Hello ladies and gents. Yeah so I'm starting off with sayin' that the first two chapters might not be the most interesting from an action perspective. The first two's more about the characters than action.
Braga Platoons First Mission Chapter 1
The Little Lady
A Special Ops platoon of clones and none clones are beginning their first mission. They are checking on a Republic Research Outpost that has gone dark. What they find will test them and will prove more dangerous than the Separatist droids. But they also have to deal with the tension between the Clones and the ragtag of regular marine criminals and rookies.
Hyperspace, Republic Frigate "Little Lady"
Commander Sarris J Helford are on the bridge with two pilots. Helford were a 46 years old man, a veteran in the Grand Army of the Republic. He had a cold expression on his face. He drove his right hand gently through his brown hair. It were trimmed recently. He locked his hand behind his back and looked to the first pilot.
"What's the time Ms Smith"? Helford asked.
"0700 hours, sir", Hannah Smith replied.
Hannah Smith were a 26 year old human female from Naboo. She were considered one of the best pilots in the Republic Navy, though not nearly as good as Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker in her own point of view. She had light brown wavy hair and grey eyes. A scar went over her left eye.
"Wake the Platoon up", Helford ordered.
"Yes, sir", Smith affirmed.
On a seat a short distance away sat the second pilot, Hans Cart, a human male with tanned skin, green marine cut hair in his thirties. He always spoke with a voice filled with authority.
"How long till the target Mr Cart"? Helford asked.
"Approximately six hours, sir", Cart responded.
Helford nodded and left the bridge.
"Let's go people", Smith echoed through the intercom. "Up and at 'em".
Cortana twisted in her bed and tilted her head up. Her tired black eyes opened and carefully watched her surroundings. She sighed before throwing the covers from her body.
The young red skinned Twi'lek got up and pulled a pair of black cargo pants on. Pulling a pair of black boots on, she finished with a black shirt without sleeves, revealing her black tattooed arms. Most of her body were covered with black tattoos. Except her head, a large tattoo covered her back, same with her stomach and chest, her arms and legs were covered.
Pressing the panel on the wall she exited her quarters. Looking around she spotted Emilie walking towards her. Emilie Yong were a young human female with a black ponytail, brown eyes and a small and slender frame.
"How you doing beautiful"? Cortana asked, planting a kiss on Emilie's lips.
Emilie smiled and gave her a small tender kiss back.
"Much better now", she said.
They started walking and made their way to the mess hall.
The mess were a large circular room with a large circle formed white table in the middle. Cortana saw an Aqualish male, a clone in a marine armor with the helmet placed in his knee and a tall, black haired male with a black beard. He looked between twenty-five and thirty-three, if she had to guess. He were eating from a plate filled to the breaking point of food. For someone that eats so much, he were extremely thin, just like any other human.
Cortana and Emilie sat down. Cortana took a seat across the table from the Aqualish, as Emilie sat beside the eating man.
"Hi", she reached her hand out and smiled.
The bearded man turned to her, put down the fork and knife and accepted her handshake.
"I'm Emilie", she introduced herself.
"Nathaniel", he returned the smile. "A pleasure, call me Nate".
Cortana crossed her arms and watched as three others entered the room. All three male. In short a blue skinned woman with dark blue hair followed. Her hair stopped, just passed her ears. She were dressed in a white clean and shiny jumpsuit. She had a slender frame and clear blue eyes.
She kissed Nathaniel on the cheek before sitting down next to him. The table were quickly getting crowded as more people arrived. Cortana counted ten. The eleventh were a young girl, couldn't be more than seventeen years old. Her eyes were bright green and her hair spun up in pigtails with a clear pink color.
"Who the heck are you"? A man chuckled. "Guess the Republic's getting short of clones".
"Shut it Bolton", Helford snapped at him.
Cortana snorted quietly to herself.
This man got to be PFC Greg Bolton. He were human, bold, blue eyes. Bolton had been charged for bad conduct twice and three times for sexual harassment. She wouldn't enjoy having him in the platoon. But as his superior officer, she wouldn't take any crap. If he steps out of line, she would have him kicked to the brig, or to trash duty.
The last to show up were a group of four clones. All in full marine armor and the helmet under their arm, except one man. He were clearly an Arc Trooper. Probably a commander. One were a pilot as the rest wore marine armor.
The clone officer took up a standing position a few meters from Helford.
"Okay", Helford spoke up. Everyone else quieted down. "Now when everybody is here. Welcome to Braga Platoon and the Little Lady, your home for the coming future".
He looked at the people around the table. A few had turned around in their chairs to see him.
"I am Commander Sarris J Helford. Your commanding officer. This bucket of scrap we're flying on. It's mine". He nodded at the clone standing in the Arc Trooper armor. He had a rounded helmet and green stripes on his armor. "That's Lt. Commander Dover, second in command".
Dover gave a nod. He had his hands together behind his back and held a straight and hard face expression.
