A/N the begging is a first person POV that I'm experimenting with, where you observe things through the eyes of that person, and that being said, I'm going to write it as though you, the reader, are that person, I hope none of you have a problem with that. And once again Que tense and dramatic star wars orchestra music
You blink, rapidly, you wake up to find a wall of frost, you hear muffled voices and sounds, the barking of urgent orders and the blaring of alarms, the wall of frost lifts itself, revealing a darkened room, a red Klaxon sounding to your left, you start to get some feeling back for your limbs, you begin to get out of a cryo tube, your black body suit moving with you, you fall to your knees and throw up, a side effect of your freezing.
"All hands evacuate, repeat, all hands evacuate the Resolute!" A voice boomed.
You do what you do best and begin to follow orders, you open a locker next to your cryo pod, pulling out your phase 2 ARC trooper armor, and let out to gear up, after less than a minute you are fully armored, you pull out your last piece, your helmet, it has blue markings of the 501'st legion on stark white, you look upon it for a moment, before turning it around and placing it on your head, at first it's mostly dark, but a blue heads up display rectified the situation a moment later.
"Hey!"
Your head snaps to the right. The door had sprung open, a standard trooper leaned in. He threw you a DC-15-S blaster rifle. You caught it, checked the power cell to find it fully loaded, and primed it for firing. Your head swiveled up to him, this took place in less than four seconds.
"What are you waiting for!? we need to get out now!"
He left, and you followed right after, there where dozens of other clones and battle droids rushing down the hallway in a single direction. The hall was dimly lit with emergency lights, along with red and yellow alarms. Klaxons still blaring, the roar of warnings gave you a rush of adrenaline and the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall.
You where suddenly knocked off balance, along with Most of those in the hallway, the ship rocked, and the tell tale sound of the star destroyer being damaged echoed through the walls and the superstructure, the old girl that you called home for so long seemed to groan in pain.
"Mayday, mayday, mayday! Hull breach on decks four through twelve, we're being boarded!" The intercom shouted.
A clone warrant officer stood upon an empty supply crate in phase 2 armor with a splash of gold, colors of the 212 attack battalion.
"EVERYONE TO THE HANGER, WERE GETTING OFF THIS SCRAP PILE!"
You do not question what is happening, right now reaching the hangar and awaiting further instructions is all you can do. You run down the hallway, observing clone and battle droid alike helping each other carry equipment and give instructions to others. You smile a little, remembering how just a few years ago you and your brothers would be blasting them, and here you and your clone counterparts where now treating them like fellow clones.
Your smile leaves your face however when you hear a familiar, but very unwelcome sound...
Blaster fire, the enemy boarding parties, whoever they where, had already made it deep into the destroyer. That was bad news, if they got a foot hold in the main halls leading to the hangar it could slow, or even stop the evacuation all together.
You could not stop however. You had to get to the hangar. You made it after a few more minutes of running, it was crowded, the bay was filled with troopers, vehicles and aircraft.
"Sargent, get those troopers into the gunships!"
"Come on load the ammo and the ordinance, let's go, let's go!"
Your hairs once again stood on the back of your neck. You looked to see several clones file through the blast door, in white and grey, the last one turned and blasted the control panel, sealing it. He seemed to sigh in relief...
SNAP-HISSSSSSS, a terrifying sound erupted from behind the door.
But they could only recoil, in shock and horror, as a red blade pierced the door and began to cut a hole.
"THAT WONT HOLD THEM FOR LONG!"
"LOOK OUT!"
You looked up and saw that a squadron of fighters, ones you couldn't identify, where attacking the ship, their cannons fired and eventually pierced the energy shields, one bolt hit the floor in front of you, your body was lifted from the floor and you landed on your back. You felt weak once more, you looked down and saw that your breast plate was fractured, several chunks where missing from it, shrapnel cut through your body glove and skin, tearing through muscle and shattering several bones, your vision blurred, and your ears where ringing, blaster fire had begun to fly across the hangar just feet above you.
You feel yourself be lifted from the ground, you look up to see a super battle droid carrying you into a gunship, he set you down, and a clone took its place in your decaying vision, this one with white armor and a red cross on its helmet, a field medic. You pass out from blood loss.
3RD PERSON POV
"WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?!"
"ITS STALLING OUT, THEIR FIGHTERS HIT THE ENGINE BLOCK AND KNOCKED SOMETHING LOOSE!"
"WELL HURRY THE FUCK UP AND UN KNOCK IT!"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK IM TRYING TO DO-!?" A red blaster bolt smacked against the glass of the cockpit, leaving a crack. "NOW KEEP FIRING ASSHOLES OR WE ALL FRY!"
The troopers and droids continued to fight an unknown enemy, beyond a haze of smoke, the continued to fire without discretion, they needed to keep shooting, if only to hold them off long enough to escape.
The pilot kept typing away at the controls, attempting to start it up, but each time the screens flashed red with errors.
"DAMN IT!" He brought up his armored boot and smashed open the council and began to fiddle with the wiring.
"ANY TIME NOW!" Many of the gunships in the hangar began to take off. And the enemy continued to fire back through the smoke. They had poor accuracy, just as bad as the troopers, the haze keeping them both from hitting their targets. One of the troopers hosed the area down with fire from his Z-6.
