This is an alternate Universe story, though the canon is the same. Delta Squad if they had disobeyed orders and saved Sev, making themselves outlaws.

Kashyyyk, Present

"We've got to go back, Boss! Sev's in trouble!" Scorch pleaded, but I stood my ground.

"Scorch, Orders are orders." I said.

"But Boss! That's my brother back there!"

"Scorch..." Fixer's voice was warning, and Scorch sat back, his head lowered, silently sobbing. I pattied him roughly on the back, and said, "We're going back, Delta squad."

My voice cut through Scorch's grief, and Fixer's head shot up in shock. "38, our orders are..."

"I know the orders, Fixer, and I'm going back. You coming?" I asked harshly, staring at Fixer.

"Yes, Boss. I'm coming, I just don't think we should."

Scorch was looking more joyful by the second, and I said, "Delta, move out."

Destination, One Month Later

I lifted my arm, and motioned towards a final door. "Delta, Let's find out what through that door!"

Scorch instantly ran to the door, and knelt in front of it.

"Almost got it... You can't rush these things..."

"And You're the Explosives expert?" Sev mocked in his deep, gravelly voice.

"Charge set." Scorch's voice had extreme satisfaction as he spun away from the door.

Boom

"Fire in the Hole!" Fixer's yell alerted them to the fact that he'd thrown a thermal detonator.

BOOM

"Offensive Formation!" I called, and the other three commandos of Delta Squad moved forwards.

Clang, Clang, Clang

Loud footsteps echoed through the halls of the Destination, an Imperial ship that we had been asked to sabotage.

After rescuing Sev on Kashyyyk, the four of us had gone to Mandalore, where many Clone desrters went, along wiith Jedi.

While there, we had been approached by the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi, who'd gone to see if there were any survivors of the great Jedi purge.

We had no particular feeling about the purge, and weren't sure what to do about it.

So far, we'd stayed away from everyone, and since we were outcasts anyways, there was no sense in killing Jedi who could help us later.

He'd asked us to destroy an Imperial ship, the Destination, as it was carrying vital information about Mandalorian supply paths, which, if in the wrong hands, could lead to the destruction of everything on Mandalore.

I pointed down the corridor, shouting, "Delta, Imperials, up ahead!"

"On it, Sir." Fixer said, running to a pile of crates, and rolling into the shelter.

"Take up anti-armor position, 62!"

"Alright, Boss. Whooo!" The easily excitable explosives expert ran to a low crate, where he crouched, attached his anti-armor attachment to his DC-17m.

Imperial Stormtroopers ran down the halls, firing at the four Rouge Commandos.

BOOM, BOOM

Scorch's anti-armor went off, and the soldiers went flying all over the place.

"Move on, Delta." I said, moving towards the downed troopers.

"Aw, but I was having fun..."

Sev chuckled, and moved forwards, ducking through a small side passage.

Scorch followed him, and Fixer followed me onward along the main corridor.

I saw a flicker of movement around the corner, and I hurled a stun grenade up there.

Fixer and I ducked, and the brilliant flash alerted them that their enemy was stunned.

"Wait here." I said, then rushed forwards, and as I came around, a wrist vibroblade sliced past my head.

I punched, knocking the Imperial Commando backwards.

He staggered back, and I fired point-blank into the faceplate on his helmet.

He fell back with a grunt, and I motioned for Fixer to join me.

"Boss... Trou... O...whelmed... Need Help!" Scorch's panicked voice came through my helmet, punctuated by bursts of blaster fire, and I turned, running back the way we'd come.

"Fixer, move ahead, now!" I ordered, moving into a small droid maintenance tunnel.

I scrambled through, reaching a vent, and I could hear blaster fire coming from the other side of it.

I kicked it out, and leaped through it, landing in the midst of some Imperials.

My vibroblade sliced through one of their necks, and then I opened fire with my DC-17m Blaster Rifle.

They all fell, and I bent over the severely wounded Sev.

"Hold on, Soldier. I've got you." I said, administering bacta.

He grunted, and then climbed to his feet, and I immediately ordered him to get some more bacta.

"I'm heading there now." Sev said, then ran up, falling into position.

