A.N. ~ heyo! Told you it didn't take that long to make a new story! 'Specially if you have a plan for it (sort of)... So, I hope you like this, and please R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS, OR ANYTHING IN IT. I ONLY OWN MY ONs (Original Nouns). Also, I have, on request of Kat2020, put her own OC in here. Guess who it is...


Twitch and Kat walked side by side down a corridor, stretching and yawning. Claws, a nexu Kat had found raised as her companion, stalked along behind them, tail sweeping back and forth.

"This is getting boring. When do we get to go do stuff again?" Kat asked. She and Twitch were both girls, which was a rarity within the GAR. Lantana Fett, Jango's sister, had accidentally been cloned. Only a few dozen of the 'flawed units' weren't killed off, since they presented ideal test subjects for the Kaminoans.

A few of the female clones had escaped, the only such known ones being said pair, and one named Spitfire. She had been in Twitch's first squad, but was killed, along with everyone else in Pyro Squad except Twitch and Tail, the corporal.

"We leave when High Command says we do. Unfortunately, they take their time." Twitch sighed.

A couple months earlier, Kat had been injured by a creature ,now known as a griever, while helping the other girl fight it off. That was when they semi-properly met, though there was an incident on a planet called Adion where the rogue had sniped someone to save Zeta Squad from annihilation.

Unlike most commando squads, Zeta Squad had six members. Kat, when she agreed to stay in the GAR, and Darys, an Umbaran Twitch had met.

On finding his mother had, in fact, died during a Separatist occupation of his city, Darys begged Kit Fisto to let him stay with Twitch, as she was 'the closest thing to family he had left'. She was surprised to hear that, and a blush she often wore around the Umbaran had presented itself on her face.

"Time's up. There may not be any Seps to deal with, but plenty of those beasties to fight off."

Order 66 had backfired on Chancellor Palpatine, aka Darth Sidious. Though he had escaped, he had managed to only kill one Jedi the day the Order was issued, and that was a Jedi killed by his own hand. The clones, having grown close to their Jedi generals, mostly refused to execute the peace keepers. Those that did turn were either killed or stopped by their brothers.

Now, instead of droids to worry about, creatures of all manners had begun to roam the galaxy, appearing randomly, with no explanation. The monsters were never friendly and always dangerous, with a good deal of bloodlust set inside them.

With the Clone Wars over and the Separatists defeated, Twitch was able to contact Mary and Clara, her adopted mother and sister, both of whom she couldn't speak to for months due to the risk factor. The two women were alright, though worried about the commando, and missed her. The feeling was mutual.

"True enough. I heard a griever popped up in the Senate District yesterday. No deaths, but a few injuries, apparently." Twitch reported. Rumors always spread through the clone ranks, though the older, male troopers had an easier time than the girls.

Private comm channels in helmets and quiet hallways always bloomed a thick grapevine.

"The Senate District! Ugh, I was near there yesterday! Could've seen some action and didn't even know it." Kat complained. The two wandered into the Mess Hall, Claws still in tow. In the two months Kat had been in the army, most of the soldiers had become used to seeing a massive nexu strolling around, so nobody gave the girls a second glance as they got their food and sat down at a table in the back of the room.

Claws lay down behind Kat, curling his forked tail neatly and resting his massive head on the forepaws he often fought with. The nexu was extremely intelligent, able to understand Basic and capable of learning new and complicated things.

"I know the feeling. I was up in Ruby District when it happened. Honestly, how hard is it to send us into the Beast Zone? Small transport, off we go." The Beast Zone was a region of the galaxy where monsters appeared constantly. The occupants of any habitable planets in that area either managed to evacuate or were all slaughtered.

It was a war zone of nightmares. The ways soldiers could get killed was far worse than during the Clone Wars, when either a grenade or laser bolt was the worst troops generally had to worry about.

"You would think it'd be simple enough. What were you doing in Ruby District?" They ate as they talked, swallowing the bland food without hesitation. Military cuisine left a lot to be desired.

"Bored, wanted to stretch my legs. What were you doing near the Senate District?"

