(Screen name change from 'Aurora Lunar 0Love This0' to 'AL0LT0'. It was less to type.) Ok… I am a very bad fic writer. Very, very bad. God when did I last post anything? So what we have here is… mussing, a little conspiracy I cooked up for my pleasure as well as yours :P hopefully you'll enjoy.


Click, click, click.

Fives reveled in the sound of his boots hitting the ground, a perfect beat thrown off only by the slight swagger he had acquired as a result of his kama.

Click, click, click.

He could still remember the days he'd first come to the 501st with Echo. He remembered joking about the captain's walk, But Fives now found there was a certain… freedom to the swagger, it set you apart; let you see the world through… different eyes.

And damn if he didn't see the world differently.

The door to his barracks slide open and ARC Sergeant Fives stepped through, amber brown eyes scanning over the men half strewn across the barracks.

Tup

Boil

Gus

Kix

Pulsar

A small smile formed on his face.

It had taken him months to select these men. Months of searching through service records, under the table interviews, filling out endless paper work to get them all in the 501st. from there it had been easy for him to convince Rex to let him put a squad together.

To anyone else they where ARC Sgt. Fives's men.

They knew themselves by a slightly different name.

"Renegades, atten-tion." Like perfect little soldiers they snapped into place, backs ramrod strait, heads high, hands at their sides.

But Fives knew not one of them was a 'perfect little soldier'.

Renegades: backsliding, disloyal, mutinous, radical, revolutionary, traitorous, unfaithful.

They had good reason.

Click, click, click. Fives reveled in the sound as he stepped between the two uneven lines of men. Kix, Gus and Tup on his left. Boil and Pulsar on his right.

Click, click, click. He stopped, turning back around to address them.

"The time has come gentleman," he couldn't help the smile in his voice that didn't pass his lips. "Ready your weapons."

They fell out of line, returning to their bunk with the speed not even their life long training could have provided.

It was the speed of adrenalin, of unimaginable excitement at the prospect of what was to come.

This time, a smile did pass Fives's lips, his entire life… had come down to this.

When he saw that every one of his men had a blaster in hand he turned for the door, pulling his helmet on to cover his face. Behind him, he knew his men where doing the same.

Before the barracks doors slide open again, he spoke. An unset incantation they had whispered many nights before they'd fallen asleep, in the safety of their darkened barracks, where no one else could hear them.

"For Echo,"

Behind him, he heard Boil, Boil, his second. Boil, who would assume command of there squad if and When Fives was killed.

"For Waxer,"

Gus spoke next, the veteran of the squad, he'd been serving since Geanosis… he'd seen hell.

"For the sergeant." They all knew who he meant.

Kix followed, team medic, level head, droid killer.

"For Hardcase."

Pulsar was after him, the jokester, the clone, no one took him seriously… no one outside of the squad.

"For Trap."

Tup was last. Always last. The rookie of the group, but he had seen Umbaria, he'd seen war.

"For Dogma."

The doors to there barrack slide open, and they marched forward, guns in hand, helmets firmly in place.

No one stopped them, no one asked any questions. Which was surprising considering Fives was sure they looked ready for war.

But then again… most troopers looked like that all the time. The cautious, stiff gaunts of boys made men to fast by war and experimentation.

Unjust.

Unfair.

They had good reason.

They stepped out into the crowded street of Coruscant, and still got little more than a few curious glances from passers by.

But troopers with guns where not out of place.

Not in this time when war was a household word, as was clone.

They reached the rail station with little problem, and even as they climbed aboard the trans no one spared them more than a glance.

That was, until Fives raised his blaster.

And shot the mongrel trans marshal.

Everyone paid attention then.

"This is a hijacking." Even as he spoke his men moved out, just as they had prepared to do, securing the exits, Pulsar going to take care of the engineer running the trans. "If you cooperate, you will live, if you don't-" the transport came to a metal screeching halt, telling Fives that Pulsar had done his job. "You will be shot without hesitation."

Months of planning, it had taken him months to prepare for this, months of his painfully short life. But it would be worth it, it would allll be worth it.

The senate would pay for the death of his brother.

As would the Jedi.

Because even though the majority of the people on this trans were no name civilians, most likely soon to become mere numbers in the grueling statistic of civilian casualty in an endless war.

Senator Amidala was not,

Nor was senator Organa.

Nor senator Chuchi.

Nor any other member of the senate, who where currently huddled together in the back of the trans, confused, betrayed looks on their normally stoic faces.

"Contact the chancellor," He spoke over his shoulder to Gus, who was already elbow deep in the holo-communicators control panel. "Give him our demands." He twirled the blaster at the end of his fingertips. "And tell him if they aren't meet within half a cycle… we start killing passengers."


Just a little bit of musing. No there probably wont be much more, unless Reviewers demand it to be written (also if anyone wants to take up the story, be my guest. So long as you ask permission) please Review I live off of them :P (anonymous reviews excepted)