Entry 02: Lieutenant (CT-800-1984) (150 Days ABG)

Well, my request was granted. I'm assigned to the 525th Battalion under Fortitude's command, having been assigned orders to report to their Acclamator, the Carrick. I'm still in for surprises.

Fortitude has never looked worse. He looks sapped, drained. He barely spoke to me.

I asked around. I got along particularly with my old buddy Lieutenant 66/009, who now goes by the name Bonfire. Back then people called him ZooNine. Only ARCs and Commandos really had names back then, the Regs mostly went by their numbers. I can't tell if it was Fortitude's idea or his own.

Fort's become something of a recluse, lately. He spends all his time in the strategy room, reviewing tactics. He only comes out for meals, and…

I don't get it. Clones are designed to resist stress. What the kriff happened to him?

Their Jedi Commander, a Padawan named Nal, was killed just a week earlier, along with half a company. The rest of the replenishment troops should be arriving within two days, along with our orders for our next assignment.

Alright, that's all I can say now. End Log.