Okay, so, I didn't really plan on making more of this? But I. Just. Had. To. This Arc just, left me with so many feelings, and I just need to let them out! Heck, I might even make more, but let's not get ahead of ourselves...
This is a bit of a different view on the same thing - kinda alongside the first one, but also not? Whatever.

Kondoru : I don't think that many were like him? I mean, not from what we've seen... And Krell was a Sith wanna-be, so that also just added to the fact he was so brutal

Nothing's mine, you know that.
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They did as they were told, even when they knew it was wrong. And now that it was over, the silence of hundreds of dead haunted them.

They could almost feel things change when Pong Krell stepped off the gunship and Anakin Skywalker stepped on. They heard the way he spoke to the Captain – the arrogance, superiority and disgust. And in all honestly, the only reason anything got done during that time, was because of the Captain. Because he worked and tried so damn hard to find a middle ground between their duty to the Republic – the Jedi, and his own responsibility and duty to them – to make sure they survive. How he managed it for so long, no one was even sure how, but they knew no one could have done it better.

They had all heard stories about the man – about Krell. Of his casualty ratings and hard plans. And their brothers from his Battalion were isolated, so they had little to no contact with them. But when their march began, they felt like they didn't need to ask. This plant was working against them, constantly, and they were starting to get worn down. Kix gave the most needed some boosts, to keep them moving, while Rex went and asked the General for a short break. His answer sent chills up their spines.

"He's going to get us all killed…" Volley grumbled, a frown under his bucket.

"Can't the Captain do anything?" Ink asked, showing he was still new.

"Not really, no… The best he can do is advice and try to convince the General. But his orders are law…" Jesse sounded more and more grim with each word he said.

"General Skywalker would never do this…" Fives came up next to them, shaking his head.

"He must have his reasons – we do need to take that base as soon as we can," Dogma sounded like he actually believed what he was saying.

"Yeah, but what good are we in a fight, if we can barely stand?" Kix was close to hissing, passing along some more of the boosters.

"We'll just have to trust the Captain will do what he can…" they turned their eyes on the said man, walking besides the Besalisk. They've learned to read each other by body language, and they could clearly see the tension and even guilt on the blonde.

Things only got worse the further they went. Krell was a monster, pushing them, forcing them into these damn suicidal missions. Rex tried and tried, but he just seemed to be making Pong annoyed. But after a while and so many dead, he managed to make progress. It was bare minimum, but at least something.

"How many dead?" the Captain had asked after the ambush they got. There was no need to answer – too many. And their heart went out to Kix… The poor medic has been on his feet constantly, switching between brothers, pulling them out of harm and saving the few he could. But so many more couldn't be saved, and he carried their deaths on his shoulders. His pleas of: 'Hold on!' 'Stay with me!' 'I got you!' were hard to bear by the nearby brothers. And the Umbarans… they seemed to be pleading as well, for someone to save them. Clink saw one reaching out for the medic when he dragged a broken brother to safety.

It was during these battles, that some of the clones realized something: This was a twist on when the Separatists attacked Kamino. They were just defending their home, their people… But for the sake of their own family, they banished those thoughts.

"This is war. Good soldiers follow orders."

So they kept fighting, trying their best even as brothers died all around them. They used their anger for Krell on the enemy. Someone had to pay. Someone had to suffer. And if it couldn't be the bastard himself, it'd be the one next.

Only a few knew what Fives, Jesse and Hardcase were planning to do. Defiantly none of the rookies, but even if they did, they wouldn't have told anyone. The only person, who seemed to think to tell on their brothers, was Dogma. And he dragged Tup into it!

Rex had been trying to keep the peace, not just between the men and Krell, but between brothers as well. He couldn't outright call Pong the bastard he was – even if they all, or most, knew it was true. They were built to fight, to serve the Jedi. They'd all be going against everything they've ever believed in, and Rex had to set an example. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to step in if anything happened. So when Dogma thought about going to see the General, he knew perfectly well what it was about. The man was a good soldier, but he was so hard on the rules. So the Captain did what he had to, to keep them out.

It wasn't long after though, that everyone saw the sky brighten for the first time since they set food on this shadow-ball of a planet. They did it. Some knew it was Fives, Jesse and Hardcase, others thought it was the brothers fighting in the sky. It didn't really matter at the moment – they won this battle! But at what cost…

Almost everyone knew of Hardcase – he was hard to miss. Or, so they thought. Now that they heard he's gone, died for his brothers, there was an emptiness no one could fill. Rex and Fives seemed especially drained from that – they could only assume both had seen a similar brother die. And then came the consequences… No one was sure what to expect – an angry Krell, yes. But court martial? In the middle of a war zone? It seemed like a very, very bad nightmare. They knew the Captain would try and do something, maybe take the blame, and that scared them. What would they do without him? He was the only one keeping everything from falling to pieces. But Fives seemed to know that and asked for the blame to fall on himself. It was horrible either way, but after so much infighting, seeing brothers still defending each other… it was refreshing.