"Same. Claws wanted to hunt rats." The nexu let out a loud breath, a common sign of acknowledgment when brought up.

Twitch had, in fact, been lying about her activities. In Ruby District lived a family that she had known for five years. The couple had recently had a baby named Jessie, who the soldier adored. She was visiting them, not taking a walk.

"Remember the good old days where we fought stuff on a regular basis?" Twitch mumbled.

"Yeah. Those were fun times."

"Albeit we had higher casualty rates then. At least they've gone down, now that the clankers are history." Kat kicked her sister under the table.

"Hey, we were remembering good stuff, remember?" She growled.

"Right, right. Proceed." Twitch cringed, already feeling a bruise forming.

"Don't think I can. Sparring later?" They sighed. Since a mission Zeta Squad had been on, three weeks earlier, the two had counted their sparring rounds. They were already on round ninety two; forty-six to Kat and forty-six for Twitch.

"Sure, might as well see if we break our tie…again." They were both evenly matched, often tying with each other every match or so. The farthest either of them had been ahead of the other was by three rounds.


Tail, Twitch's brother-by-choice and the squad's medic (or scout), was busy attacking a punching bag in the gym, bored just as much as his squad mates were.

Streak, the mechanic, was tinkering in the barrack, messing around with the inner works of his helmet.

Hazard, Streak's closest brother and also the squad's sniper, was at a shooting range the clones had set up, having nothing else to do.

Darys was also bored, in the gym with Tail, lifting weights to take his mind off the lack of things to think about. He was sort of being taught by the other members of Zeta Squad, slowly learning how to be a soldier, protocol, and skills he would eventually need.

Hazard was in charge of teaching the Umbaran how to shoot, Streak taught protocol and use of different equipment, Tail showed him hand-to-hand combat along with the basics for medical care, and Twitch showed him some things that weren't exactly in the training book.

Darys was in charge of his own exercise, but it was a required part of training. Being in peak physical health was often the difference between life and death on the battlefield, so he had to build up muscle strength and endurance.

Kat also had to learn protocol and some equipment use, but her combat skills needed next to no improvement.


Three full moons lit the city of Theed, providing enough light to invalidate most forms of illumination below.

Perched on one of the tallest buildings was Twitch, eyes closed as she enjoyed the fresh wind that blew the smell of forests and rivers to her. Being out at night was dangerous, since beast activity raised by sixty percent.

There were classifications for monsters, though general categories were more commonly used. Night time monsters, day time monsters, dawn and dusks, and some that could appear at any time, like grievers.

Wraiths were the most plentiful types of creatures on Naboo when the sun went down, but thankfully weren't dangerous unless a pack of them surrounded someone. They were scared off by light, as most Night Beasts were, so carrying a light source was a good idea.

A scream caught Twitch's attention, tilting her chin down as she scanned for where the sound had originated.

Two children were running, trying to keep up with the rapidly breaking street lights. Something was destroying the glass quickly, eliminating their chances of safety at a rapid pace.

The soldier dove after them, spreading her arms out to grab at the leather loops of her black cloak. Her feet slid into a much larger band near the back of the garment. Pressure pads on her hand grips were squeezed and the loose fabric became taut, creating a wingsuit.

Twitch glided, descending at a speed that was likely not recommendable.

Her cloak was a gift from an inventor on the planet Adion, a thank you for her part in the protection of his town from droids.

Just as darkness encompassed the children, Twitch leaned back, letting the air catch and slow her so she landed safely. A wraith reared up, bearing unrealistic, triangle-shaped teeth. Wraiths were basically skinny shadow creatures with glowing red eyes and the size of a seven-year-old.

The soldier shot it, the bright blue light startling most of the beasts. Screeches and calls that were similar to a flock of crows filled the air.

"What are you doing out so late?" Twitch asked, slicing the next wraith that approached in half with her arm-blades. The Night Beasts didn't leave corpses, though they did disappear in a swirl of shadow.

Twitch's gauntlets stretched from her wrist to bicep, and in them were blades that she could activate. The sharp metal came out of the sides of her arms, the farthest part reaching four inches.

