[Special Operations Brigade] - CT-4014 - "Shadow"
[Captain]
[Mustafar]
[20 BBY]
Although the clankers outnumbered us without contest, or even mention, they still had two deadly attributes that kept the Republic strained. Most noticeably, they were ruthless, attacking out of nowhere, sparing nothing. Destroying whatever, and however. The second, was that they always had a different weapon. Ever since the Techno Union sided with the Separatists, their gearheads grew more and more diverse. Magnagaurds, Droidekas, Commando Droids, etc. The list is too long to mention. My squad was sent to Mustafar to destroy a research center near a mine that was working on developing a new Seppie war machine.
The base had little security detail, but the terrain was brutal. If I had to find one place to describe Hell, Mustafar is it without a doubt. The ashes of my closest friends would testify. With only half of my squad left, we destroyed the base, the mine, and the data. Afterward, we left. As our commanders instructed us when we were placed in these ranks, we never mentioned it to anyone else. Part of me misses that place, though.
[Kamino Security Team] - CT-0233 - "Drone"
[Private]
[Kamino]
[20 BBY]
I'm not allowed to talk about what happened. But, well, Kamino's losing importance slowly, and the war's end is nearing. So, what the Hell. I woke up in the barracks in a cold sweat, and decided to take a walk. Slipped on my armor, and kept a sidearm on hand, just in case. I left the room without anyone noticing, and there were a few others meandering. My first mistake was seeing Lama Su, the guy who authorized me to breathe, talking quietly to one of his best doctors. My second mistake was listening in.
From my earliest clear memory, I knew that I'd been bred to take orders. Despite that, I never really felt used or mindless. I always just felt that I agreed with the person barking instructions at me, and carried them on out of respect. When I eavesdropped about a clone from the 501st murdering a Jedi General on Ringo Vinda, I had to investigate more. Fitting in with character for the Kaminoans, they wanted to terminate him as soon as possible. Turns out he had a buddy who didn't like that idea so much, and they were arguing over what would happen. Never in my years on this boring raindrop had I heard Lama Su sound so threatened. There was something off about that trooper, and he didn't want anyone to know.
[***] - CT-**** - "Cut"
[Private]
[Genosis]
[22 BBY]
The Acclimator I'm aboard will enter Genosis' atmosphere soon. My squadmates think there's nothing we can't do together. It makes you wonder, 'What sets us in particular apart from every other trooper who thinks they're the exception? How am I certain?' Even now as we enter a gunship, most likely on our way to our deaths, I can't tell you. I suppose it could be skill. If you're strong, resilient, and smart, you survive. The rest of us fall. But then again, there's things like ambushes, and traitors, that no one has a chance against. I guess we should add luck to the list, eh? Well, don't expect to hear my voice again. We're about to make the Republic Army's 'grand' debut...
[91st] - CT-2240 - "Stray"
[Corporal]
[Ryloth]
[22 BBY]
After the 212th Battalion cleared out any remaining anti-air emplacements, the 91st landed with Jedi General Mace Windu. He's a very brave man, also strong. Never leaves a man behind, always making sure to take care of his team. The Mobile Reconnaissance Corps has switched Generals a lot, and General Windu was by far my favorite. We landed our Acclimators, and assembled squads. When we mobilized, we passed by some of Cody's men walking back to the ships with Master Kenobi. One of those troopers in particular looked disappointed. No, more... Annoyed. Like this was a tragedy at first, but something he eventually calloused up to. As the nickname my brothers called me may suggest, I didn't like to work with others too much. But I am good at watching them.
After a long trek through the deserts, negotiating with the Twi'lek resistance, and infiltrating the capitol, we had finally liberated Ryloth. The man organizing the Seps' grip on Ryloth was Wat Tambor, a member of the Techno Union. Nasty piece of work, stealing from the Twi'leks, bombing their villages and using the ones still alive as hostages. I may be labeled a cold, distant freak when I'm not saving everyone's asses, but this man enraged me. I kept twitching, while seeing him marched onto a transport bound for Republic holding cells. It took every ounce of my strength not to break his little respirator.
[Disavowed] - CT-2240 - "Stray"
[Sergeant]
[Corellia]
[19 BBY]
The Jedi ideals always clashed with mine. They sought peace, and I did too. But our methods were different. I always wanted to deliver the last, merciless strike before danger arose. They wanted confirmation that danger was present first, and always showed compassion. If you wait for them to strike, and then counterattack, so many lives are lost. Unnecessarily. I set foot on Corellia after three hard years with the 91st. This would be a good start to my new life.
I worked as a bounty hunter for many months, and it paid very well. As opposed to working under the Republic, which offered nothing to me. That raised a question I feel is very important. If whoever's reading this is a Jedi, or at least a sympathizer, can you answer me on something I was never able to figure out? Why did the Jedi use clones? Why us? And furthermore, why did they enslave us? Why did they create us solely to die in a war that meant nothing? You'd think this 'Grand' Republic of a thousand worlds would be able to scrounge together an army... And army of soldiers who wouldn't have to be branded traitors for wanting a better life...