Commander bulk leaped behind the remains of an armored assault tank as an enemy shell exploded a few feet away from where he was standing. He put a pair of microbinoculars to his visor and pointed them towards the control tower of the airfield the battle was taking place In. He could make out an arf trooper in camouflage gear, save his right arm, which had a single red stripe going the whole way down. This designated him as part of the senatorial guard, a job he was certainly doing. behind him stood a man with black hair, a marching goatee , brown eyes and attire fit for a king. That was because he was bail organa, senator for allderaan, and also its king. The trooper had a sniper rifle and was skillfully picking off battle droids from the entrance to the airfield
Bulk turned to his left to look at the clone trooper next to him. Despite being of a high rank, the trooper kept his armor in the standard issue guard markings, white with red arm stripes, a red helmet fin and a red stripe across his brow. "what should we do, commander?" asked the trooper "they have the airfield surrounded!" bulk paused for a moment. For the entire year this war had been raging, he had never been in such a desperate situation. "we hold out until help arrives" he finally Replied, raising one of his command pistols from one of the pouches of his kama waist cape. so it was level with the red markings on his arc trooper helmet.
At that very moment, scope, the arf trooper in the tower, signaled bulk to look up. When bulk saw what was being signaled, a part of him wished he hadn't looked up. Plummeting towards them, beaten and broke, smoke spilling from the windows, was the rescue shuttle. Bulk ran from his cover, followed Closely by the trooper. Shuttle collided with the ground, ramming into the wreckage of the tank, coming to a halt as it slammed into the wall. Bulk groaned. "anyone have a plan b?" asked Bulk, firing on a squad of battle droids that had entered the airfield. Just as he said it, the air was filled with the characteristic hum of republic gunships.
Bulk signaled to the arf trooper. He was going to the wrecked shuttle to look for survivors. The arf trooper signaled back that he would join bulk shortly. Bulk ran towards the shuttle and heaved a large piece of debris out of the way, and saw a man in a republic naval uniform begin to stir. _Lod blinked as the light poured in from above. He could just make out the figure of a clone trooper silhouetted by in the newly created entranceway. "are you alright, sir?" Lod heard the all-too-familiar voice ask. "Yes, I'm fine." said Lod, quickly standing up and brushing down his uniform. "he doesn't look alright to me, sir." said another clone trooper, just appearing next to the other "Field manual 338 suggests that these injuries require immediate medical attention." The first clone put his hand on his faceplate. "Reg..." he said, shaking his head.
Lod looked back and forth between the two. He decided to change the subject. "what are your ID numbers?" he asked. "ARC 27-105, sir. People call me bulk." Replied the first trooper, standing at attention. His comrade imitated the action exactly. "CT-15-801, sir." He said. Lod thought it was odd that the trooper didn't add a little nickname. "we call him reg," quickly added bulk, warranting a glare from reg that lod could almost feel through the visor.
Lod opened his mouth mouth to say something, but was cut off by the familiar sound of a LAAT/I gunship. "LOOKS LIKE THE LARTIES ARE HERE!" shouted bulk, running towards the gunship`s landing position, followed closely by reg, shouting about field manual 634. Lod started after them, when he almost ran straight into an arf trooper, who was escorting...
"SIR!" Lod said, standing to attention the moment senator organa came view. The arf trooper sniggered. "Well, you and reg will get on well", he said before starting towards the gunships. "at ease, commander" the senator said, laying a hand on lod's shoulder. "I don' like being addressed as a military leader, so don't." "yes si..Bail...?"lod replied, slightly bewildered. The senator laughed. "maybe not THAT casual." He said, stepping onto a gunship. The doors slid closed and lod began walking towards the other gunship, along with the three clones