The snow pelted across my helmet, melting and rolling down my visor. It hadn't snowed this hard in a hundred and fifty years. I shifted in my ARC armour, settling against the DC-15 rifle. My name is Alpha-07, or Raiden. The green war paint on my armour denoted the rank of Sergeant. I am an ARC Trooper during the Clone Wars, and this is my story.
SPATAE SYSTEM, CORE WORLDS
DAY 36 20 BBY/ (MILITARY CALENDER)
This was the most bloody war in the Clone Wars. 36 days after the battle of Geonosis, the Republic invaded the Seperatist held Spatae system three weeks ago, we landed on the core planet and preceeded to take it from the them.
Just yesterday we came under fire, luckily we were relatively safe in our foxholes. But CT-9183 was out in the open and was hit with a round, tearing off his leg at the knee. 83 lay there screaming as he clutched the stump of his leg, blood everywhere. The medic leapt out of his foxhole and ran to 83 and began dragging him to cover, Snow and earth rained down upon us. The constant thumps of shells were pierced by 83's screams. They had been five metres from cover when another shell hit near them, it killed 83 and ripped the medic open. He lay there ext to 83, his knee ten metres away. The nerves at the back of his leg twitching. Others had died, been ripped apart by blaster-fire, blown away from grenades and rockets and cut down by the sonic weapons.
I looked down the rifle scope, the Seperatist stronghold, sitting on a remote butte about a kilometre away. I looked up as another ARC trooper ran low and slipped into my foxhole.
'Sarge, control orders.' He said passing me a datapad.
The Feds had blocked radio transmission for a hundred klicks in each direction, so communication had to be done by runners. I glanced at the datapad.
SGT. A-07 'Raiden' - Your company will assault the Enemy stronghold. We will back you up once you set up a stable position. Good Luck.
- CC-2938
I swore. They must be getting desperate, and there has to be something valuable inside or they would had the destroyers bombard it from orbit.
He sent the messege to his men bia helmet comms. They were to basically crawl up to the cliff. A kilometre away.
There was a hundred Troopers under my command and i remembered the ARC motto, told to them by Jango Fett himself, before Geonosis, it was created by the Null-class ARCs.
"Loyalty to the Republic, Squad, and Squadmate,
Serve with Honor and Integrity On and Off the Battlefield,
Ready to Lead, Ready to Follow, Never Quit,
Take responsibility for your actions and the actions of your Squadmates,
Excel as Warriors through Discipline and Innovation,
Train for War, Fight to Win, Defeat our enemies,
Earn your honour everyday."
I repeated it softly before I crawled out of the foxhole. It was night when we started moving, a slow, snailpace across the snow fields. The two soldiers clostest to me were also ARCs, Alpha 38 Fox and Alpha 12 Tobias. The rest were Clone troopers, all edging slowly across the snow. We stopped once about halway across, as twe heard artillery fire fall.
'Dont worry, its not aimed at us, keep moving.' I ordered
We made it to the cliff edge by dawn. We could see the fires from our base caused by the artillery fire last night. And the blurry shape of a AT-TE walker trudge along. I led the way towards the entrance. I kept my rifle up as we snuck along, no-one knew who or what could be lying in wait with a fully charged blaster. I ordered the grenadiers to be right behind me, their mission was to take out the artillery with their rockets. I hunched over and jogged towards the corner.
I peered around the corner, scanning the area. It was long and flat ground, covered on three sides by sheer rockface. At the far end was a large metal door, gaurded by two DSD-3 Advanced Dwarf Spider Droids. The courtyard was clear, save for three battlements beside me, perfect for defending the place. Or attacking it.
I motioned for two grenadiers to follow me. When the Droids weren't looking we leapt to the cover of the barriers. I then motioned for them to aim for the artillery postions above us.They raised their rocket launchers and looked down the scope.
shooom!
shooom!
The two rockets hit the artillery positions, exploding. Bits of durasteel flew in the air as twin fireballs erupted above us. I glanced at the Spider Droids. They turned and one of them saw me, kneeling at the edge of one of the barriers. I watched as it's turret swivelled
'Take, take take!' I ordered quickly.
BOOM!
It was then the world went black...
