Spectre 7:Reaching Out

-Demolitioneer

DISCLAIMER-

I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters or stories. My stories are fanfiction that use Ocs and certain plotlines and stories from the Star Wars Universe.. The rights to Star Wars rest with Lucasfilm and Disney, as far as I know.

I hope you enjoy my work.

PROLOGUE

One month before Order 66 and the Clone Wars' end...

This one was the final one. It had to be. The final battle. That's what every trooper charging into battle that day thought. They'd been fighting the Separatist forces for nigh on eight months, losing some and then winning back what had been lost and more, hour after hour, day after day, week after week, untill it was all just a blur. You'd wake upto some on the other toaster trying t bombard the living daylights of you; shake the drowsiness of, pick up an anti-ship rocket launcher , walk over a brother who had been crushed, electrocuted, or burned by the bombing and its aftermath; find, a firing position up high, take aim, and let it rip. Then you' simply go back to the dented barracks and sleep till your shift was the next one.

That was what a clone trooper went through every day on Cato Neimodia. However, this was not what an ARC Trooper had to put up with, thought CT-0002, as he made his way to his post-mission debriefing at Field Command Centre#42. Oh, no, not us ARCs, he thought, We get to head into the most violent confrontations where the odds are just about always stacked against us. Then again, that is the way he liked it. 0002 had the opinion that a battle wasn't really worth fighting if two criteria weren't met: one, it has to be challenging; and two, the cause has to be one worth fighting for.

As he rushed into the Command centre, an

AT-TE burst into flames, demolished by a separatist bomber's payload. He felt a twinge of sadness, knowing that at least eight men had been killed off. Watching his brothers and the people of Cato Neimodia die and suffer had become a part of everyday life. What scared and disturbed 0002 the most was how everyone of the Wolfpack-The battallion under General Plo Koon dispatched for the Cato Neimodia campaign-was used to it: the loss of lives, the wrecking of a perfectly good planet, and the destruction of the future of all the younglings who called this place home. If we didn't feel any remorse or pain for all the carnage, then aren't we basically battle droids?

As 0002 walked into the makeshift briefing room, racked and scarred from all the bombing, he was greeted by the stoic voice of Jedi Master Plo Koon:

"Koh-to-yah, ARC Commander. How does the day treat you?"

0002 removed his helmet-the General believed in making eye contact as one spoke-and grinned.

"Pretty well, compared to most days, General. I actually slept for four whole hours before an unfortunate platoon of clanker commandos happened upon my barracks and tried to kill my squad."

"Poor droids. Did they perchance get a single shot out of their rifles."

"They'll get to try and pull the trigger in my presence when hell freezes over."

"I suppose never is not just an empty word for you, it it?"

"Never was, never will be, General."

"As much as I would love to let you spend the day preying upon some poor defenceless droidekas",began Plo Koon, his words tinged with both amusement and pity for the droids,"I need you to on a special strike team. Your mission: to board and destroy the Confideracy flagship Devil's Gambit". The primary objective: to assassinate the captain, a TX/AARC series Super Tactical Droid, Operating ID#0002 callsign:the Mindflayer. Proceed with caution, for this droid is part of a line of droids were meant to be Anti-ARC specialists. And this one, was apparently meant specifically to counter you."

"Aw, they built a different kind of droid just to end me? That settles it. I'm going to head over there to thank them by cleaning Devil's Gambit of all droids; and then, we can have some fireworks, provided by the Gambit's collapsing reactor! When do I-"

0002 paused, as he had just seen a glint of light reflecting from a derelict building overhead move, the glint being the kind you get when a metal surface is painted with camouflaging, heat-retarding paint. The kind you see on a sniper rifle. Seeing where the glint was pointing, 0002 dived in front of General Koon, and suddenly felt a searing pain in the back of his head. As he slipped into unconciousness, he could hear men shouting and blasters firing, and saw the usually impassive Jedi looking over him with worry on his face, calling for an immediate medical extraction. As he heard the screams and sparks of clones and droids falling in battle, respectively, all ARC 0002 could think was:

"Karabast! I really wanted to set off those fireworks! The squad would have loved 'em. It would've been the pinacle of my carrier as a living torpedo...wait, is it Karabast, or Karbast?"

