Earth Date - January 1, 1957

SeaSerpent Reckoning, Atlantic Ocean, United States, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,684

Cold War - Day 6,553

The Third Earth War - Day 173


Admiral Jacob Lowe stood on the bridge of the large sea station. The bridge had two decks all full of officers of human and clone. Captain Rep was giving the daily report when the alarms blared. "Incoming ship! Exiting hyperspace!"

"Battle stations! Alert Allie command!" Jacob ordered as a large dagger-shaped ship exited out of hyperspace in the atmosphere.

"Imperial Star Destroyer!" Petty Officer Panic yelled as the enemy's lower turbolasers opened fire.

"Launch all fighters!" the admiral ordered as explosions engulfed parts of the ship. "Why didn't the fleet warned us?"

"Unclear sir. Possible new Imp tech."

"Take that Destroyer down. No matter what."


"Listen up Kraken Squadron. No time for role call. Just take that ship down." Captain KMH ordered his pilots as the American fighters soared to the enemy ship. 21YUSAG-23 or Click to her fellow pilots. Her batch was cloned from Nancy Waters to be the best pilots for Navy and Air Force fighters. Now she is flying against an Imperial Destroyer. The enemy ship's anti-fighter turrets opened fire on the incoming Allie fighters. Explosions of her fellow pilots surrounded the skies. As she got closer to the ship, she noticed a cannon similar to a Clone Wars age SPHA cannon. The cannon aimed at the SeaSerpent. Click aimed at the enemy cannon. She fired her rockets at the ship and when the rockets got close to the Destroyer they went off in all directions and exploded.

"Enemy ship has some kind of new weapon! Rockets can't hit it!" Click reported.

"Crap." KMH replied as the ship started to leave the battle and away from the mainland.

"They're retreating." Click noted.

"No." the captain said. "They're finding their allies."


Earth Date - January 1, 1957

Portugal Coast, Nazi Germany, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,684

Cold War - Day 6,553

The Third Earth War - Day 173


Generalleutnant Lukas Hepner was stationed in Portugal to govern the land for the Reich. With the Allies fighting for his home that they abandoned he must be prepared for anything. Now he is on the Western shore checking on the security. Oberst Klaus Wahl was showing Lukas the defenses. "As you can see Generalleutnant Hepner, the Beach E32 is secured and any Allied force will be quickly turned away."

"With what I have seen so far, I must say I'm impressed." Lukas said as a low-rank officer ran towards them.

"Generalleutnant, Oberst an unknown ship is a hundred miles from the coast. Not Allie, nor Axis." the officer reported. "They are transmitting a German signal to us. What are your orders?"

"Establish contact. If they aren't Axis or Allies yet friendly, then they are Imperials. Our last hope against the Allie invasion."


Earth Date - January 1, 1957

The Turret, Portugal Coast, Nazi Germany, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,684

Cold War - Day 6,553

The Third Earth War - Day 173


Admiral Gideon Versio ID number is EK-16. When he became an Admiral he needed a full name, so he named himself from the great Moff Gideon and Admiral Versio. Now he is in command of the latest Star Destroyer to enter the First Order Navy. The Turret had anti-fighter turrets, Turbolasers, Proton Seeker Torpedoes, two Ion Turrets on the top, and one Blaster Cannon on the bottom. The Admiral smiled as Captain EK-RW32432 walked towards him. "Is it the Germans?"

"Yes. They received our signal and are attempting to communicate." the captain reported.

"Let them through." Gideon ordered and within moments the Admiral heard a humans voice over the comms.

"This is Generalleutnant Lukas Hepner of Germany. Reveal who you are or be fired upon." Lukas commanded.

"This is Admiral Gideon Versio of the First Order. We received your message about the Allies new world Coalition and sent ships to investigate only to be destroyed. We assumed a new alien race destroyed them, but when we lost three Sectors, we knew the Allies have returned in force." Gideon replied almost immediately knowing the Tesla Cannons from the war. "We came to offer you assistance in exchange for control of the Earth with your leader to Govern."

"Well then, welcome to Nazi Germany. We'll send coordinates for you to meet the Führer. Stray from them and we will fire upon you."

"Understood. I hope this agreement will satisfy both sides."


