The Centi Squad

by Blank Void

Everyone knows the tale of the Jedi and Sith. Everyone knows the legend that is Delta Squad. Now begins the line of the Centi Squad, and their miraculous journey, to save a galaxy.

It was just the four of us. Its almost always just the four of us. Bred for the purpose of following orders. Bred to help each other out. And yet, eventually we turn against each other. But that doesn't happen for many, many years. This is the story of the Centi Squad, close brother of the Delta Squad.

The four of us had grown together, and fought together. We always watched each others back.

First there was Pyro, a nickname awarded to him for being one of the best in the demolitions field. He has a quick temper, but steady hands. His katarn armor is adorned with a pack full of rocket ammunition, and explosives. The armor was painted with orange stripes running down the arms, legs and back. On the chest he has Pyro written out in the paint.

After he was assigned to my team, next came Shadow. A typical name for most soldiers, but this one fit him perfectly. As a sniper, his skills were matched by no one. Along with a small assortment of grenades, and an trusty blaster pistol specially modified, he is a good ally, and a even better enemy. His armor gets updated just before every battle. Usually its just a coating of the planets dirt or wildlife, that way he can blend in. His legs and arms, along with a horizontal stripe on his helmets visor, are a dark green. Shadow was engraved into his armor.

And then, there's always the most unique one in a bunch. Dr.Tran, a strange name for a strange man. As a jet trooper, he is one of the best I have seen. He can fly and shot the hardest to move targets ever with his EMP launcher. His helmet has a blue stripe running straight down the middle of it. And blue soldier pads, and on top of his jet pack. He isn't afraid to run into a group of people and go kamikaze, only good thing is, we don't let him. His name is stripped across the front of his chest.

And then, there is me. A simple clone commander with only one purpose. To keep my squad alive. These soldiers trust me with their lives. My armor is one of a kind. Robbed in red all across the body. The hood goes above our helmets, and the ends drift down all the way to our knees. Equipped with a chain gun and blaster pistol, I'm able to mow down any enemy in my way. Along with a helpful recon droid, who is able to designate targets to get blasted by our star destroyers.

We are Centi Squad. We are clones. And we are going on our first mission.