Prologue

Laser Fire.

It's all I've ever known. It's all I ever will know. And today, in the battle of Mygeeto, it might have been my death. My name was never like General Kenobi's, or Skywalker's. My only name until just seven standard weeks ago was CT- 9769, but my commanding officer renamed me "Ripjaw". I've been given Commando- class privileges to all vehicles to Republic arsenal, yet I doubt I deserve it. I never deserved it.

I only got this far because of my training with Delta Squad. They saw my records as the best in my training platoon, and took me in to serve as a Commando. I was never as good as they were, I was only the bridge between ARC Troopers and the Commandos. My brethen say that if the Commandos are as good as they hear, they could win the war themselves. I know that rumor is false, and I can prove it. Delta Squad took me on almost every mission they went on: Geonosis, I was crashed in a Gunship. They didn't find me and the survivors until the battle ended. RAS Prosecutor: I was the medical bay after breaking my arm in a brawl with a Commando Droid.

This is the first mission I've been assigned away from Delta Squad. Right now, they're on Kashyyk, and I'm in standard Phase II clone armor on Mygeeto. Fighting with Jedi General Ki-Adi Mundi.

I hold Jedi in high regard. Sadly, the losses on Umbara were tragic, only because the Jedi commanding their forces was an undercover Separatist. Seven weeks ago, the 96th Battle Legion was sent to Mygeeto to assist the 21st Nova and a fragment of the 501st in beating back Separatist occupation.

The moment we entered, chaos erupted. Like lava from a volcano, it was instantaneous. Men from my own squad were cut down as soon the gunship landed. Super Battle Droids shot a rocket launcher into the side of another gunship. The first word I ever heard on entering the battlefield was "Man down." The losses were horrific. Within minutes, half of my platoon was decimated. I gathered my surviving men and attatched my commander's helmet visor to my own. I was in command now. And it felt terrible.

"Sir!" Oppa, one of the men under my original command, came up and shouted over the explosions, "I've regrouped the survivors of the 96th, they're coming over undercover. The 21st is giving us enough cover to keep everybody alive. What are your orders, sergeant?"

"Keep everybody alive until we can escape," I bellow, "Commander Cliffhanger is dead. I'm taking command of this entire platoon. I'm officially making you my new second-in-command."

"Yes, sir!" Just as Oppa walks away, a clone screams for help in the bubble turret. Helping him out, Kix, a medic from the 501st, jabs a needle into his neck, relieving the pain.

"How is he?"

"He'll be fine, he just needs to be kept alive. You'll have to carry him. Oh, and by the way, Commander Appo wishes the best of luck on the survival of your legion. He sent you a custom kama." The newly polished war skirt, worn by the late Captain 7567, has been repainted orange to match my platoon color.

"Tell him we're fine, but thanks anyhow." Kix rushes off into the battle, only to be incapacitated by Super Battle Droids, which are shot down by my Commando Issue DC-17 Interchangeable. The cycle only continues.

"Sir!" The remaining soldiers of the 96th stand around a communications clone, listening to a special holotransmission. "Supreme Chancellor Palpatine has issued some kind of command! It appears to say that the Jedi are traitors, and are to be eliminated with extreme prejudice."

My bloodshot eyes widen in horror, looking helplessly as General Mundi leads at least twenty troops into the battlefield. Almost anticipated, CC-1138 and his troops gun him down. I can only imagine what's going on at Felucia, Kasshyyyk, and Utapau. It is as every man in my platoon has feared. Turning to my men, I sigh, then speak.

"Gentlemen, Order 66 has been initiated."

QuilSniv presents: Star Wars: Rebellion Clone

A/N: So yeah, another fanfic. The first chapter will be the only chapter for a while until "Into the Void" has gotten momentum. Hope you enjoy the chapter for a while.