Six days...That''s how long it been since the destruction of Shelter Base. They had been aimlessly trekking through the muddy world of Jabiim in hopes of finding survivors of the attack or Republic Loyalist.. Their searches only coming up with remnants of battles. Bodies of both parties laid out deep in the mud, to blasted or cut up to be identified.. However General Leska still managed to stay hopeful and raise morale. With each failed discovery she told of a breakthrough soon to happen.
With each fallen brother..a prayer to ease their passing. She was like a mother to the clones of Jabiim..their angel in this muddy hell. Right now their ragtag battalion made of survivors of different battalions were heading east.. Towards where hopefully a still standing republic would be standing. Cresh once again could feel the steady fall of rainfall against his body..the water droplets washing down his mud soaked face.. However a new sensation soon hit him.. A bright warm feeling shining against his face. The area soon became bright as he looked towards the source..
"The sun.."he said..."It's finally rose".. He looked around at his brothers. Each of them rifles lowered and looking towards the glowing bright star.. However just as it rose an ominous feeling hit him a he felt a strange burning sensation in his lower abdomen.. Then he looked down he could see a blaster wound, the flesh there freshly burnt..
Soon enough there was a barrage of red bolts..The bolts catching those too unlucky to dodge them. Clones were struck down with each shot that hit home. Some ended with one shot some..painfully riddled with red plasma.. He quickly took to find cover sprinting towards the nearest rock,,However mid spring he noticed something. Their angel..their comrade..their mother like figure..Leska...
She laid limp in the mud a blaster round deep in her chest, blood running down the corner of her mouth..Cresh quickly ran towards her hoping that she would be alive..When he went to search for her pulse he found nothing.. She had died..done in by a stray blaster bolt.. He felt a tinge of sadness deep inside him which he quickly pushed away..Now wasnt the time to mourn..he had to rally his remaining brothers and herd them to safety.
Remembering that usually Jedi take the lightsabers of their fallen he took hers clipping it to his utility belt. He would turn it in to the next Jedi he saw..if he lived long enough to see one.. Rallying the nearby clones int h area with a mighty yell he motioned for them to follow as he ran..Out of the reach of the seps..away from their deadly red bolts.
He would occasionally look back to see how many of his brothers were left with him.. The numbers dwindling steadily.. Soon enough however they hit a wrecked base.. Freshly destroyed by battle.. The bodies of younglings and clones in the area.. A last stand by the looks of it. However..what he saw brought some hope to his heart.. A female padwan lay ontop of the Resistance leader Alto Stratuss..two lightsabers plunged deep in his chest..
He could hear slight cheers from the troopers behind him as they too saw the scene. The enemy leader had fallen.. A new sense of hope filled the troopers as they looked around for any sort of transport. Finding a few damaged but still functional speeders the Arc and the surviving clones paired up and headed off. They rode for hours on…without stop until they found a mass of clone and Jabiimi.
In the middle was Anakin Skywalker. He had just issued for all cones to come onto the evac ships. Going in single filed, wounded first the clones entered the ship. Cresh could see the Jabiimi weren't with the young Padwan's decision. They threw rocks at the ship yelling curses and slurs. Cresh however ignored the words..Thus was their war..the Republic just happened to get involved with those final thoughts Cresh laid his head against the viewport..drifting into a deep sleep.
"Sir, I-I cant see!. I cant see!" exclaimed an Unknown voice. Hearing this Cresh would quickly shoot open his eyes. Looking around for his weapon in case of attack. However, he found his self hooked up to an IV. Many of his wounds save for the scar on his face were covered in bacta.
Looking to the left would find the source of the unknown voice to be a wounded trooper with bloodied bandages wrapped around his eyes. Poor lad probably loss his eye sight was permanently blinded. Standing at his side, mostly likely the one he called sir, was another trooper. His helmet tucked in between his side and left arm. His armor had two thick red stripes on both arms. Two thin red parallel lines ran down the middle of his helmet and down his chest piece. Lastly, he had on a red Kama. Looking closer he could see that the trooper had an Spiked Mohawk
Cesh knew that trooper. He was an Arc Trooper like him. His name was..
PHIL'S POV
"Shhh, Ner Vod everything's gonna be ok." Said Phil in a soothing tone as he held done his injured brother. The trooper, whose name was Rev, had sustained an injury while on Jabiim which had took away his eyesight…forever.
Jabiim..For the rest of his life he would never forget that planet. Out of all the missions he'd been assigned too since his awakening..Jabiim was the most grueling. They were simply there to render aid. It wouldn't have been long Intelligence said…Were they wrong..
Flashback to Battle of Jabiim
Phil felt the heavy rain on his exposed face. His Mohawk, which he put much care into keeping up standing no chance against the heavy rainfall of the planet. Right now he was kneeled, Dc propped up beside him, helmet at his side looking forward. His armor was dirtied and dented from the many days he spent fighting on the planet. Phil looked back at what remained of the mighty republic force sent to Jabiim. How mighty were they now?.. After being awakened Phil was assigned to the 437th Shocktrooper corps, nicknamed the Banshees, under the lead of Twilek Jedi General Rolan Herrtik. The general was a Jedi Master back during the days before the GAR.
The General cared for al lifeforms…his troops especially. He cared for the clones as if they were his own, Phil had begun to take a liking to him as well. He didn't deserve the death he received.
The Gerneral, surrounded by Nimbus Commandoes and Battle droids, fought valiantly against the approaching horde, ordering for his troops to flee. Phil had felt a slight tinge of guilt deep inside hisself for leaving the General on his own.
It was even worse that he watched the general butchered and shot down as he fled.. He felt like a coward for but he knew that the Genral served his purpose well and assured the survival of him and his vod for the time being.
Phil then looked back at the troops left remaining under his care. Less than thirty sadly. Many badly injured and being carried by their brothers. Deep inside Phil knew many of them wouldn't make it without medical attention but there was no way in hell he was going to leave them.
These troopers were under his watch now. He was their mother and them his young pups. He was gonna make it his duty to get as many of them off this planet alive as he could.
Grasping his rifle Phil stood, helmet in his hand as he mentally prepared a speech. "My vod! I know the situation looks dire. Our general has fallen, many of our brothers lay dead in the mud, surrounded by the corpses of the enemy. BUT WE STILL STAND! We must not let their sacrifices be in vain. As sad as it is they died to allow us to live. We must live to keep on their memory running. We must live to fight another day. WE MUST LIVE SO THAT THE REPUBLIC WILL ENDURE! Exclaimed Phil as he raised his decee in the air. Many of the clones still able to hold their weapons copied this action. "WE WILL ENDURE! WE WILL FIGHT!" exclaimed the survivors of the corps.
Hearing this warmed Phil's heart. He had rekindled the hope inside each of his remaining brothers. Sparked their will to live and fight on. Putting on his helmet Phil shouted.. "FOR THE REPUBLIC!" as he and the remaining troopers marched forward.
They arched for days sometimes meeting pockets of enemy resistance or picking up scattered survivors of the war. With every resistance force met a brother with every survivor found. .a brother gained.
Just when all seemed loss however, the rag tag group of survivors struck a chord of luck as they stumbled upon the young Anakin Skywalker as he gave the order for the wounded clones to board the Republic ship. Phil felt a slight smile creep across his face as he watched his brothers step in line to get on the ship.
End of Flashback
Now Phil found hisself trying to soothe the pain of his injured brother until the Jedi Healers returned. However, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him as he turned to see..what looked like an fellow Arc trooper on a cot..
For those whom read sorry for the absence..Internet and technology problems but I will be on than that bye!
