(A/N: Hi guys, back again, just letting you know I will finish all the stories I am currently working on, so do not fear! Also, timelines may be messed up, but I sometimes have to fix that in order to have my story make sense. So remember, this is not a history lesson, but a fanfic. And, as always, enjoy and review!)
Gus looked around at the other nine clones, all previous, and subtle, recruits of his ex-sergeant Slick. All nine were for Slick's cause, and Gus had called them together for a very important mission: Bail Slick out. Indirectly.
Psycho was a crack-shot with anything, hit the bull's eye every time, but with a severe and unpredictable mood swing, varying from how much time had progressed since his last kill, and how long until his next. He worked with the Wolfpack, currently as a sniper. He had taken ARC training, blonde hair, and tattoos that somehow related to his sniper life.
Rogue was an ace-pilot, known for going AWOL often, but also for his uncanny piloting skills. His hair was the standard black, and he had a large laceration from his right cheek bone that extended into his hair line, and a large rent in his ear from a piece of shattered glass that struck him during a crash-landing in a hangar bay. He came from a squad Gus couldn't care to remember.
Wanderer was from the 41st Legion. He could pick out a booby-trap no matter how well it was hidden, and had a keen sense of danger. His armor was green camo and his skills extended to any ground vehicle maneuvers.
Hacker and Tech were two inseparable companions that were the best electronics experts you could find. Tech was dark-haired, clean shaven and void of tattoos, whereas Hacker was the complete opposite. They both came from Commander Cody's group.
Loner. He was another sniper, and very light-footed. He came from the Wolfpack. A fitting background, as the guy was like a wolf in many ways: clever and silent, but deadly and aggressive. He had an extensive spy background, and collects good intel from sources known only to himself.
Bleak was from the Coruscanti Guard and knew almost everything that happened in the politics, prisons and anywhere else he may be stationed. He was also, as a guard, close to the senators.
Sin and Creep were polar opposites in both attitude and opinion, but similar in looks, respectively, and came from the 501st. The two could never agree on anything regarding mechanics, engineering or weaponry, but both were experts.
Gus shook his head. Slick had known what he was doing when he picked out his allies. Not only were they physically and mentally inclined, but... supernaturally as well.
"Do you all know the plan?" Gus shifted his gaze to Rogue. "Or do I have to explain it for you again?"
There was silence as the clones stared back at him, and Gus carefully studied the face of each. "I must known now what you are prepared to do..." He looked at them again, his voice lowering to a whisper. "How far you are willing to go."
Silence filled the room, and Gus smiled. Clones. Clones were the brothers you could trust, count on. They had his, and Slick's, back.
Gus looked over at Sin and Creep, noticing the familiar object they were inspecting.
"Sin." Gus spoke in a dangerous tone as the red-headed clone turned toward him. "Give it back."
Sin frowned and placed the object into Gus' hand, who, in turn, placed the comm. link back in its place.
"OK. Get into position." Gus ordered. "And remember. This cannot take longer than it should."
The grouped cleared out, some heading to change into disguises before heading to their posts.
Psycho would play the distraction, no doubt sniping random people on the streets, a good tactic to tie up the Coruscanti Guard and some Jedi while the others "escorted" special people to the warehouse they had taken up as operations.
"Almost there, Slick." Gus whispered. "Hang on."
Psycho, in the clothing of a Bounty Hunter, complete with hooded cloak, lay atop one of the buildings nearby the busy streets of Coruscant, setting his gun case down as he searched the crowds below. He would bring death to men today. And they were powerless to stop him, and oblivious to their impending doom, the possibility of death. He was the death angel that would send their souls into the afterlife.
Psycho opened his gun case, and, within a matter of seconds, had his personalized sniper rifle assembled. He gently caressed the gun as he watched the passing sentients on their way to wherever.
He lay down and scanned the faces, searching the crowds for his victims. He smiled. I, a clone. A slave, retaliating. The thought gave him a rush of adrenaline.
A hooded man in a cloak looked up at him, using signs that only those whom fought for years on the battlefields would recognize. That was the signal.
Psycho closed an eye as he sighted down the barrel, a psychotic smirk spreading across his face as he picked out his first target: a middle-aged man that looked like he belonged in the underlevels of Coruscant and not the surface.
The screams of those that suddenly realized what was happening reached his ears, and the clone sniper laughed softly. It was always the same reaction, whether human or alien, sentient or beast. Panic. It spread through the multitudes. He reveled in it. Could taste it.
