Fear was making CTEU-74 want to throw up. They wanted to kill him? Why, what he done? He was different or so they made it out to be that he was. He wasn't different he wasn't! He refused to think that way. He was a clone trooper all he wanted was to serve the republic. In his rage a thought occurred to him. If he stayed he would never get that. Never get the pleasure of being a real trooper. Technically running away would be his only option. He couldn't fight them. Well of course he could but if they used a needle he would be putting himself at risk. Exposing to much skin would get him killed. It was just the fact that he didn't want to go rouge. He wanted to fight out there far away with the others. Then the idea struck, the crazy, dangerous, deadly idea and he loved it. He swung his legs out of the bed and stood up. A grin spread across his face. He was walking it was a small accomplishment but… Snapping himself out of his trance. He crossed the room to the door and that's when he hesitated. Was he really about to do this? This wasn't against the rules right? Oh what did he care? His sense of judgement wasn't all that great due to inexperience but he wasn't going to sit around and be killed. Slowly he made his way to the docking bay he was going to need a long list of items for his plan to work. When he got to the docking bay (after a long list of mix ups and wrong turns) he checked the guard detail. There was only one and he wasn't surprised. He walked around casually trying to look as if he was trying to stay out of sight. Taking the bait the trooper caught hold of the back of his collar and forcefully turned him around. "Kid what are you doing out of bed? You know the rules!" he growled. CTEU-74 was suddenly nervous he hadn't expected the guard to be so stern. "What's your CT number?" he said slightly baffled. "Uh umm well," of course he knew his CT number but for some reason CTEU-74 didn't seem like the right thing to say. "Oh!" the clone laughed, "You're a first year aren't you?" "Uh yes Sir I…I am," he needed an excuse for being up. "Why yah up kid?" he asked amusement clearly visible on his face. "I had to go," he answered it was a stupid response but at this point he was desperate. "Oh, well kid I think you're a little turned around?" he then preceded to give him directions to the nearest bathroom. "But um kid I really need to report this, I'm sorry," he said regretfully. "Yeah," CTEU-74 said with a sly smile "So am I!" and with that he wrenched the man's blaster riffle from his hand and hit him over the head with it. The clone slumped to the ground unconscious.