"A few of you know each other, but for most of you, you haven't see anyone else in this room before", Helford spoke. "Later you'll meet two of our pilots, Cart and Smith". He turned his head to Cortana.
Fritz "Wolf" Dietrich turned his gaze to her as Helford did. She were a red Twi'lek with exposed arms. They were covered by tattoos. He could see a visible tattoo on her neck, but her black shirt covered up half. She sat leaning backwards with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Sergeant First Class Aisha Cortana", Helford presented her. "Gives the expression being a 'Hardass' a face".
A round of chuckles spun around the table and Cortana smirked.
Dover narrowed his eyes under his helmet. Cortana were taken into custody by authorities on Coruscant three years ago and accused of four accounts of first degree murder. She were given the choice of either going to prison and spend twenty years of her life behind bars or serving in the GAR. He were above working with people like this.
This were the Republic's finest? If they were chosen to the Special Ops Division someone must think they were good. Perhaps they were, although, Dover didn't want to be the one dealing with them. And Cortana weren't the only one in the Mess with a criminal record.
Helford continued down the round table.
"PFC Samantha Quinton", he spoke. "Marksman".
"Ya'll call me Sam", she smiled courtly.
She had her legs on the table and rested her back on the chair.
She were blonde, her hair were pulled into a ball on the back of her head. She were a rookie, though one of the best in her class.
"Sergeant Joseph Lincoln". A man with brown back combed hair, of regular height and always by the book, except his trouble with authorities and command. He were in his thirties.
A few clones were next.
Troopers Panzer, Digger and Voice Cracker. Quinton smirked at the name "Voice Cracker". She received a glare from Digger, Panzer and another clone without a name at present time to her. Dover turned his head to her but said nothing. Cortana couldn't see if he glared behind his helmet.
PFC Emilie Yong and PFC Nathaniel 'Nate' Nataliano were next up with Nathaniel's assumed girlfriend next. Nathaniel scratched his black beard as he continued eating. Half the plate were empty already.
The blue skinned female with the dark blue hair and clear blue eyes were PFC Dani.
"Our Engineer Vash", Helford nodded to the Aqualish male.
He gave a slight polite nod. He wore a brown jumpsuit and chowed a piece of bread.
"Here you have Corporal Aiden Ford", Helford continued with the presentation.
Ford were a young man of 24 with millimeter long trimmed black hair, black skin and brown eyes and a black cap. He were another rookie in the Platoon.
"PFC Fritz 'Wolf' Dietrich".
Dover studied him. Dietrich had black Reptilian eyes, the only feature he had from his Trandoshan mother. He were a human/Trandoshan hybrid. Black hair and a scar went down his right arm, down to the wrist. It were an old battle scar. This man Dover had respect for, mostly sense he had been injured fighting the Seps and wanted back in the action.
PFC Greg Bolton were up next. Dover watched him with disgust.
Another criminal. Or close enough with his three cases of sexual harassment and two cases of bad conduct. The fourth amongst the gang of criminals were the seventeen year old with the bright green eyes and pink pigtails.
Jessica "Jessie" Carter were a hacker that were arrested hacking the Republic military network. She, like Cortana chose to serve instead of prison. She would serve as Braga Platoons technical expert.
Helford stopped behind the two last troopers.
"Our third pilot, Smash", Helford rounded it up. "And Clone Trooper Quickie".
The troopers noticed a few muffled chuckles. Quinton chuckled louder.
"Why the hell they call you 'Quickie'"? She asked with an amused grin over her lips. "Is it considering your sex life"?
Bolton broke into laughter as Nathaniel, Dietrich and Lincoln chuckled .The hacker Jessie cover her snickering with her right hand. Emilie muffled her chuckle into a simple smile. Cortana almost grinned but held it into a painful smile.
The four clones glared at Quinton. The blonde woman simply continued grinning.
"Watch it private", Panzer warned her with a threatening voice.
"Oh, I forgot", Quinton realized. "You ain't got a sex life".
Sergeant Lincoln couldn't resist and join Bolton in outright laughing. Dover stepped up and were about to speak as Helford stopped him with a raised hand. He wanted to see how they handled this themselves.
"Or"… Quinton started again.
She felt a hand smack the back of her head. She rubbed the back of her head as she turned to look over her shoulder. Cortana had a hard expression.
"Shut it", she ordered.
Quinton sighed.
"Aye, sarge", she didn't say anything else.
"Well than", Helford said. "If you are done playing around… we have a mission". He turned to Dover and nodded.
He cleared his throat.
"Listen up, in about five and a half hour we arrive at Jordeb, a world in the Outer Rim with a Republic Research Outpost on it. It went dark three days ago", Dover explained.
Dani raised her hand.
He nodded to her.
"A Separatist attack"? She asked.
"Possibly", Dover replied. "But fact is, we have no idea what happened in the Jordeb system. We only know that we received a distress call. It didn't specify what was happening".