Psycho felt the familiar taste of blood as it slowly leaked from his lungs to pool in his mouth, the sharpness of fangs raking against his tongue, saw the flesh of his body pale until it was nearly white.
He was in the sniping mode now, rhythmically picking and shooting, picking and shooting, allowing his mutant side to corrupt his mind and actions.
The trance was broken abruptly as Psycho heard the sound of sirens in the distance and frowned. The authorities were responding much sooner than he had estimated, and may break the trance, Psycho forced his body to return to normal as he thought over his options. The rage and adrenaline and coldness in the core of his heart ached to be released again, and the clone shrugged. He had time.
Sighting, he allowed his body to fall back into that of the dead as he began to joyously end lives.
Gus' target was influential politicians. The key targets.
Padme Amidala would get Anakin Skywalker's attention to be specific, then he would nab whoever else he had time for.
Gus had sent Loner and Creep with the others to retrieve certain clones that would spark interest in their Jedi Generals and Commanders if they were in custody, and could give Gus the footing he needed to bargain with.
Clone Commander Cody would attract Obi-Wan Kenobi's attention; Commander Bly would attract Aayla Secura; Captain Rex would get both Ahsoka and Anakin; Thorne would get Commander Fox's attention and Stass Allie, whom Gus was sure had a crush on the guy; and, finally, Wolffe would attract Plo Koon.
Gus would've preferred Jedi prisoners to that of his clone brothers, but clones were easier to catch and detain.
Gus smiled absently. His plans had proceeded perfectly so far.
Captain Rex was heading to a mission briefing with Anakin Skywalker when one of his men, Sin, appeared.
"Captain." Sin saluted, then looked at Anakin. "General."
Rex frowned. Sin seemed to acknowledge Anakin as an after thought, and with disdain and disrespect.
"What do you need, Sin?" Rex demanded, annoyed at the mechanic's attitude. He'd have to address it later.
"Captain." Sin turned from glaring at Anakin to glare at Rex. "Sir, there is something that you must see. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I..." Sin didn't finish as Rex interrupted him.
"Sin, I'm busy! Can't it wa..."
"No sir." Sin answered, cutting off his superior.
Rex opened his mouth to respond, anger deadening his other senses when Anakin placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Not here, Rex." He said, motioning around at the others around, and Rex nodded. It wouldn't be professional.
"Go see, Rex. I'll fill you in." Anakin offered, and Rex sighed.
"This had better be good, Sin." He growled as he followed the technician.
"It's not good, sir." Sin responded, rounding a corner.
Rex turned after the technician and realized it was a trap.
"It's bad." Sin finished his sentence just as a 41st clone in camo armour attacked Rex, both crashing to the ground.
A fight ensued, but a third clone joined, finally subduing Rex with an injection, the third clone carried his unconscious body and slung it out a window into a speeder.
"Shab! Could you be any louder?" Sin shouted at Wanderer, who ignored him and stepped out into the speeder. Sin rolled his eyes and was about to follow when a clone stepped around the corner.
"Shab'la." Sin muttered under his breath as he turned to face the newcomer.
"What happened over here?" The clone demanded, stepping up in front of Sin.
"Nothing." Sin responded, forcing himself to not look at the speeder hovering just outside the window.
The clone looked him up and down, seeming to calculate his response. "Why are you here?" He asked finally, drawing out the question.
"I came to get my Captain. We had a problem." Sin answered, forcing himself to not look out the window.
"Uh huh. Sure, buddy. Everyone's in the briefing."
Sin swore inwardly as the clone turned and looked out the window, freezing with disbelief.
Sin swung his gun around and struck the clone across the face just as he started to turn toward Sin, the force of the blow knocking him to the floor.
Sin stepped over the clone and hit him again as he tried to get up, finally knocking him out.
Finished, Sin stepped out into the speeder, Wanderer taking the wheel as they headed to the next checkpoint where Loner was attempting to detain Wolffe.
The commander of the wolfpack had been sedated, and should've succumbed to the drug by then, but it took all three of them to finally take him down.
Cody and Bly were detained easier, although some would say "easy" didn't describe it, due to the fact it took all of hell to get them into the speeder.
Successful, the captured clones, all sedated, were relieved of weapons, helmets and comm. links, all of which were taken apart and destroyed by Creep and Sin.
(A/N: there's the first chapter, guys, nice and long! Hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Check out my other stories while you're here! Thanks!)