So...yeah this is a thing. Anyways I've been reading the Republic Commando series and fell in Love it's portrayal of clones and their treatment, so I decided to make this, my take on the clone wars, from an on the ground perspective I don't see too often: Domino Squad. Things are gonna change, but not in the way some might expect, please, enjoy!
In all honesty, volunteering for the Grand Army of the Republic may not have been the best idea I've ever had. My name is Thwei. Thwei al'Nagara I was born on Apatros. God-forsaken planet is the closest thing you can get to a hell in my Opinion...then again at this point I had never been to Mustafar. I've been alive for 19 standard cycles, and right now? I'm on Kamino. I'm the only remaining volunteer still on planet. Why? My squad. Domino Squad to be specific. CT-782, a heavy-weapons specialist, the clone is headstrong, but you can tell that he's not been in this world long. CT-00-2010...Droidbait. The guy...well lets just say he's not the best at avoiding blaster bolts. CT-4019, Echo if anyone...anyone followed protocol as much as this guy, the army would have absolutely no problems with insubordination. CT-4040, funny guy. Not a very good shot though. CT-5555...we call him Fives, he hates it but it fits. He's a good soldier, very good...just a bit uptight. Not that I can blame him, our squad is probably the worst one in training right now. Most of the other clones blame me for that. I've only been training for a few months now. The fact that I was a miner was obvious. I was a new soldier, a good one...but I was no clone, I was not bred for this. I went through remedial training, the Kaminoans constantly brought up my shortcomings, the clones outside my squad really don't care for my being here at all. I honestly stopped giving a damn after the first month. I got along well enough with my squad, and that's what matters.
"Thwei! Get your helmet on, the last practice test starts in twenty minutes!" Fives shouted, I nodded and put my helmet on, I grabbed my carbine DC-15 trainer. I prefered short weapons, less standard accuracy, but we could eyeball better than standard.
"I'm coming Fives, don't worry." I said, jogging up to the clone. The rest of the squad was there, 40-40 joking like always.
"I heard these lasts tests always have a catch, think our grapples will find it?"
"Think you can aim for it, 40?" I laughed with a smile, shouldering my carbine.
"Quit your joking 4040, Nagara, this is important. This is the last practice...we don't get it right we're done for in the last test." Echo this time, you could see the worry on his face.
"Take a breath Echo, we'll do worse if we go in high-strung. We'll make more mistakes than usual. Have you all been working on what we reviewed?" I asked, slowly turning my gaze to the squad as a whole, most of them had the decency to at least look squeamish. 782 spoke up.
"I did what was asked, can't say the same for the others. You going to pull your own weight this time, Thwei?" he asked, I shot a halfhearted glare at him. You get sick once and they hold it against you forever.
"I'm at full efficiency if that's what you mean. C'mon we're up soon." I mumbled, gesturing to the 'proceed' light turning blue, when it turned green we were to rush into the training field. It was a standard Citadel simulation. More towers and more droids than a scouting sim, but no mines, pitfalls, or laser wires.
"Stay in formation, only break if there's an opening in the enemy forces. We've got to get this right!" Echo shouted, I nodded opening up suppressing fire on the oncoming droids. We pushed forward like a blade, piercing through the first few waves, it was when droids started popping up from the ground behind us when shit started hitting the fan, 2010 got taken down from behind, the bolts knocked him out and I hoisted him over my shoulder, firing my blaster one-handed.
"GET TO COVER!" I shouted, vaulting over a prefab wall getting closer to the citadel. 782 was blasting away, mowing down the ranks, Echo, 40, and Fives joined me behind cover. "Surrounded and one man down. Not good odds." Fives stated, I growled mildy and peeked over cover to let off a spray of bolts. Droids were getting closer, spawned closer as well, grates in the ground shooting up droids as fast as we could take them down.
"Protocol says to stay in formation!" Echo shouted, letting off a wave of tabana ignition of his own.
"Forget protocol, we need to get that flag!" 782 has turned his Z-6 into a miniature turret, alongside the wall and blasting with minimal exposure.
"Load grapple cables!" I shouted, we all shared rank here. This was our last bout before the real thing, we needed to do this. I reached to my belt, but the grapple attachment wasn't there…"Who has the cables?!"
