We were on the edge of the battlefield when it happened, you could hear a whistling sound pass your ear but not like the blaster bolts, quieter. This
sound had given a whole new meaning to "silence before the storm." No one had expected it nor were we ready for the initial blast that came with
it. Right before the blow, I could hear my brothers scream things out through the transmissions to the Jedi, but one stuck with me throughout the
attack. "please general we, I-I don't know how to handle this, we were trained to fight droids, not nukes!" He was our head commander on the
mission, yet in his voice, I could hear the hope fade faster than a gunship crashing.
As the droids put their shields up, we put our blasters down and accepted that if we did walk out of this alive, we wouldn't have lasted much longer
than three rotations, at least that's what we thought. As the bomb went off more than half of my brothers had grabbed onto the nearest stable object,
but most were just burnt down to ashes, or the object wasn't as stable with an entire nuclear explosion against it. The clone commando 27 squad
were my brothers, we were trained for situations like this, sadly that never meant we were ready to face the screams from our fallen brothers and
walk away knowing we survived, and they didn't…after the bomb's main explosion ended, we followed the orders our sergeant sent out through the
commlink, rallying as many troops as possible into a small cave facing away from the strike zone. When the second wave struck it didn't feel real,
sheltering under solid stone hoping and praying that at least one of us makes it out to warn the Republic of the new weapon from the unknown
planet. Of course, we all wanted to make it out alive but that was never going to be the case with the nuclear bomb. The ceiling of the cave began to
collapse our sergeant stood up quicker than the speed of light to hold up the rocks, his helmet had fallen off and you could see the radiation burns
begin on the left side of his face as he screamed, trying to hold up the force of an entire rock formation. One of the falling stones had pinned me
down by my legs right before I was knocked unconscious by another stone striking my head…
"Trooper get up, trooper!, 707 get up!" that voice, I recognized that voice. "Swift?" I had asked before he quickly interrupted to tell me that the
Sargent was missing and everyone else was merely troopers, medics, pilots, or gunship gunners. This made me next in command as I was a clone
commando. "Gone what do you mean by gone?" I didn't want to accept the fact that the person who had saved my life more times than I could
count was gone like that, I must've been more shocked than I thought as I ended up saying the same sentence repeatedly until Swift snapped me out
of the trance. "Help me get these stones off his legs!" I hadn't even noticed my legs were still pinned down. After my brothers set me free of the
rubble, I stood up on my feet only to stumble back down biting my lip to hide as much pain as I could. I heard one of the surviving medics speak
out telling the troopers to get away as this could be serious. Honestly, I couldn't have imagined this mission going more wrong than this. It was
supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission, find the intel and get out. Instead, we are the remaining soldiers after a nuclear bomb was
launched at our position. Our Sargent is dead and the second in command is in no condition to even move their left leg. "There you go 707 it is a
bad wound shattered leg, severe burns and all but you'll recover just fine as long as you don't put any of your weight on it, now we just need to
worry about getting out of here." Get out of here how were we supposed to do that? We could barely move our troops to a safer area than the cave.
Where would we go?