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Chapter I: Confusion

Fallout, clone of the 7th Sky Corpse, rolled behind a small pile of rubble, breathing heavily as red plasma bolts bit into the ground he had just vacated.

"Shab." Fallout swore, trying to slow his labored breathing. "What the hell!" He pulled of his helmet, wondering why his breathing was so difficult...Again.

Fallout looked up as Commander Cody shouted an order, Captain Rex calling his own to the pinned down 501st troopers they had been sent in to rescue...Again.

Frowning, Fallout cursed his bad luck. He had begun to notice signs of...illness. Shortness of breath, agitation of the throat and chest, increased aggression and anger, and several other shortcomings that had started to affect him a few weeks ago. Of course, he wouldn't breath a word of it to anyone. Why would he want to leave his brothers at the front when he couldn't be there with them?

Fallout looked up as Obi-Wan Kenobi called his troops to rally.

Pushing himself up on burning muscles, Fallout staggered to his general's side.

"You alright, Fallout?"

Fallout waved a hand at Baol, the medic of the 7th Sky Corps, and one of his best comrades. Bonded not only as hatchmates, but through the dangers and loss of war as well.

Kenobi was shouting again, but Fallout could only hear the ringing in his ears as he swayed in places, eyes out of focus.

"Shab." Fallout gasped, grabbing Cody's shoulder to keep from falling, but knocking the clone commander off balance as well. Realizing his mistake, Fallout pulled his hand away as Cody attempted to regain balance.

Fallout stayed silent as his commander's helmeted head turned back to face him, a somewhat confused or quizzical expression airing around him.

"Sorry sir." Fallout muttered, Cody nodding slightly as he turned away.

"Hell, I've got to be more careful." Fallout mumbled to himself as he ran forward with the other clones.

A long battle ensued, ending with the clones victorious. But then, something terrible happened. Fallout sat down to rest as his brothers continued to search for the human bounty hunter: Orion Paxx.

Fallout heard air whistle as he was struck across the face by a rifle. His helmet was knocked from his head as he turned to his assailant. Standing before him was Orion Paxx.

Fallout crouched silently, trembling as burning heat consumed him, staring up as the human leveled his gun with his head.

Suddenly, Fallout felt his vision blur, and the burning heat overtake his will as he leapt at the human, and sank his teeth in to soft flesh of the hunter's throat. With a strangled cry, they both fell to the ground, Fallout completely unaware of what was happening.