Three months later...

0002 woke to the sound of urgent beeping. Astromech beeping. Accompanied by short robotic wails. 0002 was wide awake now. When an Astromech wails, there is bound to be some serious trouble headed one's way.

"All right, all right. I'm up. What'sthe matter?"

As the Serenade of Wails came to a halt, he realised that there wasn't one droid, but four:three Astromechs, and one Pit droid, by the look of it. The pit droid leapt and quickly put a handover 0002's mouth, as if to calm him. He quickly rattled out his story-

The droid were part of a Covert Ops Detachment known as D-Squad. After their escapade with an Admiral named Gascon, involving stealing an encryption module from a Dreadnought, they had landed up here, on a Republic base on a remote asteroid near Kessel. This was where they had been brought for repairs, but had been abandoned when a sudden solar flare had hit. As a result, all the staff had evacuated. In the hurry, he had been left behind as the machinery he was linked to could not be moved. The droids had put him in the base's deepest storage room to keep the heat from killing him. Once, the Bacta tank had fixed him up his wounds and post-operation scars, it had notified the droids, who had come just now.

When asked about the War, the pit droid, WAC-47, called Cyclops, nervously told him of all that had culminated while 0002 had slept:

The Republic had been swept away, to be replaced by the Galactic Empire. The war was over, but darkness still reigned in the galaxy unopposed. The Jedi order has met its end with Order 66:the killing of all Jedi. There seemed to be no light to repel the darkness. The remnants of the Grand Army of the Republic had been decommissioned. The clones were replaced by the Stormtrooper Core. The Imperial Senate was just a facade to make people think they were still free.

0002 realized that for the first time in his life, he was all alone. General Koon had been killed during Order 66. The Wolfpack had faded away just like the rest of his brothers in arms. He had been left to die in a remote outpost on a desolate asteroid. Life seemed pretty bleak. NO!, he thought, I am an ARC trooper, I turn every situation to my advantage. I adapt to survive. He would make a new life for himself, one free from the Empire that had discarded the Republic he had sacrificed for. He decided he would take these droids along with him into his new life.

Once he had regained his strength, 0002 toured and surveyed the base. It was a new base, and most of the supplies had been left behind during the evac. He found a brand-new prototype frigate; type:Ram-class, designation:the Breakthrough. In another hanger, he found another prototype, called the UT-60D starfighter. He dubbed it the U-wing, because of its turning wings' default configuration looking like the basic letter 'U'.He also found three V19 Torrents, two AT-TEs, three AT-APs, and one Y-wing. Some speeder bikes were kept in a separate hangar. With D Squad's help, he loaded the starships and ground transports onto the frigate. He also loaded all the Phase I and II clone armour he found, as well as all the weaponry, ammo and explosives he could find. Lastly, he loaded all the rations, spare parts, tools, fuel and credits he could find. He was set for a long time, in terms of supplies. He was ready to roll.

After making all necessary preparations, the ARC Commander and D Squad boarded the Breakthrough, and set off for the stars, in search of new purpose and advanture.

This is my first story in the Star Wars Universe.

I'll be posting every now and then. I'm quite busy, so my posting might be erratic. You can assume that I'll be posting every 10 days or so, maybe?

This is the epilogue int he first season, which will have about thirteen chapters..after season one, we'll see if more seasons are to come.

As for fluff and ships, you'll have to wait a while, as the story is just warming up...and I'm not the best of romance writers, and hopefully not the worst.

Do leave some comments, and feedback is always welcome.

MTFBWYA.

Demolitioneer