

That was my name, Junker. They called me that on Kamino because I would always tinker with the junk that was thrown away, heck, I built a rifle from the junk. I heard my sergeant yell again,

"Another wave of sand inbound! Take shelter in the Bug hole!"

I was so hyped on Adrenal I didn't even say anything, I ran inside the abandoned hut and jumped down the hole. The landing was rough, it turned out to be stairs. I looked around, I only saw my sarg., and the rest of my squad thanks to the T-slit visors.

"Form up," said the sarg. "Stay together, I don't like it."

We were supposed to converge with RC-1136's squad and take down the droid factory.

"Junker, see if you can get Omega on the line?" Said the sarg.

"On it," I replied "You all move on ahead, I'll catch up."

And so they did, I opened up our comm channel to omega and all I heard was.

"This is RC-1136, Commando down! I repeat commando down," I heard the commando yell "I'm pulling out! Vin!? Tay!? Jay!? RESPOND!"

I tried to yell back, "Darman, this is Junker respond!"

I heard a scream down the arched hallway and yelled out,

"Sarg!"

It was the last thing I said as a Geonosian staff hit me in the back of the head, then, blackness.