The execution was… horrific. They were forced to kill their own brothers, for doing something they all knew was right and saved a lot of lives! But orders were orders – good soldiers followed orders. There was nothing anyone could do – Rex had tried. So when they walked up to their cuffed brothers, they weren't even really there. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. And they couldn't even find strength in their usual pillar of calm – the Captain. He couldn't bear to look. A few had heard of what happened on Felucia with a squad mate of his and how he had to execute him himself to save others. This must have brought back a lot of hurtful memories.

But Fives had managed to break them out of their fog of confusion. His words cut into their minds, clearing away everything. Orders might be orders, but this was wrong. No brother should have to go out this way! So they did the only thing they could – they misfired. All of them. They disobeyed direct orders. They were relived – everyone was, but they knew there'd be consequences again. And this time, it might very well cost them everything.

There was… hardly a word to describe Pong Krell after what happened when he sent them off to fight, what he told them, was the enemy wearing clone armor. But the Mandalorian's has the perfect one: demagolka. It's described as someone who commits atrocities, a real-life monster, a war criminal. And that's exactly what the Gen- the bastard was to them. To all of them. They were devastated, guilt ridden and fear stricken. What had they just done…? So, so many dead, and for what?!He would pay for this, one way or another, Krell wasn't getting away with this!

That's why, when the Captain suggested what they do, no one even hesitated. They were about to go against everything they've known, and they didn't think twice about it. This was not a Jedi, not to them. This was an enemy and they needed to take him out. For the first time since Krell came, they've been united and unafraid. They could release their anger, their hate… For their brothers. Both the fallen and those who had to work under him. This is for all of them. And they marched, resolute, fearless and never been more sure of anything in their life. This ends, now.

When things were finally over – not the way they had thought – they weren't sure what would happen next. The Republic will want someone to answer for what happened, and the one everything would be put on, would be Dogma.

He might have been against them, going as far as betraying them, but they understood. He was doing what he thought was right, and they couldn't blame him for it. But he did redeem himself in the end, by shooting Krell himself. They knew what would happen – they'd probably never see him again, but they would be grateful to him. He took the heat off of Rex, who would probably be set on trial or something for being the commanding officer. These were technically his orders. And if he would have been the one to shoot Krell… They didn't even want to think about what would happen. They couldn't lose the man now, not after all that's happened. Not after everything…

So they counted their dead – so many, too many – and mourned everyone they lost. When Skywalker came, they were on edge. Jedi. Enemy. Harm. Protect brothers. The past week was burned into their minds, their bodies, and it might take a while before they get back into the usual rhythm of things. If ever. They just knew that it'd never been the same again. Not after this. And it seemed Anakin could feel it himself…

Things were uneasy at best… When they came back to the Resolute, many felt like coming home. A safe place, far away from the nightmare that was Umbara. And they allowed their sorrow, anger, fear and exhaustion show. Only a few managed to keep up the façade, and those were the ones who really needed to. The Captain and the Sergeant, and at first, Fives, but after the Captain talked with the Jedi – something everyone was ready for if things went south – he could be found in his bunker, sobbing.

Tup and Kix probably took it the hardest. The rookie just lost so many brothers, including both Dogma and Hardcase. And the medic almost collapsed onto the floor of the hanger, shaking and muttering to himself. So many he couldn't save, so many that died. And he barely had any rest between everything that happened…

Both the General and Commander gave them their space, although Ahsoka tried to approach a few of the older ones. They tried their best, but their smiles were forced, their shoulders tense and many brothers nearby kept their hands on their weapons. She didn't stay long, sensing the atmosphere and letting them be. They felt bad about it, almost shamed… she was just trying to help, see how they were doing. But they weren't ready, not just yet, to let another Jedi get so close.

Cut! Yeah, I just - had to get this out. I feel like there's too little about this arc - or at least the effects of it.
Oh also, there's a refrence here to my story - Aliit ori'shya tal'din (Family is more than blood) - so read that if you wanna know? (Although it does happen by the end) For those who did/do read it, you know what I'm talking about
Anyway, hope you enjoyed and, if you did, maybe leave a review about it? Thanks!