"We were playing and didn't see what time it was until the sun was setting." One of the little boys replied.

"What about your parents?" Several more wraiths died, most shot.

"Our house wasn't too far, but the monsters started chasing us and we got lost." Explained the second child, also a boy.

"Where is your house?" The wraiths began backing away, aware that they couldn't fight off Twitch.

"Jungo District, house three nine nine."

"This is Riverport District. You ran a long way."


It was late by the time Twitch fought the way to the children's house. The parents happily took back their boys with thank yous before Twitch left, using thermals and momentum to gain height so she could fly safely back to the Military District.

She arrived tired and content, walking in with a bit of her boredom relieved. Everyone in her barrack was asleep, occupying five of the six bunks. The girl removed her boots and cloak before slinking into bed, ready to sleep.


"Twitch. Twitch, you're late. Twitch, wake up!" Kat shoved Twitch out of bed, sprawling her onto the floor with a yelp of surprise.

"What the kriff was that for?" She snapped, untangling herself from the blanket.

"It's already lunchtime, or'dinii. You've been sleeping for hours!" Kat explained.

"I was late getting to bed. Was that really necessary?" The two made the bed before Twitch threw on her boots and followed her sister out.

"No, but I figured it was faster than getting a bucket of ice water."

She has got to be Spitfire in disguise, Twitch mentally sighed.

Giving you a rough time, is she? Tail asked jokingly.

He and his sister shared a mental link, though they had yet to fully understand it. What they did know was that they had to be a good distance away to lose the connection, they could block each other out, and emotion could be transmitted, along with sounds, outside conversations, images, or even a sharing of sight, if they really concentrated. The last of said abilities was fairly new, but by now, it took a lot to surprise the two.

Rough time? Not really, but I'm going to have to get up early tomorrow and shove her out of bed. The girl inwardly smirked.

Oh no, you won't! Not if it'll wake the rest of us up, the scout retorted.

Sir, yes, sir, she teased. Tail had never outranked her, but as a medic, he outranked everybody when it came to their health.

Just don't have me treating any concussions, he muttered. When Pyro Squad was still in existence, Spitfire's training with Twitch would sometimes land them in the medical bay.

Shortly after Coruscant had been taken over by the Infecteds, both the girls ended up with concussions.

The Infecteds were citizens on Coruscant who had been driven mad by a disease. It took twelve seconds for the sickness to take full effect, no race was immune, and a cure still hadn't been discovered. The entire planet had been evacuated because of the plague.

Trust me, you won't have to do that for a long time, Twitch promised.

Glad to hear, and by the way, Kat's been talking about the Beast Zone, in case you wanted to actually talk with her.

They broke their connection and Twitch started paying attention to what the other girl was saying, about how she wanted to fight in the most heavily monster-populated area possible.

"I heard there are dragons the size of Star Destroyers. Bet we could take one." Kat nudged her friend.

"Yeah, we'd be too fast for it. A few well-placed detonators would probably do the trick." Twitch agreed.

"Explosives. Always explosives with you." The other teenager rolled her eyes.

"How would you kill a beast the size of a Destroyer, then?" She challenged.

"Cut its throat until it couldn't breathe."

"Speaking of cutting, where's Claws?" The nexu hadn't been present ever since the commando woke up.

"Oh, I asked him to guard our trays."

Inside the Mess Hall, a pair of clones were trying to inch past Claws, with minimal success, too. Completely ignoring them, Kat and Twitch sat down and began eating, earning a couple of bitter stares before being left in peace.

"Thanks, bud." Kat grinned, rubbing the nexu in between his eyes. He nuzzled her in response before settling down in the pose many cats took as they rested.


A.N. ~ Kat and Claws both belong to Kat2020, who also designed Kat's personality and past.

On other matters, I'll try to post daily, but no promises. Darth Real Life can be a pain in the shebs...

MANDO'A DEFINITIONS AND PRONUNCIATIONS:

Or'dinii: [Ohr-DEE-nee] moron, fool (affectionate or insulting, depending on tone)

Shebs: [shebs] butt, backside, rear, buttocks (also rear of building, ETC)