Hey everyone, this is gonna be my first Star Wars story and I hope it lasts and is enjoyed. I am accepting OCS and require a few things. Feel free to pm me suggestions or put them in reviews. Same thing for OC applications. Posting an OC won't guarantee an acceptance but I will check it out. I do not own star wars but I do own the entire 628th Strike Battalion minus submitted OCs by others.

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE WHEN CLONE TROOPERS WEAR PHASE TWO ARMOUR

CH 1 - Stranded and Alone

*Coughing* "Commander?"

On a seemingly desolate planet, a Galactic Republic Consular class cruiser has crashed. It was sabatoged, 4 LAATs were able to just barely escape before crashing near each other as their engines explode. The four shuttles were carrying one battalion minus their Jedi general who had stayed behind to try and save others. Everyone not on these shuttles is presumed, and extremely likely dead. Out of the wreckage of the lead shuttle, a single trooper gets up. His armour is a forest camouflage with dark green shoulder pads and and ARF scout helmet that has a cracked visor. He was the first to wake.

*more coughing* "Commander? Are you there?" This clone trooper states climbing out of the wrecked shuttle.

*a bangsounds from another shuttle* "O-over here, is that you Sgt Snapshot?"

"Yes sir, its me. Hold on I'm coming."

"I can get myself out, look for other survivors." The commander states as another bang from the same shuttle sounds. The bangs seem to be the commander freeing himself. "Ive fought too many battles to die like this."

"Yes sir."

ABOUT 36 MINUTES LATER

What remains of the 628th battalion stands in rows, some leaning on others, some using makeshift crutches, and the worst ones are sitting on rocks or logs off to one side. All the troopers stand in groups, ARF, ARC, Heavies, medics, and standard with 2 men standing in front facing them. All the troopers have similar designed armour. Some form of camouflage with painted join pads except for the arc who have more customization choices. There are 47 troopers there.

One of the two in the front, the commander, stands on a rock. He wears a dark camouflage with a sun visor, battle skirt, and a forest green pauldron. His helmet is shaped like that of a 2nd airborne company paratroopers helmet. The other one, the captain wears ARC armour with a forest green pauldron and no battle skirt.

The commander clears his throat with his helmet off to get everyone's attention. "Alright, now down to business. We are saddened by the losses we have suffered here today and hope we don't loose anyone else. At this time it is believed that everyone not here is dead. We were lucky enough to be doing load up and fall out practice at the time or else we may never had made it out alive. Lieutenants shocker and collar have managed to get a scanner up an running but comma are out of the question. We have crashed on a planet beyond the outer rim after we had somehow come off course while In hyperspace. This planet seems like it has no intelligent life on it and seems to be unknown. Any questions?"

At this statement nobody raises their hand

"Alright then I will let captain Sharp take over and give you your assignments."

At this, the commander turns around and walks to the ruins of his shuttle where 3 shadow camouflage ARF troopers with black pads and a white 628th small on their chestplates eait for him, all of them wear battleskirts and seem nearly unaffected by the crash.

"You 3, for your survival and recon skills have been chosen by me and the Captain to do a recon mission to the ship and look for life. Any survivors at all. Don't take longer than ten days. I expect you back. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir, Commander Jackal!" The three of them say this in near perfect unison.

"Good, now get too it, its getting late."

After the the three left, the commander returned to the rest of the troops to see half of them securing the perimeter and the other half building a longer term camp. All of them expected to be there for a long time. The commander decides to help.

2 and a half hours later the camp is ready for inhabitants and, while seven troopers stay up for guard, the rest get some sleep.

Captain Sharp walks up to Commander Jackal and begins to speak.

"Well sir. Here we are."

"Mmmhm"

"How did the recon teams briefing go?" The captain seems a bit on edge which the commander takes notice of.

"It went well, why are you nervous Sharp?"

"Who said I was nervous?"

"You wear how you feel on your face."

"Well sir, its the crash. It was most likely sabatoge, but I doubt the Sabatier would just die in their work."

"And-?" The commander noticed the unease in the captains voice at this.

"That means they escaped or its on of us."

"Hmm, good point. I'll have first lieutenant Kirdy do a surprise troop, weapon, and gear inspection in the morning, now get some rest. After this the two head to their cots in the officers tents unaware of the first lieutenant who listened into the whole conversation who, is aso the only trooper missing a thermal detonator inside his charge capsule on the back of his belt.

The commander sleeps dreamlessly.