Earth Date - January 2, 1957

The E.S.S America, Earth Orbit, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,685

Cold War - Day 6,554

The Third Earth War - Day 174


Fleet Admiral Gardner watched as they tracked the Imperial ship. The fleet launched orbital bombardment on the ship several times only to be fired upon by Ion Cannons. This new ship has impressed the Fleet Admiral. It has done something no other Imperial ship has. Withstand the Allie fleet. "We need a plan." Gardner said to his Admiral via holo.

"Sir, I suggest we send in a small strike team to take it down from the inside." Admiral Rex replied.

"Good idea. We have several Stike Teams ready. All we have to do is choose." General Alex Smith of the Army said. "I suggest we use SF Swift Bullet for this mission."

"Can't. They're deep in Africa on Recon." General Tony Four of the Marines reported. "Perhaps SF Bull Dog."

"Nope. Sabotage mission in India." Smith said.

"I've been working on a Strike Force for the past two years called Task Force Blade." Admiral Ethan Star suggested.

"What's so special about them?" Four asked.

"They are among the seven thousand live clones that were born deformed. Some were better than others, which is what makes up the task force." Star replied.

"We can't use deformed troops." Rex said. "They're about useful as a blind man looking for something."

"He's useful when you search for nothing."

"But we aren't searching for nothing. We're fighting a war and wars are won by soldiers, not deformities."

"Enough." the Fleet Admiral commanded. "SF Dagger will be deployed while Task Force Blade will be tested to see if they are useful."

"Yes sir." Star replied.


Earth Date - January 12, 1957

The Turret, Spain Airspace, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,695

Cold War - Day 6,564

The Third Earth War - Day 184


When the LockBlade Nerney F-11 Assault Stealth Ship was confirmed to have magnetized to the rear of the ship, Captain Ethan Rigginson readied his M16. His time in the Military was slowly coming to a close with age. "Daggers."

"On it." Saw replied as he grabbed a large buzzsaw as the crew entered the airlock. When the team was inside the door opened revealing the enemy ship's engines. If it weren't for the Mag Boots in his Commando Armor they would have fallen to the Earth. The squad team jumped off of their ship and onto the enemy's engine. The team marched toward the ship's hull.

"Dagger Sheath to Dagger One, we've got incoming." Lane reported.

"Go ahead Dagger Sheath." Ethan replied.

"Seven TIEs coming in from the Portside. Orders?"

"Is the ship still cloaked from scanners?"

"Yes but not from eyes."

"How close?"

"Hundred meters and closing."

"Deattatch and go fly off."

"Yes sir." Lane replied as the Coalition ship soared away, moments later enemy TIEs soars passed by and following the LockBlade.

"Dagger Five."

"On it." Saw replied turning the saw on. When the blade touched the Hull sparks began to fly. Minutes passed by and the clone was halfway done.

"Dagger One to Dagger Sheath. Status." Ethan ordered but silence followed. "Dagger Sheath do you copy?" More silence. "Dammit. Dagger Five hurry up. Our ride is unresponsive."

"Be patient!" Saw yelled as blaster fire rained down on them. Ethan looked up to see Jet Troopers.

"Cover Dagger Five!" Ethan ordered as the American squad opened fire on the enemy.

"Take cover!" Sidearm yelled as a blaster bolt struck his chest. The Commando Armor was different from the bulky SA Suits. They had lighter armor without Beskar alloy.

"Dagger Three!" Ethan yelled as his squad was cut down. When Saw managed to finish the opening an Imp shot him in the back leaving Ethan against the overwhelming enemy. He felt Blaster bolts strike against his body. By the time the Jet trooper killed him, twenty-seven Imps were dead.


Earth Date - January 12, 1957

U.S Training Vessel U-53, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,695

Cold War - Day 6,564

The Third Earth War - Day 184


Gardner has watched as Star's Task Force Blade train. Each of the five-man squad was deformed but they used their deformities to their advantage. USAF-CT23982 or Alexander to his fellow clones was the leader of the clones. Alexander was cloned from Liam Nerney and his deformations include gold eyes which makes his vision cloudy, but his marksmanship skills are one of the best. 4USAG-DE23333 or Three to her squadmates was cloned from Nancy Waters to be a pilot, but her deformations made her flying skills lacking and her internal organs were all mix match in different areas making survival difficult. 6AUSAB-8641, Brute's deformation was less noticeable. His Frontal Lobe was damage and during his training for war, he became extremely aggressive which is how they discovered the deformation. He was cloned from Ethan Rigginson. 2USAT-Q23, Q's deformation resulted in his sense of touch being neutralized so he can't feel anything, but he can feel internal pain. He was cloned from Robert Jackson. 14USA-2020, Trouble's deformation was seen early during training. His Frontal Lobe and Temporal Lobe were damage making him unpredictable and suffer from memory loss. Q who is the tech of the group created a Spike to help his memory and was cloned from Liam Nerney.

