Notice:

I am not the creator of nor do I own the Star Wars franchise, or any of the characters featured in this story with the exception of the 4 CloneTroopers. This is a non-cannon fan made story for entertainment purposes. All credit for everything Star Wars goes to Lucasfilm.

(This is only my second story, I hope you enjoy!)

Chapter 1

"Decisions"

Everyday, actually almost every second after I got out of my accelerated growth chamber I spent in the training simulator with my squad but mostly by myself. Some say I probably spent a little too much time in the sim. Usually I'd be alone against a heap of clanker's, a dilemma they deemed impossible to escape...they were probably right. They also said I was crazy...well they were probably right about that too. But I was determined to make sure I was ready for every situation possible when I was finally let out onto the battlefield, whenever that day would be. I grabbed my meal and sat with the boys as usual, CT-0101, CT-0666 and CT-5249, of course we used their nicknames. Tech, Devil, and Scratch, then there was me CT-0416. I...didn't have a nickname yet, they just called me Shiny. The typical nickname for rookies around the facility of kamino it was used on the battlefield too when rookies hadn't been assigned a specific battalion yet.

Tech:(Sarcastically) Hey there Shiny.

Shiny: Shut it tech.

Scratch:(Chuckles) Think of a nickname and we'll stop calling ya that.

Shiny: Kind of hard when there's nothing special about you. Not even my designation is interesting. It's as dull as dishwater and as boring as a box of rocks.

Devil: Hey cheer up. It'll come to you.

Shiny: I hope your right about that.

Tech: Don't worry I'm sure it will.

Scratch: You know what I'm sure of?

Shiny: What's that?

Scratch: I'm sure that I'm gonna be in the 187th Legion under the command of General Windu.

Devil: Big mistake the 212th is where the actions at. With General Kenobi leading the charge, those seppies don't stand a chance.

Scratch: Yeah whatever. How about you tech where you going?

Tech: Oh nothing big just an ARC Trooper in the 327th.

Devil: What!

Scratch: An ARC Trooper? Your joking right?

Tech: Nope, I already have the new designation ready and waiting for when I get out of here.

Scratch: "Well congrats that's a pretty big deal, you know its actual-" I dozed off after Scratch started blabbering about the responsibilities of an ARC Trooper and started to question myself. What was I going to do? I hadn't been accepted into any battalions yet. I wasn't sure if I was good enough but I kept hope that I wouldn't be another fill in rookie tossed into the field to die. I started to come out of it as Scratch called my name.

Scratch: HEY! SHINY!

Shiny: What!

Scratch: You hear what I said?

Shiny: Oh no, I uh spaced out.

Scratch: Oh.

Devil: Nonetheless what about you?

Shiny: Pardon?

Devil: Your battalion?

Tech: Yeah, where are you heading to?

Shiny: Oh...I...uhhh.

Devil: You haven't decided yet?

Shiny: No that's not it...I just.

Before I could come up with and excuse Nala Se was heard over the comm system. She requested the presence of Metal Squadron. My Squadron. I got up quickly and dumped the remains of my meal into the disposal I felt my group starring me down giving me looks of confusion. I exited the Mess Hall and made my way towards the meeting room the rest of my group followed behind me. The door opened with a soft hiss and there stood Nala Se a bright white Kaminoan with the most outstanding feature being her neck. She spoke in a very light and passionate voice as we confronted her.

Shiny: Madame, You summoned us?

Nala: Yes. I am most glad to report that you all have passed your final Simulation test with record time and that you have also been accepted into your new divisions.

Tech: Yes!

Scratch: Bout time.

Devil: Finally some action.

Nala: each of you will depart later today at 0530, Your new unit gear will be waiting for your in the barracks.

Scratch: Pardon me Madame, but don't we graduate with the rest of the squadrons

Nala: Normally yes, But because of your advanced abilities we thought it best to get you and the other squadrons out on the field as quickly as possible.

Devil: Thank you Madame.

The boys and I left the room professional like only to celebrate like hooligans in the hall outside. Then I stopped, I remember that I had applied for any of the battalions I was eligible for, but she had said that we had all been accepted. On the way towards the barracks I feel behind and wallowed in my thoughts "Was I not good enough" I thought to myself in my head. I started to think that maybe there was a mistake or that I was just being tossed in as a fill in rookie, the one thing I didn't want to be.