"Ahh the good old days"

I was be moving from planet to planet. Star systems to-whatever comes after that. Having a squad or a whole platoon of soldiers behind me, going into battle and blowing up clankers. But those days were over. They just won't send me out there anymore. I'm not old, I'm 32. Maybe it' because on my last mission I almosted almost died or the war really is ending. All this thing was gonna get make sandwich cold, so I gobbled it and downed the rest of coffee. I got up and went to thank Gorgon in the kitchen as I left. I walked outside and the sun was still slipping into the hands of the night. It looked as though it was morning starting again, but it wasn't. I got into my car and drove all the way to the Jedi temple. I entered through the security gates and made my way to the landing bay. I ceased all engines and walked my way up to the command center. The bay wasn't full of ships, it was the beginning of the night shift and nobody want to stick around. I make my way through some rooms and security checks by some clones posted. They welcomed me.

"Good evening, sir"

"Good day", I replied or was it good night?, I thought. It didnt matter.

Two metal doors opened and he entered. Graf went into a wide open the room. A room full of equipment and surveillance screens, it was like a small communications room.

"Captain Graf ", one of the officers greeted him.

"Anything new?"

"Nope just guard duty", he said handing him a touch pad with the schedule.

I frowned, "When am I gonna get a real mission and not just be standing waiting for trouble when I can go after it".

"Sorry sir, I have my orders-nothing too serious is going on".

It was true the battles have all been dying down against the separatist. I can't do anything about it, though its a good thing, I want something a little more exciting. Back in training the simulators never really put up a challenge for me, even on the highest difficulty, for a few seconds that is. The training droids eventually hit him. Guard duty was nothing compared to what happens on the front line. Anything can go wrong. Here was predictable. If I had to spend another night staring at nothing next to Osc, who's my partner, I'm gonna shoot myself in the foot. I wasn't meant for this, its not like I'm saying I'm better than everybody else, I'm not a clone. Clones are different, they were created to follow orders amenity disobey command. They were still human, just a little brainwashed. Me, I was different.

"Alright gentlemen", the commander of security appeared and gave us our orders. " Same routine today"

I rolled my eyes and thought, 'as always. I was stationed just a few hallways from the Jedi Temple. It was like the most secluded hallway I have ever known. Me and Osc guard the entrance of some weird aqua-greenish room with on all four sides, even the ceiling. On the floor it had so many diamond shapes and stars. It makes me disoriented and hurts my head looking at it. Thinking about it hurts even more since he's gonna see it again.

I went into the storage to put on my gear and suit. Smite and Ale were there prepping for their long night as well. The suit was a standard dark blue but with with my own custom engraving on the shoulder. Standard helmet but I painted some white lines on the sides. I picked up a blaster, communicator and the extra armor for my left shoulder, it made my other one look smaller. It was from the armor I used on mission. I never realized how kick ass it looked when it was time to put it away for guard duty. Its supposed to show he's higher ranked and the it was also for taking blaster fire, about 2 shots maybe.

Now suited up, me and Osc make our way to the our position. Osc saw I wasn't in a real great mood so he teased me.

"So excited!", he said joking

"No offense but its not that I dont like working with you Osc, its that don't you think we deserve to be elsewhere?"

He sighs, "Listen Graf, you gotta be patient. I know you don't want to be here but fighting isn't always everything, you need to relax and stop thinking about fighting clankers for once-think of this as a vacation."

"Roger-Roger"

We never said another word after that. The usual thing about guarding is that the impossible never happens. Like a bird giving birth with out the egg. It mostly silence but when you here the slightest sound you act like that there a bomb about to go off. Though its always just a droid passing through or a few member of the house taking a short cut during recess.

It wasn't long before I heard loud shrieks in the hallways heading my way.