The Lieutenant sat on top of his ship as he fixed the plating on top. It had taken days but he had gotten the Thunderclap back into working order. All that was left was to fix some plating on top. He loved his ship. Loved it. He got along relatively well with a clone he had met not long ago.
This clone was named Fixer. The name suited him. He had approched Vladislav and they struck up a conversation. Said conversation was about the different types of spacecrafts used in both time periods. Together they had managed to get The Rasputin back together as fast as they did. It was nice having a person to talk with. Honestly, the trooper was still getting over the idea of time travel.
"Hey, Raginis! How long do you think you'll need to finish up?" Fixer called out to him.
"Hold on. There. It's done. What do you need?" Vladislav replied as he made his way off the top of the ship.
"Come on, I want you to meet some of the others!" The clone in question replied before taking hold of Vladislav and dragging him off. The Lieutenant gave a yelp of suprise at the sudden motion. Something must have happened during the clones time at Kamino that caused the man to be unnaturally hyper. Very hyper. While he was lost in thought, they had passed countless hallways, doors, and rooms until Fixer came to a halt. Once more the trooper was thrown off balance. Fixer opened a door before steering Vladislav in. They entered into the barracks where several clones milled about. Fixer brought him to a group of clones that sat apart from the rest. They looked up as Vladislav was unceremoniously shoved into a seat.
"Fixer, I see you've kidnapped the newcomer." A clone said with slight amusement. The others seemed to agree but stayed silent. Fixer just nodded.
"I thought we could meet each other and you know, talk about stuff. It'd get Raginis away from his ship for once. I swear, its like your there 24/7." The clone said as he plopped down onto his bunk. A murmur of acknowledgment circled throughout the group. One clone, the one who spoke before, started off.
"Hey there newcomer, I'm Omen. I'm also the leader of this band of lazy slackers." He said and roughly jabbed the second soldiers arm.
"Names Cannon. I'm the big guns here." He said with pride.
"Hello sir. I'm called Data. If you need information on most topics, feel free to come ask me." A clone surrounded by what seemed to be at least a dozen datapads said. As he did this his eyes never left the pad he was holding. The Line inwardly laughed at his behavior. It reminded him of someone he knew.
"Name is Scar." Was all another said. The last one jumped up in excitement.
"I'm Cub!" He said. He was visablly younger then the other clones.
"Scar, Cannon, Data, Omen and I were in the sane squad on Kamino. We were Catapult Squad." Fixer explained with one of his batchmates throwing in a 'go Catapults' n the background. Vladislav chuckled.
"Well, you guys probably know who I am. Lieutenant Vladislav Raginis of HAVOC Squad." The Lieutenant said. "If you don't mind me asking, how'd you guys get your names?" He continued.
"Well, I got my name from when we were cadets at Kamino. I had a knack of telling if something would go wrong or work out. It was odd and enough to get the name Omen." the soldier explained.
"Got the name Cannon from Kamino as well. As said before, I'm the big guns." Cannon jumped in with his explanation.
"I got the name Data from my 'obsession' of studying. I don't see the problem, it's good to have information on as much stuff as possible. It could save your life one day." Came Data's reply.
"This is slightly embarrassing, but I may or may not have gotten the name Scar from when I accidentally gave myself a nasty scar back when we were cadets. What's worse, the reason for the scar was a spoon." Scar said, his voice slowly decrease in volume though not whe to render him inaudible.
"A spoon. I guess it's not the craziest thing ive heard." Vladislav said as the group laughed, Scar included.
"Yeah, there are aome pretty weird things that happen here." He agreed.
"So what about you Cub?" Vladislav asked. The clone lost his energetic personality and seemed to crawl into his mind and put up mental shields. He seemed, broken. Even if he fought in a war, he shouldn't have seen enough combat to make him look like this. Vladislav looked confused at Omen. He just returned the look with sadness evident in his eyes.
"When Cub transferred over, he didn't have a name. He came from the 112th. Apparently he had been abandoned and left for dead when he stumbled across Scar and Data on one of our patrols. After being patched up he practically begged us not to send him back to his former battalion. We couldn't blame him. After a while he was transferred over without his General's knowledge. We asked him his name and he gave us a number. We couldn't allow that. We gave him the name Cub because he's the youngest of the group." Omen explained quietly.
Vladislav looked on with understanding. Flashbacks of Ord Mantell came to mind. When his old squad mates defected to the Empire. He put an understanding hand on Cubs shoulder.
"I know how that feels. To be betrayed. Maybe not in the same way as you but betrayed all the same." He said in a comforting tone. The younger trooper had calmed down enough so he could speak again. Cub looked at him with shock.
"You do? I thought HAVOC Squad was basically the pride of the Old Republic army. Special Forces sort of. Able to handle anything thrown at them." Cub half asked half stated. The Lieutenant let out a Hundred chuckle before answering.
"No. It all started on the Battle of Alderaan. HAVOC Squad, led by a trooper by the name Jace Malcolm, was sent to combat the Empire's forces. They did. I wasn't part of HAVOC at the time. They fought and lost a lot of men. Apparently they were left for dead. It caused some of the troopers to distrust the Republic. When I arrived and was assigned on Ord Mantell, I worked with Commander Harron Tavus. We seemed to get along okay while we looked for a stolen bomb. However, when I manage to get us closr to getting the bomb, we lost contact with them. The Lieutenant at the time , a bad tempered Cathar named Aric Jorgan, had been ordered by Tavus to send anyone to look for them but he ignored them and I was sent to find them. And find them I did. They were loading the bomb on a ship when I arrived. Tavus revealed his plan to defect with the others and they ordered the remaining Imperials to kill me. They failed. However, the traitors got away and I still haven't managed to find them all yet. It gets quite annoying after a while." Vladislav explained. Cub had a look of amazement written on his face with eyes wide. It was actually quite amusing truth be told.
They spent the rest of the time before lights out talking and joking and just having a good time in general. Vladislav got a good idea of what each role of the groups members was. Omen was the leader, the one they looked up to. Cannon was type to protect his brothers even if it meant rushing head first into a battalion of droids. Data waa the strategist. Scar was a prankster though that had significantly reduced after he was deployed. And Cub. Cub. He was the younger brother. The one that they tried to shield from war as best they could. The one that kept hope even in the darkest of times. As long as he was there, the brothers would fight tooth and nail to keep him from harm. A family. Vladislav smiled.
WOOOH! I got over 1k words in this. Is this good? Hope you enjoyed. Leave a review amd a follow and stay tuned for the next chapter of Different Times!