Today the Task Force was battle a training droid army. These droids were built out of cheap metal and parts to train soldiers on U-TR Vessel's two hundred yard field. The bulk of the vessel is a series of obstacles and defenses for different environments, a hanger for troop transports, a crew space, along with an engine room and bridge. "Sir, you're receiving a message from General Smith." Captain Vincent "Drill" Abrams reported.

"Put it through." Gardner ordered and seconds later Smith's appeared as a hologram. "General."

"We've lost contact with SF Dagger sir." General Smith reported. "I suggest we use a Series-Two Chinson Cruiser and launch a Nuke at the enemy ship."

"Wait twenty-four hours. Then launch a missile. If it still stands then I'll send in Task Force Blade."

"Are you sure that's a good idea Fleet Admiral?"

"Yes. So far the Imperials have outmatched us. If the missile fails, then we might as well annoy them till they leave."


"TD squad URF!" Q yelled and Brute fired his training launcher at the pretend enemy. The sensors in the droids turned them off and they fell to the ground. Alexander named himself after Alexander the Great in hopes of gaining glory. When he first discovered his deformation the clone was devastated. He was a useless body that would be sent to an orphanage, but Admiral Star saw potential in deformations after hearing of Clone Force 99. Now he is leading a Task Force in training sessions. Alexander fired his Sensor Rifle at the Train Droids or TR for short. His vision was blurry but he didn't need his eyes to shoot some clankers. He fired four shots and scored four hits.

"TR wall fifty yards." Q reported.

"Brute." Alexander said.

"I'm on it!" Brute replied as he grabbed a Heavy Sensor gun from his back and rapidly fired at the top of the wall. "Come on clankers!"

"So aggressive." Three remarked. "Why can't we ever do the silent approach?"

"Because we've got Brute and me in this Task Force." Trouble replied as he randomly fired at the TRs direction.

"I'm surrounded by idiots." Three noted.

"What gave you the first clue?" Q asked.

"Shut it. Focus on the session." Alexander ordered. "Brute CF. Trouble, Three LF. Q, me RF. Meet Wall. Copy?"

"Copy." they all repeated.

"Three...Two...One...move!" Alexander yelled and the clones engaged the TR army. The task force blasted away the wall defenses and gathered at the wall. "Q."

"Sending Steve." Q said as he typed in commands for a box-shaped droid on his back. the droid extended small legs and arms and started to jettison up the wall.

"Steve really?" Brute asked.

"You destroyed Jean so I had to build a new Spy Droid." Q replied as the droids camera showed several squads behind trenches.

"Looks like fun." Trouble remarked.

"Formation SkyHorn." Alexander ordered as he pulled out a grappling hook and loaded it into the rifle along with his team. The clones aimed the rifle up. When the clones pulled the trigger the hooks stayed in the rifle. "What the?"

"Simulation terminated. USAF-CT23982 report to the bridge. Remaining troops report to barracks." Captain Drill ordered.

"Just when I was having fun." Trouble remarked.

"Focus troopers. Get to the barracks. I'll handle the Captain."


When Alexander walked onto the bridge he saw Drill talking to the Fleet Admiral. "You wanted me sirs."

"Yes. If current events go well then we'll find some mission for you, but if they don't then we'll need in the field against a new Imperial ship. You have twenty-four hours to come up with strengths and weaknesses in your squad. New and old. If you are needed I'll give you more data. Understood?" the Fleet Admiral asked.

"Yes sir." Alexander replied hoping to be put in the fight.


