Squad 170

Jedi General Beti-Vel Koshare

Brown Jedi Robes and Yellow lightsaber

RC-4110: Commander Brevet

Red and Grey Commando Katarn-Class Armor

CT-2365: Private Vince

Phase II Dark Red Clone Armor

CT-2043: Private Dusty

Phase II Dark Red Clone Armor with a Sand Person tattooed on his helmet.

CT-1986: Private Hayes

Phase I Faded Red Clone Armor

CT-2128: Private Dhursh

Camouflage Scout Trooper ArmorMissiles collided with the towers ahead of them. "Get under cover!" Commander Brevet called. "Copy that," the four clones behind him affirmed. It was simple to identify each of them: Commander Brevet was the commando assigned to Squad 170, he did things his own way-whenever a Jedi was...absent. The next in line was the scout troopers Dhursh, his camo armor had helped him through many a battle. Dusty carried a DC-15A-the only one to do so. Vince and Hayes guarded the rear of the team as rubble rained down from the skies. "Commander! The Seps firepower is too much! We must retreat!" Vince yelled into his built in comlink, "Sir, we must fall back!" Another explosion rocked the ground. Brevet faced the squad behind him, "The general and the 212th is counting on us, the mission is to disable or obliterate the shield generator. We will not turn back." The commando jogged over to a dislodged boulder and waved the troops over. Vince rolled his eyes behind his helmet and murmured to Dusty over a private channel, "Fat lot we're gonna do them if we're Separatist Bait." Dusty laughed hoarsely, "Don't tell the commander that." Droids fired from the concealed positions in the ruined buildings. "Oh that's just great, see what you did Vince?" Hayes called, mock severely. "I don't know, this could be a party!" Dusty said. Dhursh sighed, there was one in every squad. "Hayes! Take out the left flank, use the droid poppers. Everyone else, focus on the right." Hayes stood up and tossed three off. Zzzzt! "Seven kills, three stones!" He looked at the other side, only a heap of twisted droid parts remained. He grinned, five seconds flat. "Was that it?!" Dusty yelled. Metal footsteps echoed around them. All four clones looked accusingly at Dusty. He raised his Deecee, "Guess not!"