Just a note before this starts, this is my idea of where Clone Lieutenant Thire's story would pick up after the 'Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith 10' Comic released in January 2018. In the comic, the head of the Coruscant Guard, Commander Fox is killed by Darth Vader for failing to give his description to the troopers, causing them to mistake Vader for a Jedi and ultimately attack him. After capturing the real Jedi that they were after, Vader personally crashes the speeder they are on in order to make her death look like an accident. Hope you enjoy!
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CC-4477 'Thire' stood mere meters away from the wreckage of a Coruscant Police speeder that had just crashed outside the Jedi Temple. Amidst the flames, Darth Vader stepped out of the speeder and walked calmly towards Thire and the other troopers of the Coruscant Guard that had gathered around the wreckage. The Dark Lord had a menacing aura about him. Surprisingly, he seemed to have suffered no injuries whatsoever.
"The Jedi is dead. Fox failed me. Ensure you do not make the same mistake."
Thire stood entirely still – "Yes Sir. Your orders?"
Vader replied – "Find her body. Bring it to the Emperor's office."
Thire nodded furiously – "Yes Sir."
He began directing the troopers around them to search the downed speeder. Vader stepped around him and marched his way down the street. A fellow officer, Lieutenant 'Rys' jogged up to Thire. Rys had served with him several times throughout the clone wars and had recently been promoted to the new rank.
Rys cocked his head – "If Fox is dead… And Stone is MIA…. Does that make you the senior officer of the unit?"
Vader, still in hearing range, stopped and looked over his shoulder – "Congratulations on the promotion…. Commander."
Thire felt a chill go down his spine.
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Commander Thire didn't like his new promotion. Darth Vader had a reputation for killing clone troopers, mostly the ones in charge. As leader of the Coruscant Guard, anything and everything that went wrong here in the capitol was his fault. He felt like a target had been painted on his back. Thire walked into the cantina, reserved specifically for security members. A mixture of Coruscant Guard, Imperial Police and Senate Guard sat at different tables, eating their breakfast. He stepped up to a table different from the rest. It was the officers' table. Around it, each seat had a name plate on it for the different leaders of the units. Three he recognized, his own, that of Lieutenant Rys and of Commander Fox. The other name plates were members of the other two units and Thire didn't feel the need to get to know them. The table felt unusually empty without fox there. He had been the commander of the guard for the entirety of the clone wars. It was hard to believe that he was dead. Rys was already at the table, enjoying his meal.
Rys looked up from his food and smiled – "Good Morning, Commander."
Thire sat down – "Any new developments I should know about?"
"No Sir. None."
"A quiet day is a good day"
"Aye, Sir."
As if on cue, a siren went off. A voice spoke into the intercom: [POLICE AND GUARD PRESENCE REQUIRED AT SENATE APPROACH. EXPLOSION REPORTED]. The troopers and police knew their orders and immediately rushed out of the room to the armory. Many were struggling to put their helmets and armor on. From there, they exited the Coruscant barracks and entered Police Speeders. Someone was attacking the Senate...
The speeders arrived at a gruesome scene. Outside the entrance of the Senate building, bodies of security personnel were strewn everywhere. The few remaining troops were taking cover and opening fire towards a much larger group opposite of them. They seemed to only be civilians with rifles and various pieces of armor. The speeders landed close to the building and unloaded the first detachment of clones, roughly 120 of them. Commander Thire received a holocall and when he answered, the silhouette of Darth Vader appeared—His voice was angrier than usual.
"What is the disturbance!?"
"A group of terrorists has detonated a bomb outside the Senate Building, My lord."
"I want every one of them ERADICATED. Remember my words. Failure is not an option."
"Yes Sir."
This was going to be an easy job. Thire's force outnumbered the enemy four to one. Even now, he watched his troopers cut down man after man. Dodging, using cover, throwing grenades. His moment of admiration was cut off by Rys shouting.
The lieutenant was beckoning towards the terrorist forces. Although their numbers had been reduced and pushed away from the building, the retreat had stopped. A single man with long, gray, braided hair, stepped out from cover and shot a strong invisible wave towards a group of advancing Clone Troopers. They were all swept off their feet and thrown several meters back. The man then ignited a green lightsaber. Thire froze.
This was SUPPOSED to be an easy job.