"Where's Scorch?" I asked, and Sev set off along a corridor.

I followed, and we burst into a small officer's lounge.

Fixer was trading fire with the Imperials from the shelter of the main doorway, and then he chucked a grenade.

Three Imperials went flying, and Sev and I opened fire on the remaining stormtroopers.

They fell, being attacked from two directions by highly trained Republic Commandos, professional killers.

"Fixer, help your wounded squad mate!" I ordered, and Fixer saluted, then ran over to Scorch.

He revived the explosives expert, and the two came over to me.

"All right, we've got to get back to our ship." I said, and the commandos headed off.

"Commando..." A whispering moan from one of the stormtroopers caught my attention, and I bent down.

"What is it, soldier?"

"They're waiting... It's a Trap!" He said, his eyes flashing open as the ship blew open in one area.

"Trooper, where's the armory?"

"Up near the bridge... Hurry!" He fell back, his head lolling to one side.

"Delta Squad, head to the bridge, Now!" I said into my com, and Scorch said, "Yes sir, Boss."

I ran off, headed towards the bridge, dodging dead Imperials and rebels alike.

Suddenly, the door slid open in front of me, revealing Train, a Commando who'd trained with me.

"Boss, come on. I've got a way out for you, and your squad."

"Thanks Train. They're in route to the bridge."

"Good job. I'll claim you were on the ship from before. Now, move!"

I followed him through a shortcut to the armory, and he tossed me a suit of Imperial Commando armor.

"Hurry, put it on. I'll go find your squad." Train said, and I nodded, trading my distinctive orange striped helmet for the dull, grey and black Imperial helmet.

I took off my old Republic armor, and slid on the new armor, quickly checking my weapons and other gear.

The other members of my squad ran in, and I ordered them to change.

They soon had changed, though Scorch muttered, "Come on, can't they spice these up a bit?"

"Like what?" Fixer asked, obviously appreciating the simplicity of their new armor.

"Paint, colored arm plates, originality." Scorch said, staring disdainfully at the armor.

The door blew in, as an explosion hit the bridge.

Scorch and Fixer quickly grabbed rebreathers, though since Sev and Train were farther away, and near the open door, they were quickly sucked out into the vacuum of space.

"!" Scorch's anguished voice echoed through the empty halls of the ship, and Sev, as he heard the voice, smiled slightly as his eyes closed forever. His last conscious thought was at least we destroyed the ship...

"IC-1138, you and your squad have been on an unexplained leave of absence. You must report to Lord Vader, but I'm afraid that there will be extreme consequences." Admiral James DeGriz said, looking down at the three of us.

We were sitting there with bowed heads, buried in our grief.

"You are dismissed." He said, and I stood, steeling my nerve and my legs, and saluted him, while my squad mates did the same behind me.

I sighed as I noticed that Scorch had only done a half-hearted salute, putting no effort into it.

"Delta 62, please report to Officer McFly, and tell him you're there for extra training." DeGriz said, and I looked down at the ground.

"DeGriz, I'm tired of listening to your rant, and I won't do any extra training. Understood?" Scorch had a dangerous look to him, but DeGriz didn't flinch.

"62, Don't. I'll forget this outburst happened, but you will never speak to me that way again, understood?"

Scorch nodded, still irritated, but stood down.

"Move on, Delta. Two corpses were found floating, and we're bringing them in for inspection. They look like Commandos." DeGriz watched our body language, and sighed as he saw Scorch's shoulders slump, though Fixer and I maintained our stoic stiffness.

"Dismissed, Delta Squad." This time, Fixer and I hauled Scorch out of there, and down to our quarters.

"Why Sev, Boss?" Scorch asked as soon as the door closed.

"I don't know, Scorch. It could have been any of us. Time and chance, that's all. But remember, Scorch, Sev will always be in our memory, and I hope we never forget him. Just, Scorch, stay here. Don't leave."

I could see it in his eyes.

Scorch needed out.

He needed to get away from the fighting, the killing, the rigors of Commando life.

Unfortunately, he, as were all of us, was born and raised as a Commando, and, like us, would die a commando.

It was our job, and as I saw it, someone had to do it, and if not us, who?