A Journal of the 501st
From Geonosis to Hoth INTRODUCTION:ALPHA N-C "ZIP": Adapted nickname for being fast. Leader of Beta Squadron. Voice of reason.
BETA R-0 "BLADE": Second in command in Beta Squadron. Adapted nickname from preferring to fight with vibroblades as opposed to blasters.
DELTA X-7 "TECH": Technician of Beta Squadron (adapted nickname for this reason).
EPSILON A-4 "SHOT": Adapted nickname for being quick to shoot. Battlefield leader for Beta Squadron.
Geonosis, 0200 Hours"It's rainin' plasma down here!" Shot yelled through my comlink.
"We're comin' Shot… calm down!" I yelled into the comlink. "Blade, Tech, stay up here. Those Jedi are gonna' need ya."
"Yessir," they said in union. I nodded. I sprinted down they stairway into the lower section of the Geonosis control center. Shot wasn't lying about the raining plasma comment. Hundreds of super battle-droids were assaulting the command center. Shot's white and green armor was drenched in plasma and covered in plasma burns.
"Zip… what took you so long? I thought you were the fast one in the group," said Shot in between shooting at the Federation army.
"Shuddup," I said, shooting down a battle-droid. I'm sure I saw the reflection of a smile on Shot's visor.
"Zip," said Shot. "General Windu's ordered us to shut down all of the Technical A.I."
"Why?" I asked.
"If the Federation gets their greasy Neimodian hands on Republic artificial intelligence… they know everything."
"Alright," I said, and began a sprint for the nearest A.I. module. A couple droids were guarding it, but I made short work of them and shut off the module. I sprinted to each and every module, shutting them off and shutting off a few droids with them. I began shutting off the fifth and second to last A.I. module, and what I found was bad. Very bad. A Federation soldier had taken the A.I. and changed the tracking codes so I couldn't get it back. We needed help.