Kamino Cloning Facility Alpha 9 Hanger

ESC-091 stepped out into the open. Full body armor and glory. But not for the cause of good. But for the dreams of the New Empire. His weapon is a AKS-47 automatic commando rifle. Select fire, attachment weapon. Specifically for tight corners and war torn citys. Standard issue to the ESCs Or Empireral Spartan Commandos. Super soliders stolen from there family's like the new empire storm troopers. But there decedent's of the first three projects that where disbanded. This was there fourth and completed attempt. The never ending rains of Kamino poured down on the stations. As if a great being was weeping for its lost child to return home from the mistakes the child made to force it to banish the child in the first place.

"Sup boss." said a orange armored person.

"Fishcake." ESC-091 replied.

"Oh come on!? Why do you still do this?!" ESC-115 said while shouldering his blaster.

His armor was a lot like the old Clone commando armor. Now its power armor made if Mindilorion Iron. Warrior shield shoulder armor came from the sides as a base black and detail orange. The base armor itself was orange as well. A large Assult pack also was attached to his back. A grenade belt attached to his waist and chest as a combat shash came down on his right side also sporting a orange and black camouflage style. His symbol was a odd looking leaf. Probably the symbol of his home.

ESC -091 looked a lot different than him. He had black base Commando power armor. Single Warrior shoulder armor for the right arm extra armor plates on chest and abdomen. Blaster magazine rig that goes around his waist and abdominal area. He to had a Combat Sash that had the symbol of a ancient tripointed shield, a cross at the center and a book with a sun raising from it. And his armor accents are red.

"So hows our drop ship looking? Is it prepared to fly?" 091 asked.

"Yeah so our first mission is to a coms hub at Hoth. I gotta say Hargrove is one cheeky bastard." 115 replied.

"Hes trying to show the New Empire that a new breed of soliders is possible in turning the tide of this second galactic civilwar." 091 said.

"True and besides they always steal children from there homes." said a feminine voice.

"Ah 058 how nice of you to join us."

Not that they could ever noticed she blushed as 115 said that. Her armor was also there type of commando armor but purple with the hunter paint job and lavender details. Standard pack on her back and extra magazine and ammo pouches on her thigh guards. She had a single sided warrior shield that was purple and black with a knife attached to it as well as several rifle mags. She had a second knife attached to her hip ammo belt.

"So boss how are we going to be inserted?"

"Drop pods, pick up is with our ship."

"So our first mission mission together. Anyone want to say a few words?" 091 asked as they got abord there drop ship.

Pulling back charging hammer on his weapon, 115 said.

"Figured if any god would know how scared I am everyone can. Hay 091 you buying drinks when your done?"

"You ask you buy"

115 scoffed as he put on his helmet and went to the drivers seat.

"Hay 091?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever had dreams where you think there memory's?"

"More then I care count not really new sense weve been getting them from after the augmentation phase. Whatever they did to us before we became what we are know. Its probably slowly coming back to us. I only hope that we can escape this life."

As they boarded with there helmets off they came across a black Astromech droid and a protocal droid on the ship.

"Ah Master 091 I am AK-47 Niner, Just call me for short. And this is my counter part R7-B7. where the ships standard droids assigned to the ship "The Beauty for Ashes" a blockade/troop transport ship. Please make yourselves at home we will be leaving Kamino shortly." the protocol droid said as he closed the ramp to the ship.

The three squad mates sat down on the troop seats as the droids did there maintenance checks before taking off.

"Hay boss ever wonder why they trained us with Mandalorion customs and combat forms?" 115 asked.

"There doctrine is more or less like the old Galactic Republic when the GAR was established back then. So it makes sense to take what worled for the GAR and used it to train us. Hence why we had more Mandalorion training. Though it felt right at home with me for some reason. Ether way we will eventuallybe deployed by Kilo Rens side and mandalorians tend to have a adept way to counter Jedi." 091 replied.

"How so?" 058 asked.

"I dont know it just felt like home to me." 091 replied.

058 and 115 lookes at eachother before looking back to there leader.

"Maybe you where taken from Mandalor." 115 suggested.

"I dont know. If whatever memory's serve me right that I can remember is that i lived on a peaceful world. Not a place like Mandalor or its moons." 091 stated.

They all shrugged and decided to nap until they got to there destination.

091s dream

He was surrounded by buildings. It was odd yet familiar. As if he belonged here. Then he saw a man in Jedi robes mixed woth ancient Mandarin armor. Armys of Mandalorians gathered and kneeled before him. Loke he was a ruler. A king. The person the armys where kneeling to looked at them. He carried himself like a professional solider but also a peace maker.

"Do not run from your past." the armored figure said.

"What do you mean?" 091 replied.

"You have forgotten who you where oh watcher mine. Your journey is long. Ashes you must spread first before you plant gardens. Soon you will question everything you know. What youve been told. For what is truth that the Empire wants you to here is lies. The Darkness is upon us all. You musy help end it by being darkness itself for a time. The more you kill the more your heart grows cold. The more you take the less you will receive. The bonds of your allys will be tested to see if your capable of war. This is your future of it is to be prevented. Oh watcher mine." the odd man said.

"I still dont understand!" 091 replied

Soon the earth shook. Explosions and plaster fire rain down like water. The scene began to change to a old facility that looled like a palace. It was the Jedi temple on Courasant. The temple was ruined a man in black robes came out of the temple and put his hood up. For some odd reason he was compelled to go inside. The building was starting to give. Looking around he eventually found a open vault. Walking inside he found a blue armored Mandalorion taking a rectangular rod. Unlike traditional lightsabers he was trained to counter this saber had a different shape in its blade. Its color black as the light was sucked in around it.

