Chapter I: Humble Beginnings
I do not own BNHA, Star Wars or any franchise mentioned. If I did, it wouldn't be a shit show.
Welcome to the tall tales that are semi-associated with "Legion" by draconis ignitus. If this is your first time around here, and you haven't read "Legion", you should check it out! Now on to the story!
It's not everyday Nana Shimura has a headache… that is to say, she is close to one right now.
"Ma'am, this was to be expected," spoke up a clone by her side, specifically a Commander Colt, "They belong to separate divisions, and while competition between divisions is good and all that… Well, this is beyond the norm, yet unsurprising."
Below them, the Citadel was a warzone. More so than a usual training, as this was a task to mold brothers from the separate Divisions into a cohesive fireteam. Unfortunately, the results were lacking in the extremes. Nana watched as a clone decked in black armour with red accents slid behind cover. Despite looking worse for wear, this one was in perfect condition.
Colt looked down at a datapad, and pressed a few widgets on the small screen. "Breach. He's proficient as a demolitionist and… Well, breacher, of the U.A. Guard." He explained, as the two watched the now named Breach step back from cover, and launch a grenade into the air, before it went off with a resounding boom that knocked droids off their feet or turned them into scrap. With a twist, he dropped his launcher, kneeled, and leveled a shotgun at a B2 Super Battle Droid. With two successive blasts and pumps, Breach knocked the heavy robot off its feet, the chest blown open, and missing an arm.
As Breach moved to stand, a clone proceeded to use their brother as a springboard, launching off of his shoulders. They utilized the airtime to clear an area of droids with a thermal before they landed in a roll, popped up back to their feet, and ran with the momentum, whipping out a 773 Firepuncher as they did so.
"Fenrir, 104th sharpshooter. After what happened at the…," Colt fell off for a moment, before schooling his features and clearing his throat, "USJ, I am surprised he agreed to join this simulation, and the Legion Cohesion test."
Without breaking stride, Fenrir took aim with his sniper, and fired off quick shots, doming B1's with ease. Sliding the Firepuncher away, he unholstered his DC-17s from his hips, and began to unload into any nearby droids, or otherwise pelting B2's until they fell over.
With a flourish, he holstered a DC-17 and reached up to dust off his pauldron, before he yelped like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, as bursts of blue fire erupted flew dangerously close to him. A clone with maroon colours, and equipped with a flamethrower, ran past Fenrir. They hopped over a downed pile of B1's, swinging the flamethrower, as blue flames arced and licked out across more droids, the sheer amount and heat melting and breaking the droids down.
The exasperated commander looked down at the datapad for the dossier. "She belongs to the 21st Nova Corps, and serves as a flame trooper. Her name is Rez, and is also another surprise to this Legion Cohesion Test…" He trailed off with a mutter Nana barely heard, "How she also got here is a feat in and of itself as well…"
Releasing one more burst of flame with a satisfactory sigh, she took cover. As Rez turned away, a boisterous laugh escaped a clone who ran and jumped over her. Mustard yellow patterns decorated their armor, with soot marking the left side.
"Ah, that one recently graduated from the engineering corps, yes?" Nana asked, always keeping tabs on her grandsons when she could, "He seems… loud."
"Loud is one word, ma'am. He calls himself Dust, and he serves in the 327th as a heavy weapons operator and demolitionist," Explained Colt, as he looked over Dust's dossier, "A bit of an out of the box thinker with his inventions, recently certified by the engineering corps, and passed the demolition corps with full marks. He eagerly accepted to represent the 327th in the tests."
Whirring up a rather modified Z-6, Dust lifted it at the approaching droids, unleashing a volley of searing, rapid fire plasma, and effectively eliminating the lines before any shots could be returned. Once satisfied with his work, he dropped the large gun, letting it swing behind him as he began to toss grenades of varying types all around him. It was a collage of elements; cryo froze the droids down to the circuit, incendiary melted droids quicker than they could move, acid turned droids into practically sludge, and electricity short circuited droids so badly they combusted or simply fell over.
Dust laughed victoriously, and stepped forward, only to unfortunately trip over a droid's head, hitting the ground with a crash. As Dust moved to reorient himself, a streak of black and white raced by, sliding, and headshotting a B2 (which is surprising), and using the makeshift cover that is its body as a perch for his own 773 Firepuncher, taking shots at the incoming waves of training droids.
"That one is Jackpot. He's a 501st Sharpshooter with some dabbling in demolitions. Crackshot like Fenrir, and another welcome choice to the Legion Cohesion Test." Rattled off the Clone Commander to Nana, when she raised an eyebrow at the colour scheme… and this one is 501st?
The now named sniper, tucked into a roll, launching up and knocking a B1 off its feet with the butt of his rifle, taking its head in the process as well. He landed in a crouch, and lunged, slapping another B1 in its squad with a thermal detonator, then ran for it, as the detonator beeped rapidly before exploding.
As he turned around however, luck was not on his side, as a B2 made itself known by knocking the wind out of him, and throwing him to the ground. When it looked as if it was about to finish him off, A clone with orange accents, proceeded to step over his brother, and slammed his rucksack into the larger droid, before tackling it to the ground… which was quite frankly amazing due to the sheer weight of the B2 Super Battle Droid itself.