Earth Date - January 13, 1957

The Turret, German Airspace, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,696

Cold War - Day 6,565

The Third Earth War - Day 185


Admiral Gideon Versio knew that when the alarms were raised that the Allies would be launching another attack. This time in the form of a missile. "Raise the Deflector and Frequency shields." Gideon ordered. They used the frequency Shield against the allies back on the American East Coast and it proved useful. When the missile came close it swerved away. "Ready Molecule Generators." Gideon ordered as the missile explode far away enough to not cause damage but close enough to lose power. Before the Destroyer fell the Molecule Generators started and the ship attitude was restored. Another attack, another First Order victory.


Earth Date - January 13, 1957

U.S Training Vessel U-53, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,696

Cold War - Day 6,565

The Third Earth War - Day 185


"I assume the planned attack didn't go well." Alexander said to Fleet Admiral Gardner.

"Unfortunately no." Gardner replied as he turned on the bridge holoprojector. "The enemy ship withstood a Nuclear explosion and possess a new weapon that makes any computerized weapon swerve away from it. The last SF team we sent to capture the ship lost contact. We gained no knowledge other than it has advanced scanners, shields, and weapons. It looks like a suicide mission."

"What do I have to work with sir."

"In intelligence, nothing. Equipment you have M16 rifles, an X-4 Heavy Cannons, grenades, and Flash Grenades. You also have access to a RedHawk Dropship."

"Not much then." Alexander replied as he stood up. "Do we have access to parachutes?"

"I could get them for you. Why?"

"For my plan." Alexander replied with a smug smile.


Earth Date - January 27, 1957

German Airspace, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,710

Cold War - Day 6,579

The Third Earth War - Day 199


"Prep for drop." Alexander ordered his task force as the doors below them opened.

"We'll be above ISD in T minus two minutes." Q reported and Trouble let out a bored sigh.

"Why can't we be in a battle already?" the clone asked and the dropship performed evasive maneuvers.

"TIEs coming in fast!" Spaceman Erick Hark reported from the cockpit.

"Can you get us closer?" Alexander asked.

"Negative. Going have to abandon mission!"

"Task Force Blade! Drop now!" Alexander ordered as he pulled the manual release and he started to fall to the ground. He pulled the parachute opened when he was four hundred feet above the ground. As he got to the treeline, his parachute got caught. He released the parachute from his back and he fell to the ground. "Q. Blades meet me."

"Brute one hundred seventy seven yards Northeast, Three sixty-two yards South, Trouble ninety-six yards West." Q said. Moments later everyone but Brute reported in.

"Q, I'm here. Where are you guys?" Brute asked over the comms but Alexander could easily see the clone twenty yards away to his right.

"Brute over here." Alexander replied and the clone hurried towards them.

"Q you sent me to the wrong location." Brute remarked.

"I was falling to the ground at a fast past while doing the calcs." Q replied.

"Shut it. Q." Alexander said.

"Dropship going home, TIEs going home, no extraction." Q replied.

"Steve." Alexander ordered and Q typed in commands for the droid. The little droid started to crawl on Q's shoulder as a small sensor dish popped from the top of the droid. As the minutes passed by Alexander readied his M16.

"I'm getting something. Chat between Imps and NG." Q reported.

"Where are the NGs?"

"Under the Imp ship on the ground."

"Silent Owl." Alexander ordered and the Task Force began their march.


Earth Date - January 27, 1957

The Turret, German Airspace, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,710

Cold War - Day 6,579

The Third Earth War - Day 199


Gideon watched as the TIE fighters soared past the Destroyers bridge. When Captain EK-RW32432 stood next to the admiral, he smiled. "Is the enemy ship destroyed?"

"Yes sir. The TIEs blasted it to pieces as it attempted to escape but before they could five infantry were dropped. Possibly Special Forces." the captain reported.

"Contact our allies. Tell them that infantry units have landed in their forest." Gideon ordered.


Earth Date - January 27, 1957

German Forest, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,710

Cold War - Day 6,579

The Third Earth War - Day 199


"I'm getting a lot more NG chat." Q reported as the Task Force laid down on the top of a hill that overlooked the enemy airfield.

"What are they chatting about?" Alexander asked.

"Let me translate it." Q replied. "They know boots are on the ground."

"Can you redirect them?"

"Possibly. Let me try." Q said as he typed in more commands for Steve. "Kark. NG boots coming in. Fast."

"Time?"

