Author's Note: I don't own Star Wars, just this story and its characters.
Star Wars: The Clone Wars
Title: Stories
Chapter: 1
Place: Aboard the Venator-class Star Destroyer, the Pathfinder Regiment's flagship, Conqueror.
The 9th and the 10th Advance Pathfinder Companies had just arrived to the ship and were greeted by the CO of the Pathfinder Regiment, Commander Strike himself. They had left Creat just less than 3 hours ago and all of them were tired and hungry.
After they saluted their Commanding Officer and took their leave, both the companies separated into 3 groups. One group hit the showers; another went to their respective barracks for a quick doze and the last went to the ship's mess hall.
Even was sitting together with the other three of the Creat's infiltration team in the mess hall. Zapper was not with them though as he had gone to the showers first. Everyone was chewing their food quietly, trying to comprehend their experience in the last mission that had ended almost 6 hours ago at 0022 hours. Unable to bear the quietness in the mess hall, Even finally spoke.
"How did this regiment came to be?"
Everybody looked at him.
"Well, I'm just asking."
No one answered and continued on eating quietly. A few minutes later, Even spoke out again.
"Well, it was good of our CO to bring the Conqueror to Creat to pick us up. I wonder how Conqueror got its smiling face."
O'Seven sighed in annoyance. "Are you always like this, Even?"
"He's curious about everything. He did ask a few questions in our previous mission," said Smiley.
"The creation of this regiment comes hand in hand with Commander Strike. If you want to know any one of them, you must know the other too," said Lieutenant Book. "Are you ready to hear it, Even?"
"Yes, I am ready."