"Whats going on!?" 091 asked.

The Mandalorion didn't respond. Only scoffed looked back at him.

"You've trained by Mandalorion mercenary. Teained in our arts of combat and hunting. Yet you dont know what your own ancestry is?" she replied.

She attacked with force not letting up to cut him down.

"Stop why are you doing this?!"

"Because you are weak! You are not worthy of the Title of Spartan!"

Before she could deliver the final blow after slicing his rifle apart. A blaster bolt hit her in the back. Killing her instantly. The person that did it was another mandalorian.

"Whoever weilds this blade will be a symbol of strstrength to our people. But you must be cut to pieces!"

The male mandalorian was about to strick when the scene changed to literally hundreds of thousands of places on Mandalor. And each one had the same thing. One leader being killed by another for the black blade. And right to rule Mandalor. He couldn't stand it and went to his knees and closed his eyes to force the screams if victims of the singal war lord. But then one stood out when a Mandalorion from a organization called death watch killed the granddaughter of a village leader on one of Mandalors moons. He felt great sadness and regret not from the Jedi and young boy resistant to death watch but from the blade itself. Then came Darth Maul who beheaded the Warlord who took over Mandalor. The last thing he saw was when Maul was force choking a women infront of a younger Obi-Wan. He felt the light saber get angry for the dark lord activated its blade. And stabbed her. The blade deactivated and felt uncontrollably amount of rage at the dark lord.

He wondered why hs felt feelings from the blade. But then again during classes there was a theory that stated that Kaiba crystals where sentient. In theroy of course. Then it went dark again. Screams if agony and the stench of death filled the air. Unbelievable amount of rage and sadness filled his heart at the screams. Then a Red lightsaber ignited. 091 looked to the odd blade of plasma to see a man in armor. but the visor wider. The armor was bulkier.

"Who are you?" asked

"I? I am you who is stronger and more powerful than what you are." the dark figure said.

"You mean by killing innocent people."

"Even sith have morals. Be it they have a few but they do not stoop so low like mass murders."

"You mean like what the emperor did to the Jedi?"

"The Jedi where one sided. Nor where they great military commanders. Only a select few knew how to lead and care for there men. But the rest ether saw the Clones as canon fodder. Or hated there troopers all together. By then the damage the war did to the clone troopers did its toll on them. When order 66 was sent to them. The clones where fed up with there Jedi generals and commanders and blasted them."

"Like I'm not going to kill innocent people!"

"If you dont kill how will you save your friends?"

And with one strike the man beheaded 091s squad mates and best friends who just appeared. There helmets clattered to the ground to 091s feet. He was horrified, sorrow gripped his heart like a boa constrictor. Then Anger out of his pain. The want to kill this man was now high. But before he could he felt a large a sering pain.

"Now arise Darth Caihaphas strike me down."

Hoth hyper space lane

091 woke up breathing heavily. Looking at his body for any at all wounds he was relieved that there was non. Seeing that he was alone he got up and decided to walk to the bridge. But then he bumped into R7-B7.

"Oh sorry buddy didn't see you there." 091 said.

"Beep-boop-bo-beep-beep."

"What no its not because your. . . actually yeah you actually kind a are short." 091 replied with a smerk.

"Whin-whin-be-bo-wher!" the Astromech replied.

"I know im just messing with you buddy."

"Whoo-beep-dobeep!"

"Thanks buddy but i dont want to talk about it."

"Whooooo." the Astromech replied sadly.

"Its ok bud maybe another time." 091 replied patting its helm.

Walking to the bridge of the small blockade runner. 115 and 058 where checking there weapons and armor to make sure there good.

"Ah master where about to drop hyperspace." AK-47-Niner said.

"Alright do so." 091 said.

"roger that exiting Hyperspace."

There ship slowed down and a small white ball was in view.

"There is Hoth master. Going into low power mode to avoid patrols." AK said.

"Well here we go." 115 said as he loades his plaster rifle.

091 felt something off about this mission. Very off. Like something wrong was gonna happen.

"Remember that this is strictly a no noise mission."

"Got it boss." 115 said.

"I got a bad feeling about this one."

Hoth base Phobos

A women with black hair and cat ears was sitting and meditating on a square blue and gold cube. Beyond the cube was a man with a black beard and hair. Also in a meditative position. The Cube started to float. The edges and insides started to open up and move. That is while the girl felt something off. Inner doubt. Loss. These where not the girls feelings nor was it her father infront of her. The men at the base didn't have ill will nor her mother. That is until she started getting glimpses of a figure in black armor. Old school from the GAR from the looks of it then she was sadly interrupted by her mother and the cube went back to its original form.

"Guys dinner ready." her mother said.

The two opened there eyes in annoyance.

"Does mom have to do that every time you train me?" the girl asked.

"You know your mother. But did you feel that to?" her father asked in reply.

"Yes. I did. I saw a person in black armor. And a scary Blood red visor. It looked like a variation of the Clone commando armor from the Old Galactic Republic. You know the Grand Army of the Republic." the girl replied.

"Hum. Was that the person we sensed?"

"Its quite possible bit come on lets go eat dinner."

"*Chuckles* You and your apatite for fish."

Little did they know what they sensed was 091 and his crew on there ship. Coming for them. While not officially. Somethings are better left to be untouched.