"Five minutes. Hold up. Copters dropped boots on our backs!" Q yelled and Brute grabbed his X-4 Heavy Cannon and began to fire Blaster Bolts at the way they came. "Brute they're five minutes out! You just gave them our posts!"

"Ops. Oh well. Can I keep firing?" Brute asked.

"Q." Alexander said.

"Comms between two groups show that the Germans in the North are standing their ground while the Southern troops are marching in." Q reported.

"They want us to go North and into the defensive army. Squirrel." Alexander ordered and the Task Force began to climb up the forest trees. When the German troops passed them and headed towards their own troops. When the enemy was safely passed the clones jumped out or the trees. "Copters."

"Six copters in three pairs in search patterns. Center in two minutes." Q reported.

"East by one mile." Alexander ordered and the soldiers began their march.


Earth Date - January 27, 1957

The Turret, German Airspace, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,710

Cold War - Day 6,579

The Third Earth War - Day 199


"Sir the German Airbase report that they found no infantry units, but did found parachutes." his clone captain reported.

"Ready a platoon and a TIE squadron to aid the Germans." Admiral Gideon ordered. "And have the crew report to battle stations."

"Yes sir." the captain replied. "Are you expecting an attack?"

"No. But I want to plan for the worst."

"Sir we're receiving a transmission from the Ground Base." a Petty Officer reported.

"Put them through."

"Admiral Versio. I trust that your First Order fleet will arrive soon?" Generalmajor Bruno Kuhn asked.

"Not yet." the Admiral answered grudgingly. "It was a risk to send this single ship, let alone a fleet. If we send our fleet to aid this World War, Supreme Leader Snoke wants this to be a war we can win."

"I understand that, but we need your fleet to win this war."

"Then my stay here will be short." Gideon replied. "Now find those Allie troops. I'm sending troops to aid the search."


Earth Date - January 27, 1957

German Forest, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,710

Cold War - Day 6,579

The Third Earth War - Day 199


Alexander's eye's blurriness was strengthening by the minute making it difficult to see. "Three."

"Yeah Great?" Three asked.

"RedEye."

"Crap." Q said.

"Now?" Trouble asked. Alexander's vision differs each day. Some days he can see large details up close while it can be difficult to see any details at all. When that happens he uses the code phrase RedEye.

"Yep. Perfect timing." Alexander replied.

"I'll guide him. We need to reach the enemy ship." Three said.

"I'm intercepting a message between the Imp command and NG command." Q reported.

"What are they saying?" Alexander asked.

"I've recorded the transmission. Playing it now." Q replied.

"Admiral Versio. I trust that your First Order fleet will arrive soon?" an NG commander asked.

"Not yet." the Admiral answered grudgingly. "It was a risk to send this single ship, let alone a fleet. If we send our fleet to aid this World War, Supreme Leader Snoke wants this to be a war we can win."

"I understand that, but we need your fleet to win this war."

"Then my stay here will be short." the officer replied. "Now find those Allie troops. I'm sending troops to aid the search."

"First Order? Who the hell are they?" Brute asked.

"A great question. Possible a new gov?" Q suggested.

"Maybe. Sounds like this Snoke guy is leading the FOs, but who is he?" Three asked.

"We gained intel on a destruction mission. We could use the troop transports to gain access to the ship." Q suggested.

"I got a plan." Alexander remarked.

"What?" Trouble asked.

"Q use Steve to lure a squad of STs into a trap." Alexander ordered.

"Yes sir." Q replied.


FR-1903 marched throughout the forest in search of some paratroopers. The trooper was the only nonclone in the squad. The Stormtrooper had his blaster raised to shot the enemy on sight. "FR-3456 to squad. Spotted enemy probe droid." FR-3456 reported over comms.

"Good work FR-3456. Follow the Probe at a distance. Don't let it spot you." FR-953 ordered.

"Should we meet up with FR-3456 sergeant?" FR-1903 asked.

"Not yet. Wait till he requests backup." FR-953 replied as the blaster fire echoed across the forest. FR-1903 aimed his blaster at the direction of the blaster fire. "FR-3456 report." the sergeant ordered but silence followed. "FR-3456 report." More silence. "FR-4632. Are you with FR-3456?" Silence. "All Stormtroopers report to FR-3456 last position."