"IM WORKING ON IT!" He tied several wires together and began to work on the council again, typing in a final set of commands it blinked green, signaling it was ready for take off.
"ALRIGHT, GET ON BOARD NOW!"
Several droids and troopers climbed aboard, and they took off, the doors of the gunship weren't closed, they where jammed open.
"EVERYONE SEAL YOUR BUCKETS, BUCKLE UP, AND SHUT UP, ITS GONA BE A BUMPY RIDE!"
"WERE HEADING FOR THE REDEMPTION, PREPARE FOR A ROUGH LANDING IN FIVE MINUTES!"
The troopers looked out of the open doors into the vacuum of space, red plasma streaked by, to their right a pair of big red bolts of plasma slammed into another gunship, vaporizing it, a droid leaned out to look ahead, the ship they where heading for was their sole surviving ship in the fleet, an Acclamator 2 assault frigate that was speeding away from the enemy fleet, they dodged blaster fire and debris from their own destroyed vessels.
They where hit, but continued on with moderate damage, heading to 'land' in the hangar.
"Hold on tight, it's gona get a little..."
"Bumpy?"
"... well I was gona say crashy but bumpy works!"
Their gunship and the last few others made it to the hangar, and the cruiser jumped just before it would be hit by a volley of turbo lasers.
"Well, this morning has gone swimmingly..."
Back aboard the Resolute.
A clone was being held above the ground, without anyone physically touching him, he gasped for air underneath his helmet, grasping at his throat.
"I shall ask one last time, clone, where are my droids?" A black cloaked figure stood just a few feet away, shrouded in darkness, he'd held out.
"I-dont-talk-to-sithspit-scum!" He rasped out. The only exceptions where the Emperor, his adopted sister and his fiancé, they where different from normal sith, they were kind, strong, and good rulers.
"Your resilience annoys me." The man's deep gravely voice was future distorted by a mask. He closed his fist, and a sickening crack was heard from the troopers neck, he stopped squirming, and the sith dropped him to the floor.
"Commander!" He bellowed into his com.
"Sir!"
"Tear this ship apart and find me those droids!"
"Roger that."
Aboard the Redemption.
"Statement: we may have managed to avoid capture, but master needs us to find help, and we are not going to receive aid unless we find the right people to talk to."
"Query: How do we make contact? We have no idea where this ship is going, or how they will react when they find us, and they will, I have calculated the odds and they are not in our favor."
"Worry: I'm afraid we can only wait and, 'let the dice fall where they may' as the organics say."
"Mockery: You have no idea how much confidence you managed to inspire in my motivators."
"Agitated statement: Oh just shut up and climb in the vent!"
Taris system, star destroyer Gawain
"You spend far too much time aboard this ship." C.C. said.
"Your point?"
"My point is that it's not healthy, you should go out, live a little, spend the night out in the city with your fiancé."
"This is my personal ship, I'm attached to it in a way, besides I made sure that Kallen is involved with this as little as possible."
"You know she won't appreciate it when she finds out your doing all this work yourself, she would want to be here helping you."
"It's just paper work, I don't want to take up her time with the dull inner workings of making my Imperium function."
"She's going to be your empress soon, she has just as much of a right and responsibility to help you with this."
"When she is officially empress then she can help if she truly wants to, I want her to be happy, besides I told her that she could plan the wedding as much as she desired before I step in to add my own touches, a wedding is very difficult to plan from what I can tell, so she has her hands full with that."
"That does not make my previous statement any less true."
"I'll think about it."
There was a knock at the door of his office.
"Who is it?"
"The only intelligent person on this ship."
Sparky.
"Come in."
He did so.
"I've got good news, bad news, and terrible news."
"What's the terrible news?"
"Bad news first, otherwise the terrible won't make any sense. Approximately five hours ago we lost contact with one of our supply convoys en rout to the new Republic's outpost's near their boarder with the empire of the hand. The terrible news is that the scouts that went there... they reported that the fleet had been completely annihilated. The good news is that they where slightly in correct."
"How so?"
"One ship was missing from the wreckage, an Acclamator, and there is evidence that it escaped via hyperspace, we are currently trying to pinpoint a distress signal. On a side note, the new Republic has begun searching for the assailants, and have sent sizable fleets throughout the area."
"Very well, alert me if we receive any word of their survival, or destruction."
"Yes sir, also, I have a suggestion, I believe you should look at our military, we could use more ships, troops, weapons and vehicles, there are several planets fit for the construction of new shipyards, factories, and training facilities."
"Isn't our military the strongest out of the five factions?"
"Yes, but do not forget the unknowns that have attacked both us and our allies, we should be prepared for the worst, speak softly and carry a big stick as it where."
"Very well, begin construction of three new Executor class destroyers and have our other shipyards start producing new star destroyers and support vessels. Get the cloning facilities on Kamino back in working order, see if you can't find female candidates, give our fett clones some sisterly love, put the droid and vehicle factories on maximum output, and put up advertising for recruitment centers to add to our storm trooper corps.
"I thought you didn't like using clones." C.C. asked
"I don't, but it's either clone, and give them at least some basic human rights, or don't clone, and possibly lose the war we are starting to enter, oh and get me in touch with our RND department, I have a few ideas I want them to work on."
"Fair enough."
"I'll get to work right away sir." 'Universe knows we need it, if my idea and informant are both correct that is...'
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