Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine. I've just begun to accept that fact. Instead it belongs to the brains of the ever great George Lucas. By the way, if you're reading this fanfic, then give me a buzz. I'd love to write for you some day! All of the characters that you haven't heard of before are copy right to me, so don't try and take them without permission. Oh, and yes, this minific is one shot once again, so don't expect any sequels, I'm afraid.
Dedications: Yet again, all of those at Legacy of the Force: this is for you. It was through you that I found my love for the clones, and it was with you that I experienced first hand the horrific events of the Temple battle scene. Thanks for the encouragement. I'd also like to dedicate this to a once friend of mine, who I've based the character of Buruk (means danger in Mando'a FYI!). We've had a lot of conflict recently; but he seemed to be the perfect basis for what Buruk's feelings would have been at the time of this.
Synopsis: Your unit number is RC-4327, but you prefer to be called "Buruk". You have been tasked with security duty at the Jedi Temple, as you have been doing for the past few months now. But on that fateful night, everything changed. Your friends are attacking those that you have been told to serve, and you have no idea what is going on. What is this about an...Order 66? Well, that isn't your main concern right now. Your only worry is what side you're going to choose: Jedi, or Clones?