"What do you think happened?" FR-1903 asked as the troopers marched towards the coordinates.

"Don't know, don't care. If he still alive he'll be on Janitorial duty." FR-953 answered. When the squad gathered together the sergeant did a headcount. "Looks like only FR-3456 and FR-4632 are missing. FR-9876 lead on."

"Yes sir." FR-9876 replied as a burst of electric current went through the squad and five enemy soldiers burst from the bushes, rifles raised. FR-1903 pulled the trigger but nothing happened.

"That was an EMP burst from Steve. Your tech is useless as your brains." one soldier remarked as a box-shaped droid crawled on him.

"Here's what's going to happen. You take off that armor and we take it. Or Brute here takes it off. So either survive or die." the head soldier ordered.

"We rather die than follow the orders of our enemy." FR-9876 replied and the one named Brute grabbed a heavy gun from his back as whack the back of the Stormtrooper's head, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

"Please refuse. I like to do that." Brute said and the troopers took off their helmets except for FR-1903.

"Take it off Bucketarmor." the leader ordered.

"No. I am a Stormtrooper and this armor is a symbol to the..." FR-1903 replied as Brute whack the heavy gun into the troopers face and everything went back.


"I like to do that." Brute said as the troopers continued to take off the armor. When the armor was off Alexander noticed that they were clones based on their voices.

"Okay Imps." Alexander said trying to keep up the enemy lies for an advantage. "While my men put on that armor I'll ask some questions."

"We won't talk." one clone replied.

"We'll see. First off, who's the ship commander?"

"Classified."

"I hate this armor. It's so clunky. I used to like the SA suits, now I hate them." Brute remarked as he was putting on the torso armor.

"Who is the ship commander?" Alexander asked.

"Classified." the FO ST replied. For the next several minutes the two kept the same discussion. When the Task Force got the armor, Alexander quickly got the armor on without his vision.

"Brute. Trouble." Alexander said and the clone quickly knocked the STs out and Trouble fired the STs blaster randomly but away from the Americans and STs. When the clone was finished Alexander turned on the comms. "This is FR-9876 the infantry units are down."

"Stormtrooper casualties?" a female ST asked over the comms.

"Five."

"Set the explosives and report back to base." the same ST ordered and Alexander was surprised. They wanted the dead bodies to be eradicated.

"Yes ma'am." Alexander replied as he turned the comm off. "Three set the ST's EDs several yards away."

"Yes sir." Three replied as she gathered the explosives. "I can't believe they don't want to bury their dead."

"Same." Brute added as explosions echoed from Threes direction.

"Can we go now?"

"Yep. SimonSays." Alexander ordered and they began their march.


Earth Date - January 27, 1957

The Turret, German Airspace, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,710

Cold War - Day 6,579

The Third Earth War - Day 199


"Admiral. I have confirmation that the enemy troops are dead." Commander Sintal reported to the Admiral from the ground.

"Excellent commander. Have all troops report back to The Turret. It's clear the Allies don't stand a chance against this Destroyer." Gideon said smugly.


Alexander wanted to grip the walls as the Dropship shook, but didn't to maintain his cover. The STs around him didn't expect the Blades to be Americans and for that he was thankful. Even Trouble was calm. "Anyone else finds this mission boring?" Trouble asked and Alexander wanted to throw the troublesome clone out of the ship.

"Hey, think of it this way. The Turret proves to be the best Destroyer in the fleet." a ST replied.

"So far. Can't wait to see what the Allies throw next." Trouble added and Alexander thought, Trouble if we live, I'm going to kill you. Alexander could hear the doors lower in front of him and the troopers marched off. With all the noise around him, it was difficult to follow his team, but Three pushed him through the orderly chaos of the hanger. After several long tense minutes, Alexander ran into Brute.

"What's your order Great?" Q asked.

"Is Steve on board?" Alexander asked.

"Hidden."

"Have him download a map. Send him to engines and make a false alarm. We'll head for the bridge."

"How's your visual?" Three asked.

"Same. Move." Alexander ordered.


When Commander Sintal walked onto the bridge he was wearing his Gold color armor proudly. "It is always a pleasure to see you captain." the Admiral greeted.

