Chapter 1

Brotherhood

"Private Davlin ! I need you to report to your battalion you ship out 02:00, and we don't accept any Hutts dragging there tails!"

Private Fred Davlin looks up at the docking supervisor with a grin on his face, exited for his first deployment. He is a munitions specialist and is assigned to the 7th battalion Reaper squad. As a new recruit the itch to get into battle and make a change in the war they keep hearing about, is all the recruits would talk about in basic.

Davlin finishes tying his PT boots and in two steps he got up with his baggage, slings them over his shoulders and marches towards the troop transport shuttle.

"Get in line Private Davlin!" The Docking Supervisor continues to yell as he stands in front of all the new recruits, "Now!, at your request, you will now be shipped on a one way ,fully paid vacation on us." The sound of around 30 recruits start to chuckle filled the air. " Alright at ease !" and all at once the recruits silenced and the loud unison of boots hitting the ground echoed threw the hanger. "Alriiight ! lets give 'em Hell Boys !" Like a Thunder storm the chant the unified the entire Army, HO-AAA! HO-AAA! "Alright Boys Make us proud, FORWARD MARCH!"

Davlin moves forward , lost within the crowd not as an individual, but as one unit. As they all mounted up the ramp behind the troop transport and took their seat , the sound of the engine turbines start to turn and the exhaust tips shoot flames. Dalvin looks around him, seeing some of the guys he saw in Basic, some he saw in in MO Training and some he had never seen. A lot of them seem like they are not fazed by the coming war ahead, Nor should they be. It is something they have been trained for, something that has been drilled in there heads. One or two did have a slight worried look on there face, might be them trying to hide it, might be just him trying to imagine someone a bit more worried than he was. Dalvin shook his head shaking the thought from his mind, he could not have something like fear floating on in his mind. His brothers and sisters fighting next to him in battle needed him focused.

Dalvin sat down and strapped himself in.

"Lets hope we get some hot chow when we land huh... im starving." Dalvin jokes to his comrade sitting next to him.

"Yeah, Lets hope to the force we land." Bovenar responds as he checks his buckles.

The force, Dalvins heard of the force before Something about some old religion.

"Oh come on, the force... lets just have faith in our pilots." Dalvin leans back and closes his eyes grasping both straps and getting comfortable. "We have about Megalights to go brother, get some rest."

As they start to get comfortable and feel the gentle hum of the engines start to steady themselves the hanger door starts to close it gets dark, the intercom comes on.

"Recruits!" The bit of static does not interrupt the voice one bit. The hold bursts into a loud cry of the memorized chant. HO-AH ! The Captain continues, "IT's what I love to hear, Please make sure your straps are fastened and language tied down. Gets some rest we will be boots on the ground in less than 48 Hours. This is your captain Over and out."

The engines roar like twin Rancors on each side, But somehow it relaxed Dalvin, he shuffled in his seat a bit and closed his eyes one more time. The ship slowly lifted with a little sway and moved forward. The hyper drive engines, when they turned on had a slightly different hum to them. Then once it got going, it blended in with the standard issued ones. With A slight nudge they were off in hyper space moving parsecs towards there station planet.

With the constant hum of the engines, Dalvin can feel himself drifting to sleep.

He smiled with the thought of finally doing something with his life like he was promised. He remembers being in the barracks after lights out , how he and the recruits used to fantasize about getting out of the what they called the Fodder Farm and get out in the front lines and make a change. Make this galaxy a better place, plus to get out of there drill instructor's saliva trajectory. Now they knew War is nothing to play with, but in training they were taught that war was a necessary evil. That there are two types of beings in this galaxy. You're either a Anooba, a fearless aggressive pack hunter who had a natural instinct to guard. To attack and keep attacking even when being struck or mortally wounded. An animal that followed orders with out flinching and stood at the ready , ready to protect, with teeth showing. Or ,you could be the Being who is more commonly known as a Shaak, a large four legged grazer from the peaceful planet of Naboo. That knew nothing but eating what was below them. Even there bodies were so, that the head was closest to the ground, herded , hunted, eaten. We were the Anooba, vicious, loyal, protective and unstoppable.

We are here to make a deference, we are here to make a change. It's a thought that always somehow circulated, withing the speeches, writings in text books. It's what Dalvin always told himself, why else would anyone fight in a war for? Is there any other point for someone to risk there lives or kill another person. To go threw all this torture training, danger and risk in battle. How can someone deal with the thought of killing another being. Ask any soldier why he or she fights and they will not tell you it for there government, or for honor and glory. It's not for the satisfaction of killing another living thing, nor is it about politics or for there leaders. Ask them why and they'll tell you its for the person next to them.

The person they have spent days upon years next to each other. Everyone has friends, acquaintances, but very few have a relationship a soldier has to another soldier and his team. People you eat, sleep, shower, jump, crawl, bleed and even die next to and who are willing to die for you. After some time, these "people"aren't just people anymore, they are a part of you , an arm , a leg. They become a brotherhood, a unit, a pack.