Let us take a moment to point out that since Echo never became and ARC trooper he was never at the citadel and therefore did not get blown to bits in an unnecessary cliché. Also the clone who got cut in half… didn't. Now that I'm done with that little rant please enjoy! I worked hard on this for all of you! :)

A loud volume of voices echoed there way through his scull with each step. Heavy tried to fight them down, tried to make them shut up and let him think. But every time they just came back, stronger and louder than ever before, yet one voice always echoed loader than the rest, a cold animalistic snarl of a sound that could not have belonged to any human.

"Captain!" Heavy stopped in his tracks and turned to see a shinny running toward him. A small smile tugged at the shape shifters lips. The kid reminded him of someone… he scowled when he couldn't remember who. The shiny finally caught up to him not even slightly out of breath. "Sir General Skywalker wants to see you on the bridge." Heavy smiled.

"Thank you trooper I'll go there immediately." The younger clone nodded and with a crisp salute hurried back to his duties.

Heavy's face darkened as soon as his brother was out of sight and he headed directly for the command center. He had no doubt in his ability's. He knew the Jedi wouldn't suspect a thing. Heavy even thought idly that he might have a little fun wile he was here.

Don't be foolish.That cold animalistic snarl chastised from the back of his mind. Your only objective is to tarnish the captain's reputation. Do as you are told. Heavy stopped suddenly.

And then we'll kill him right? He questioned. We make him suffer. Then kill him. Then he'll pay for my brother's deaths? Then the voices will go away? He wanted- no he needed them to go away. They were driving him insane. They would make him crazy.

Of course, now do it. Heavy obeyed, walking purposefully in the direction of the bridge. He would do what had to be done to avenge his brothers' deaths, even if they were brothers he could not remember…

Punch lay stoke still in his bed, trying to swallow down the fear that was slowly rising in his throat. Normally he'd be six feet under unconscious by now, but some shabla dikut had turned the lights off as they left the room. When Punch found out who it was… there would be blood on the barracks wall's to say the least. Of course whoever had done it wouldn't have any way of knowing the shear agony they were putting the trooper through with the simple action.

Before the battle of Christosis Punch and several others had been stationed on the mountainous world of Fest, there had been an attack… droid's set off detonators above there established camp, burying every man there under several tons of rock.

Punch had spent 5 days in a very dark 3 by 6 hole before they finally found him and pulled him out.

Since then the trooper had made a point of never getting caught in the dark if he could help it, and though he would never admit it, not even to Sketch, he seemed to have developed a fear of that horrible blackness that consumed him whenever the lights were flicked off.

Punch hated himself for it. He knew it was irrational, knew the simple difference of light and dark wouldn't hurt him in the slightest. But it was the same as the tight trapped feeling he got when stuck in the middle of a large crowd of brothers, or when he was forced into the confined space of a trooper transport, or on his worse days, even the confinement of his helmet seemed to steal all the breath out of his lunges and make him border line panic. He tried to tell himself not to be so weak. None of his other brothers ever had this problem. And only kids were afraid of the dark-

The barracks doors opened and closed with a nearly silent whoosh and the lights came on.

Punch resisted the urge to jump out of bed and hug the man responsible. He couldn't do that. He had to make sure the thought he was sleeping. Couldn't let anyone find out how weak he was. What kind of soldier cant sleep with the lights off?

"Only a mater of time…" Punch's ears perked up at the sound of Gus's voice, so much like every other brothers and yet still different. "Running out… have to stop it… traitors all… can't be trusted…" the sergeants babbling continued, it was quickly reduced from catch sentences to meaningless words strung together and thrown out as though they meant something… but they didn't, at least not to anyone else. "Safe, traitors, run, Slick, they-"

Punch tried to block it out. Gus did this almost daily now and these 'private conversations' he had were making less and less sense ever time.

There was a soft creaking noise as Gus took a seat on his bed. Despite the fact that his eyes were closed Punch could picture what was going on. Gus would have his head in his hands, or maybe his hands between his knees, that long stream of mumbled words didn't let up, and if anything only took on a more fearful air.

Gus' mental state had been slowly declining ever since Christosis, and Punch felt like he was the only one who noticed. At first he thought it was just his own paranoia, but as the sergeants symptoms got progressively worse he became more and more sure there was something else going on.

"Who- who's there?" Punch forced himself to pay attention when the sergeant's word suddenly took on a desperate tone. He cracked his eyes open to see the sergeant standing again blaster raised and pointed at nothing but air. "What are you doin here?"

Punch tensed, who was he talking to? There was no one there.

"What… what are you talking about?" He watched through slited eyes as Gus visibly paled. A pause, as if he were listening to someone speak. "I'm nothing like you!" the sergeant's face retracted with rage at something his none-existent adversary had said. "You're a-a murderer, you killed brothers!"

Someone who killed brothers? Who did Gus think he was talking to?

Another pause this one longer and causing Gus's face to go from angry to conflicted.

"I would never-" he stopped abruptly as if he had been cut off. A moment passed and his face once again clouded with rage. "SHUT UP!" the safety on his gun clicked off. "JUST SHUT UP YOU SHABLA-"

"Sergeant!" Punch couldn't listen to this anymore; he had to make it stop. "There's no one their sir!" Gus turned to him, insanity in his eyes.

"Are you crazy?" he looked on the verge of attaching, making Punch wary of the blaster still in his hand. "He's right-" Gus turned to were he had been looking before. His eyes widened for a moment before he turned back to Punch. "He was right there!" so he was apparently gone now?

"Gus there's no one there! There never was anyone there!" he felt anger rising in him. Why would Gus do this to them? It wasn't right. " I don't care who the dary'am you think you were talking to just block it out!"

"But he was-" there was something else in the sergeant eyes now, pleading maybe, hoping to whatever god was out there that Punch would believe him.

"Just bloke it out." He didn't believe him. How could he? There hadn't been anyone there. Gus stared at him for a long time before finally jamming his helmet back on his head and storming out of the room, muttering under his breath. It may have been an unconscious decision but as he left Gus flipped off the light switch. Leaving the other clone once again in soul consuming darkness.

Osik.

I must have it out for these poor guys. :( Please keep in mind that my knowledge of psychology is based off of a middle school education, criminal minds (with my mom might not let me watch anymore :( ) and the Internet, so sorry for any mistakes. Anyway please review you know how much I need them :)