"The pleasure is my sir. I've never have anything to do while on this backwater." Sintal replied as the Admiral spotted five Stormtroopers on the bridge, five troopers who don't belong on the bridge.

"Commander. There are five troopers who just entered the bridge. Do you see them?"

"Yes." the commander answered tightening her blaster.

"Stun them." Gideon ordered and the Commander turned towards the intruders and fired five stun blast at them, and they fell to the ground. "Strip the armor off of them and send them to the detention center."

"Yes Admiral."


When Alexander woke up, he saw little light. "Blades check-in."

"Trouble here and wanting to punch something." Trouble replied.

"I want to blow this rust bucket apart." Brute replied.

"This is the worst." Q replied.

"How's your visual?" Three asked.

"Better." Alexander replied as he heard doors opened.

"Good evening troopers. I am Admiral Gideon Versio and I have questions for you, and you will answer them." an FOO commanded.

"Classified." Alexander said and his team knew what he meant.

"Let's start with what we know. You five were sent to infiltrate this Destroyer but dropped out of your ship early. You evaded the German army and knocked out ten troopers. Not kill, just knocked out. You stole their armor and impersonated Stormtroopers, but were captured by the bridge crew. Very foolish." the Admiral continued.

"Classified." Alexander replied.

"We scanned you all and found deformations indicating that you're clones. But here is my question, why send deformations to war?"

"Classified." Alexander replied as his vision was clear enough to see large details from a distance.

"I think it's because of the Allies moral refuse them to discard you like the trash you are so they send you on suicide missions like this." Gideon continued and Brute motioned to get up, but Three stopped him.

"Classified."

"Tell me of the Allies weapons and technology."

"Classified." Alexander replied and the officer pressed a button and the doors opened and two armored troopers walked in.

"I'll interrogate you first clone." Gideon said as the two troopers grabbed Alexander and pushed him out of the cell.

"If Steve was here for this, he'll be laughing at me." Alexander hinted at the clones.

"Shut up." one of the STs ordered.

"FR-2223 guard these clones while I chat with this one." Gideon ordered and the trooper let go of Alexander to guard his men. The Admiral led the clone and trooper to another cell, but this time with a torture table.

"Great." Alexander remarked.

"Welcome to the end." Gideon replied as the ST strapped Alexander to the table. "What is your name? I don't like to address you as 'clone'. Speaking as a clone myself."

"Classified."

"I made the name Gideon Versio after a Moff and an ISB Admiral. I pondered on having the name Thrawn but didn't want to give myself a powerful name of a Grand Admiral and the most brilliant mind the Empire ever had. So what is your name and why did you choose it?" Gideon asked and Alexander knew what he was attempting. Be nice so the foolish prisoner talks. The only fool there was the Admiral.

"Classified." Alexander replied and lightning bolts struck him and the clone screamed. His vision clouded more than ever.

"You will answer my questions no matter what, the suffering is of your choice."


When Alexander walked out, Three knew what their mission was. After a few minutes after their leader left Three nodded at Brute who smiled, then she nodded at Trouble. The ST took noticed and watched Brute closely since he was the first one Three nodded to. This allowed Trouble to crawl close to the trooper unseen. "Now." Three said and Trouble bolted up and grabbed the ST's blaster, followed by Brute throwing the trooper in the wall several times till the trooper was unconscious. Trouble tossed the blaster to Three. With the ST's codes, they opened the door and Q poked his head out of the doorway.

"One hallway, CC at the front." Q reported.

"Okay, we need to come up with an attack strategy." Three said and Trouble screamed out a battle cry as he charged out the cell and towards the CC. "Idiot."

"Should we rescue him?" Q asked as the sounds of a struggle took place.

"Yes."

"Do we have to?" Brute asked.

"Yes, now come on." Three answered as she charged the FOs who were beating up Trouble. By the time they realized she arrived, she fired her blaster and they were wiped out. "Q."

"Yeah I'll hack into my droid for the alarm and find Great." Q replied as he typed into the FO systems.

"Brute."

"Yeah yeah." Brute replied grabbed the ST blaster to blast the elevator and door controls while Three looked at Trouble injuries.

"Why do you cause so much trouble?"

"I got to keep my name." Trouble replied as he coughed.


"Tell of the Allies members. What species make up our enemies?" Gideon asked.