Both Nana and the Commander were surprised by this action. Those models were heavy, compared to their real-world counterparts, and it was no easy feat to knock them off their feet.
"Ahem, right! This is Morse, he belongs to the 212th Attack Battalion. He works as a Comms Specialist, but does not let that deter him from entering the frontlines." Explained Colt, with a now expectant gaze upon the training field below him.
Morse got up, and shot into the downed Super Battle Droid with his DC-15S. He looked down at Jackpot, even as blaster fire roared around him, and held his hand down to help him. Jackpot looked up at him, before grasping Morse's forearm, and heaved himself up, letting his brother counteract his weight.
Before a stray shot could hit Morse in the back, a shield came up behind him, as a green clone with grey specks stood in the front, taking the shot for his brother in orange.
"Ah, Torc. 41st Elite Corps. He serves as a shocktrooper, and utilizes a rounded variety of weaponry." Nana, by this point, had a datapad in her hand, and looked down at it with interest, reading over all of the dossiers of the brothers and sister on the simulated battlefield.
As Torc blocked another few shots, before retracting the shield and returning fire with a DC-15A, Morse and Jackpot joined him, firing off their own volleys, even as the number of training droids slowly increased.
"Starting to run dry!" Called out Morse, as he ducked and dove for cover, slapping in a new cartridge for his blaster.
Jackpot swore, and checked himself for ammo, then looked across the way at Morse, just as Torc took cover with him. "Same'ere! Haar'chak!" He yelled back, as the blaster fire from the droids intensified on their location.
Suddenly, their worldview shook, literally, as bombs went off all around them, decimating the front lines of droids. Rapid plasma fire flew overhead, as Dust walked between them, firing everything he had with his Z-6. Meanwhile, Breach ran up and reached into Dust's rucksack, pulling gas cartridges, and throwing them to Morse and Jackpot.
"Come on, boys, we have a test to finish!" Shouted out Breach, glee overtaking his voice as he turned back, and pumped his shotgun, knocking a B1 off its feet. Rez came up behind Breach and Dust, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her brother from the 327th, flinging searing blue fire with her flamethrower.
Torc stood up, and got on Rez's side, firing off shots with his bow and arrow, picking off stragglers, as Jackpot and Breach took up Dust's left, respectively. Jackpot took out droids further off, as Breach covered them from any closing in. Morse took up the rear, taking out any who managed to flank completely around, same with Fenrir, who jumped a B2, and tore wires out from it before it could even take aim at Torc.
Together, they all slowly made their way to their objective, covering each other's flanks, and decimating the training droids around them. Eventually, they reached the Citadel, and Breach was the first to reach the climb. Turning, he nodded over at Dust, who rolled his shoulders, and dropped his gun back behind him, then turned to the others. Motioning over to Morse, he and Breach formed a step with their hands, and launched their 212th brother up onto the first platform, before repeating the process with Torc, Jackpot, Fenrir, and Rez. This repeated for the next platform, until they reached the beacon, where they all stood silently around it, hesitant.
"So, who lifts it first?" Asked Rez, as she scratched her helmet in confusion.
"Well, I believe our dear brother, Morse, should do it! After all, he was the first to reach it." Supplied Dust, as he crossed his arms.
"No no, it should be you, you got me, Torc, and Jackpot out of that tight spot when we were nearly out of ammo." Retorted Morse, who stared over at Dust.
"Regardless, someone needs to lift it." Spoke up Fenrir, who directed his gaze over all of them.
"Alright, alright, I'll d-" Started Breach, before being interrupted by Jackpot.
"We haven't picked someone though, so it defeats the purpose, right?" Queried Jackpot, who rubbed the chin of his helmet.
"What if we all lifted it?" Torc asked calmly.
"..."
"How did we not think of that?"
"Shut up, let's do it."
Dust laughed heartily, but placed his hand on the beacon's pole first. Torc followed next, then by Morse with trepidation. Breach and Rez both grabbed at the same time, as Jackpot and Fenrir brought it all together, before they lifted it as one.
"This Legion Cohesion Test is now over, please make your way down using the lift behind you." Called Nana's, Ba'buir's, voice over the system. They all looked at each other, before setting the beacon back in its place, and making their way down from the top of the Citadel to the ground floor. As they walked over their work, Nana and Commander Colt made their way over to them, meeting halfway. All of them stood at attention, and saluted, but Nana laughed, and waved them off.
"You all did wonderfully, and performed admirably. Truly, while there may be competition between all of the divisions, you have all pushed it aside to get to your objective, and in the end came together to win, together… You did a magnificent job, you seven." She finished with a bright smile towards her bu'ad'e, and walked away. Colt gave them a smile and a nod, before following, leaving the seven remaining clones to cheer and celebrate amongst themselves.
"Hey hey! We should form a group!" Cried Jackpot excitedly.
Dust looked over at his brother, and tilted his helmet. "I wouldn't be against that, but what do we call ourselves…?"
All of them quieted down, and began to think on what they wanted to be known as, before Breach perked up, and lifted his helmet off, showing his bright grin.
"The Magnificent Seven." He stated eagerly.
… The Citadel had never been louder.
HEY! I hope you enjoyed reading this, first time writing and finishing something in a while! Leave a review or whatever the hell you want. Thanks for stopping by! - PAIA