Blade squad was small, it only had five members. It consisted of a Commander with a tarnished record, a Sergeant with unyielding loyalty, and three troopers. No Captain for their captains in the past all ended up dead on their first mission with the squad. It was dangerously small. Originally their number had been eleven members, now there was only five. Two of them were from the original formation of the team the rest were transferred over from other teams or survivors from a massacre. This did not please the commander of this small squad, Commander Gash.

He wasn't known as a nice guy to talk to. He was a good soldier, got things done. Yeah he was a good guy on the field and on duty. On leave however, that was a different story. His record had been clean until one trooper from his squad turned traitor. The trooper barely escaped the commander's wrath with his life. That was his first mark on his otherwise clean record. He was let off with a warning. But that was only the beginning of Gash's reputation.

He was convicted of manslaughter, intoxication while on duty, rape, and insubordination. But despite these flaws they kept the washed up commander for his experience, and ability to get the job done right the first time. Things had calmed down for a while until Gash accidently killed one of his own troopers, Kiba.

Despite the horrendous acts his sergeant; Fang, convinced the council to allow Gash pardon and to continue leading. This accident had knocked Blade squad's number down to the dangerously small five members that now remained. Gash, Fang, Brand, Cloak, and Dagger and that's how they remained for many months.

Gash looked at his small team with a very disappointed expression. The bunker was a mess, he had a briefing in ten, and the new transfer had not arrived. Gash wondered if the guy was ever going to show up at all. Brand`s part of the bunker was a disaster, he would be ridiculed later.

From behind there was a timid knock. Gash opened the door to find; not a seasoned trooper, but a recently graduated cadet. His appearance was odd for a clone; small boned structure, white hair that covered his ears and small of his face; or what Gash could see of it.

"I take it you`re the new recruit, Cesario?" Gash asked. "Well answer trooper!"

The kid only nodded before looking up at Gash with large grey blue eyes. He was only met with glaring caramel ones of his new Commander. He looked around the bunker almost confused.

"Well get settled in then. Fang, make sure the others don't pester him I'll see you in the mess later." he instructed as he turned to leave but Cesario had block his path which ticked him off. "Move kid, I have to go to a briefing."

Cesario pointed at himself and Gash then out the door, but hung his head and moved out of the way. He had wanted to go with Gash but remembered that briefings were by invite only. Defeated he tossed his small vacpac onto an empty bunk away from the others. For some reason he wanted to be closer to the commander. Shaking, he clutched at his chest for it hurt and he didn't know why.

Gash left the bunker and shouted "The place better be clean by lights out!" as he walked down the hallway. Frowning he hit the wall "They had to send a quiet type..." he growled on his way to the briefing.

Fang got everyone set on cleaning up the bunker. Cesario sat of his bunk looking very upset. He felt like no one wanted him there like all the other squads he had been shoved onto. Fang gave the kid a smile before continuing on with the clean-up. Brand had moved closer to Cesario and started to look the kid over. When Cesario met his gaze all he got was a smirk from Brand. This place scared Cesario.

Fang placed his hand on the trooper's shoulder "Hey, want to get something to eat?"

The new transfer nodded eagerly and hoped to his feet and followed Fang out the door. He hoped to see his new commander soon. If only he could speak,

After Fang and Cesario had finished there meal, Fang showed him around the base. He took him to the training room, the hanger, and the lounge. He was going to show Cesario where the briefing room was but Cesario tugged on his arm. He pointed at Fang then himself before pointing in the direction of the bunker.

Fang nodded leading the smaller clone back to the bunker. When he opened the door, he'd hoped the kid wouldn't ever see the darker side of Gash. But it was too late, Cesario had already seen what Gash was doing with another trooper but ignored and went over to his bunk. Fang left them hoping Gash would take it easy on the kid. Gash wasn't known to rape troopers on their first night with the squad, but he couldn't interfere. Before Cesario sat down, his stomach lurched causing him to lose the contents of his dinner. Too exhausted to care about what was happening, Cesario curled up on the bunk and fell asleep to Gash having his way.

Gash hadn't noticed that he had gained a somewhat drowsy audience until after he had filled the trooper with his seed. When he looked up, there was Cesario curled up on his bunk sound asleep. The commander wondered when the trooper had come in, how long he'd been there, and why he never said anything about his behavior. There was something special about him that he couldn't quite grasp. The smell was obvious that the kid was sick.

"Great...Hey, when you leave, be quiet about it." Gash instructed the trooper he had just been with before crossing the floor to Cesario. "You're an odd one Cesario. Damn cute though." he said wrapping the kid up in a blanket. "Hmm got a fever too..." he remarked leaving the bunker. Something was very different about Cesario; something had triggered a hidden place in the Commander. Cesario was not to be harmed.

~Side note~

Well time for new stuff. Sanyu feel free to add your comments here too! Love ya! Anywho's this is way before, Lu and Shadow come into the picture. So many back stories... Oh well, they're fun to write. Happy reading! ~ Rouge PS. Be nice to my lovely editor and my very special friend who helped me come up with the story. It is from the both of us.