A New Order

A Clone Wars Fan Fiction By:

Adam Cook

The Mission… The Nightmares… they're… finally over… Fives lay seeing nothing but darkness. This is it. I was this close to knowing the answers. This close! Fives thought. I could've told Rex. I almost did! But now I'm DEAD! Fives thought as he punched in rage. KUNK! Fives heard a big bang… and he felt it too. Ow… my… my fist? Fives thought. Fives didn't understand. He was dead. How did he feel himself punching something? Fives reached out his hand to see if he could feel anything else. Not more than an inch away from his face there was a solid surface of wood. Where was he? Was he actually dead? Was Fives… buried alive? Fives decided it was worth a shot. He had to tell Rex everything he didn't have a chance to. Fives felt as much of himself as he could. Sadly, yet obviously, he had not been buried in his full armor. Fives was just wearing a black (well he assumed it was black) one piece suit. Fives tries to feel with his legs. He felt something! It's… his helmet! He had just enough room to pass it to his hands. Now that he had it, he had to figure out what to do with it. Fives felt around his helmet. How could he use this to get out? Well, let's see if my headlight still works… Fives thought. He pressed the side of his helmet and a flicker of light appeared. I guess I could use some batteries. Fives thought to himself. It wasn't much, but it was enough to see. Fives realised he could probably contact someone through his comms. Fives brought his helmet as close to his face as he could and pressed the comms button.

"Hello?" Fives found his voice a bit off. I guess he hadn't talked in quite a while. How long had he been under here.

"Uh… hello? Can anyone read me? My name is CT-5555, but everyone knows me as Fives. Hello? My name is Fives and I believe I've been buried alive… Hello?" Fives lay his head on the ground… in the ground… he put his head down. This is no use. Who's going to hear me?... but I've got to keep trying. Fives talked for literally… minutes before he finally heard something.

"-55- Wait did-say CT?-Hel-" The signal was incredibly choppy, but Fives didn't care. This was his only chance to get out of the situation he was in.

"Yes! I am Fives! CT-5555! I'm an ARC trooper for the Galactic Republic and I have been buried alive." Fives waited for an answer, but there was nothing but static.

"Blast!" Fives yelled, kicking the roof of his coffin. He then lay silent for a couple seconds before hearing a crunching above him. The wood must be breaking. Fives thought. I guess THIS is it. As the crunching got louder and louder, Fives closed his eyes to accept his official demise.

"Well would you look at that." A voice from above said. Fives opened his eyes to see a hole in the roof of his container. There stood a man wearing overalls and holding a shovel. "How long have you been in there son?" The man asked. Fives took a second to think of his answer.

"I… honestly do not know, sir." Fives looked at the man and then looked at what was behind the man. Coruscant. He was definitely still on Coruscant. He saw looming skyscrapers and ships whizzing above.

"Well, I guess we can talk more once you're out of that hole!" The man chimed in. He continued digging as Fives lay there. When all the dirt had been cleared and the coffin had been opened, the man helped Fives to his feet. Fives stumbled.

"I guess you've been in there for a while! You can hardly walk!" The man chuckled. Fives managed a smile.

"I guess so." The man helped Fives towards a small building on the other side of what seemed like a cemetery. So I was dead. Fives thought. Or.. people thought I was. Fives looked at some of the gravestones. Some bore names of fellow clones Fives remembered.

"Is this some sort of… clone graveyard?" Fives asked the man. The man shook his head.

"Nah. This is just a normal cemetery, but this row of graves are all clones. No particular order. Too many to bury to focus on the order. Any friends of yours?" The man questioned. Fives was about to shake his head until he came across a gravestone in the shape of a teardrop.

"Tup…" Fives said under his breath. "I… I thought I'd saved him, but… I was… too late…" Fives fell to his knees and put his hands on the stone. "I almost did it Tup. I almost stopped them. I… wasn't fast enough… I'm sorry Tup." Fives lowered his head. The man shifted his weight behind Fives.

"I'm assuming you were… uh, close to this one?" The man asked. Fives got up, nodded, and continued walking. The man put his hand on Fives' shoulder.

"My name is Richards, but you can call me Colin. And I take it you're Fives?" Fives nodded as they approached the small building.

"Alright, just come on in. I'll make you something to drink and eat and we can figure out what's going on with you. So what's your story?" They both walked into the hut.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Note: I hope you liked my first chapter of this exploration into what might have happened if Fives had survived. I hope you like it. I'm starting chapter 2 right away and would love some feedback. Thanks!