I apologise for it taking so long for me to write the next chapter. Then again, I haven't got any reviews, so I don't think any body really cares. Oh well. I care. Another reason was the fact that my brother really, really wanted to help me on this. And we couldn't have him being satisfied now, could we? In the end, I did let him help me. He helped me with the members of the Delta Squad, from Star Wars Republic Commando, that you may recognize near the end of this chapter. 40, 38, 62, and 07 do not belong to me. I did not created them. A heads up: once I have written a work, REALLY don't like to look over it. Soif there are anymistakes, mention them in the review I know you'll be writing. :Wink:Wink: ;)

Pure Force, Chapter 2

In the Jedi Council Chambers

Ar'an Sympatha stood straight, head held high, a confident look in her eyes. She knew she was going to get a commanding job, she could feel it. She just didn't know what she was going to have to go through to get it. The small, green, wizened Jedi Master in front of her unnerved her somehow, a feeling she was not used to.

"Hmm…" Yoda considered the albino girl in front of him. It would be untrue to call her a girl, exactly: she didn't seem to have an age. Her clear eyes were wise, yet innocent at the same time. And he did feel the force in her; it was not very strong, just barely there, but he knew that over time, it would grow. Training in the ways of a Jedi could help bring it out, however that was not what the girl was here for.

"You know, perhaps, that only Jedi command the clone army?" Yoda asked, looking questioningly at Ar'an. She nodded.

"I do, Master Yoda," she said, bowing respectfully. "However, I must ask you to consider me because it was I that trained with the army as commander. I know how to fight, and plan campaigns. The troops will follow me." She ended with a note of plea and finality in her voice.

"They will follow anyone who commands them," Mace Windu interjected. He was at the hearing also, as he had brought her, and still did not like the idea of this…girl, for lack of a better word, commanding the army, or even part of it.

Yoda looked at the girl, a long hard look. Mace was right, but still, Yoda knew that Ar'an had the ultimate experience with this army, and that she would do well.

"All right," He said at last. "Put you in charge of a battalion of clones, I will. But make you general, I will not. Commander, you will be."

Ar'an smiled, for the first time in a long time. "Commander Sympatha," she said. "I like the sound of that."

"Time for you to meet your soldiers, it is, Commander," Yoda said.

In the Library

The newly appointed Commander Sympatha sat in the temple library, reading a holobook. She had to read up on the history behind this war, if she was to be a player in it. She was beginning to question the motives behind this war, it seemed rather pointless. Ar'an Sympatha was just reaching for another book when a young padawan came up to her.

"Please, miss," said the young Twi'lik. "But you're wanted in the Jedi Council chambers immediately."

"Do you know what for?" asked Sympatha.

"I do not, they just told me to come and get you," he said.

"Very well," said Ar'an getting up. "Lead the way." The Twi'lik padawan lead her through the maze of the temple to the council chambers. However, she had no need for a guide, having memorized the way the first time. She just wasn't about to let them know that.

"We're here, miss," the young padawan said. "Good luck." And with that he was gone, back to the endless training of the Jedi.

Sympatha, with no idea why she would need good luck, stepped into the chambers.

"Greetings again, Commander Sympatha," said Mace Windu. "Let me introduce you to your squad." He gestured to four clones in different colored armor. "They are an elite force of clone commandos. They have developed separate personalities, very unusual in clone troopers. This is their leader, number three-eight. He is very much like Jango, in some respects."

At this point, one of the clones stepped up. He was wearing advanced battle armor with orange overtones. "A pleasure to meet you, Commander Sympatha," he said.

Sympatha nodded, her hands clasped behind her back. "Likewise," she said.

"This is number four-oh," continued Mace. "Known by his squad as Fixer. He is a pure and uncomplicated soldier."

The clone in the green armor stepped forward and saluted. Ar'an nodded.

"Next we have number six-two," said Mace gesturing toward the yellow-armored clone. "He is the ah…demolitions expert on the squad. He is known to his squad as Scorch."

"Demolitions! You got that right!" said Scorch.

"And last, but definitely not the least, is number oh-seven, the fiercest warrior of the bunch."

A clone in red armor stepped up. His armor was red; it looked like it had been painted with the blood of vanquished foes. Ar'an smiled. She was going to like Sev.

The shortness of the chapter is my brother's fault. He told me to stop it there. I hope to update soon. If I get reviews.