"Classified." Alexander replied bitterly and the lighting struck him once more. His vision was too blurry that he couldn't make anything out.

"I don't want to do this. But I have little choice in the matter. My superiors want intel on the Allies and the Andromeda. I want that intel. So answer my questions and the pain stops."

"Classified." Alexander replied as alarms blared across the cell.

"Trooper. What's going on?"

"Reactor Core Malfunction. Immediate Evac." the ST reported.

"To the pods." Gideon ordered.

"Yes sir." the ST replied as he opened the door. "Hey stop! Agh!" the trooper screamed as Brute, Alexander thought, punched the trooper in the face repeatedly with his blaster.

"Hello Admiral." Brute greeted as he punched the FO in the face.

"What took you guys so long?" Alexander asked.

"Trouble." Brute replied.

"Why am I not surprised. Let's go." Alexander remarked as Brute broke the chains. The two-headed for the others. "Three?"

"We hold the Detention Center. The crew is almost of the ship. Maybe four minutes till the ship is ours." Three reported.

"Hows Trouble?"

"Hurt, bad. Need a ME."

"Crap. Q, Brute. Take the bridge. Get the ship in Orbit."

"On it Great." Q replied. "Through the vents we go."


When Q pushed the vent cover to the bridge he smiled as they got to stretch from being stuck in the ventilation system. The Bridge was abandoned with red lights flashing from the false alarm. "Cover me." Q said as he began to gain access to the Destroyers controls. "Time to get this piece of beautiful crap to Allie Space."

"Only you would find a Star Destroyer as a beautiful piece of crap." Brute replied as the ship began to rise. "Hey Q. Are the hangers post to be abandoned?"

"It is Imperial Protocol to move all mil personal off the ship before destruction, so it is possible."

"Okay, because the hangers are completely empty." Brute replied and Q turned to the aggressive clone.

"Even the TIEs?"

"Yep. Why?"

"Oh crap." Q said as fighters appeared on the scanners. "Kark."

"Does this ship have any droid gunners or something?" Brute asked and Q began to check.

"Yes actually. How smart of the FO." Q replied as he turned on the auto-defenses and shields. The clone turned on the comm in an attempt to contact the Allies. "Attention this is 2USAT-Q23 of Task Force Blade. We have control of The Turret and need air support. We have TIEs shooting at us."

"Hey Q, why aren't the autos shooting down the TIEs?"

"Crap. I forgot to change targets." Q replied as he hurried to change the auto-defenses targets. "That should do."

"Yep. TIEs are going down." Brute said as explosions echoed across the sky. "Think that Allie's support will come?"

"Maybe?" Q replied as the Destroyer rose higher and the TIEs continued to attack. Almost ten minutes later Allie fighter support came and the enemy was wiped out in almost seven minutes.

"Task Force Blade how are you this fine evening?" a pilot asked.

"We need a MedEvac for one possibly two."

"You got it. Space Force Boarders will take over the ship while you give an official report to the Fleet Admiral."

"Yea, great."


Earth Date - January 28, 1957

E.S.S America, Earth Orbit, Terra System, Sector 3, Unknown Regions, Milky Way

World War II - Day 11,711

Cold War - Day 6,580

The Third Earth War - Day 200


"Congratulations Alexander. You Task Force proved itself quite well." Fleet Admiral Gardner commented. "I understand that one of your team members were harmed during the capture. I do hope that he feels well."

"Thank you sir." Alexander replied.

"Now onto the report." the Fleet Admiral added. "Did you gain any intel?"

"Yes. Q play the message." Alexander ordered and the clone played the message.

"Admiral Versio. I trust that your First Order fleet will arrive soon?" an NG commander asked.

"Not yet." the Admiral Gideon Versio answered grudgingly. "It was a risk to send this single ship, let alone a fleet. If we send our fleet to aid this World War, Supreme Leader Snoke wants this to be a war we can win."

"I understand that, but we need your fleet to win this war."

"Then my stay here will be short." Versio replied. "Now find those Allie troops. I'm sending troops to aid the search."

"First Order? Snoke? What is this?" Gardner asked.

"Don't know. My guess is that Snoke runs a new Government called the First Order." Alexander replied.

"Until we learn more about this First Order, we need to careful with Galactic battles. I have a feeling this is going to get ugly."