"Negative!" Echo
"Me neither!" 782
"Negative." Fives
"I'M EMPTY!" 4040, shouted, suddenly his position was bombarded my bolts, three caught him in the chest and sent him to the ground unconscious. 782 was taken down by a bolt to the helmet when he went to return fire. Echo as he was moving cover, bolts sprayed him down from the towers. Fives and I went back to back, firing in all directions. There were too many. Adrenaline flooded my system. I felt myself moving faster, bolts seemed to slow in midair, mine hit more often, I could avoid them easier. I heard Fives go down behind me and Had just enough time to spin and spray down the droids that did it. Keep firing, don't let up the volley. Green bolts flying all around, I feel one catch me in the shoulder from behind get knocked to the floor. Roll keep firing, blaster get shot, grapple, yank closest droid into the path of fire, throw. Punch, kick, ignore the pain...images of swinging a hammer, holding the hydraulic jack...never again. Leg of a droid comes off, use as weapon, SBD grabbed my arms, dozens of green bolts impact my armor, it locks up, I'm hurting, but still conscious.
"Practice test complete: Results: Five clone KIA, One volunteer trooper KIA, Droids destroyed: 2,153 units. Fail." The voice of Lama Su cut through the air. I coughed lightly and the SBD drone let my arms go, I fell to the floor with a groan before pushing myself back up and removing my helmet.
"Son of a Hutt…" I sighed, walking to the rest of Domino Squad. "You guys okay? 782, you got hit in the head, any major damage?"
"I'm fine Nagara. I may need a new helmet but otherwise I'm fine." 783 replied, rubbing the back of his head, how about you? Faced the firing squad there."
"Aye...I'll be sore but otherwise alright." I stretched out and cracked my neck as a hunchbacked clone entered the testing room to clean up the destroyed droids. 99. One of the original batch, the bad apple if you talked to the Kaminoans. Good man 99, would've been a good soldier if Jango Fett hadn't evaded Lady Fate too many times.
"Good job boys. You did good today." He said, dragging away one of the many destroyed clankers,
"How you holding up 99? Leg giving you trouble?" 782 asked, moving to help the hunchbacked clone, Ninety-Nine waved him off.
"Don't worry about me boys. I'm just doing my job, like anyone else. Nagara! These boys treating you alright?" I raised an eyebrow at this, but nodded anyway.
"Practically blood by now. We all got our kinks to iron out though." I replied, retrieving my blaster from the ground and inspecting it for damage...the training bots were never known to be gentle on equipment. The squad of brothers and myself exited the training area and went back to our quarters. I let out a small sigh and brought up the topic that was ringing in my head. "Someone sabotaged us. 2010 didn't have the grapples either...everyone checked their gear last night right?"
"Affirmative." Fives
"Checked, cleaned, packed extra Tabana." Echo.
"I joke around a lot but not about this...I could've sworn I had all my equipment." 4040 there.
"Packed, locked and loaded." 782.
"I had everything ready, what about your reserves, Nagara, don't you carry backups?" 2010.
"That's what concerns me. They even took my backup. They have access to our supply lockup. I doubt its the General...she's not the kind of person to do that, along with that her order values honesty too much. Something is up." I stated, unclasping the armor from my arms and working on undoing my chest piece, the scorch marks were becoming more apparent. As I started cleaning it Echo practically shouted,
"Nagara you're wounded!"
"What?" Sure enough, looking down there was a darkened spot in my black undersuit, red droplets straining through a small gash. I couldn't even feel it...adrenaline maybe? I peeled off the top portion of my undersuit and took a look at the wound, it was a small cut but it was bleeding more than I was comfortable with, it'd require stitches...wait a minute you're off of Apatros, there's bacta bandages here. No more ancient healing techniques. I got up and moved to the first aid kit, retrieving the Bacta spray and applying it to the wound, I'd be fine in an hour.
"Someone has it out for me, the armour should've tanked that without failing...overcharged training bots." I mumbled, my musings were cut short as the door to our quarters opened, the clones stood to attention, three individuals entered the room, A togruta, a Siniteen, and an Arcona. I cracked my neck and wrapped a few bandages around my wound.
"And the weaknesses of allowing volunteers shows itself." Bric, bounty hunter, Siniteen, humanoid species, these Siniteens, brilliant people, can calculate hyperspace jumps without a navicom...this one however, was a complete and utter ass.
"Work a cortosis jack nineteen hours straight for a month, then call me weak." I grunted, pulling my bodysuit back up over the wound and turning to face the instructors. "General Ti, permission to access security footage of our supply lockup from last night, our grapple cables weren't in our belts, and my personal backups were also missing. All of us had checked our packs prior to this morning, something isn't right."
The Jedi General was a fair woman, as were most Togruta, however she was cut off before she could speak by Bric shouting,
"Adversity can occur in the field, you all should've been able to adapt. Hell I should be thanking this for keeping you rejects down." I growled and leapt up to my feet the bench I was on skidding back.
"The tower where the flag was is a prefab, there were no handholds or alternate routes. The cables were the only avenue to secure the objective. There were no options to adapt other than to dig in and defend our fallen, which we did." I stated, standing up to my full height and staring the Siniteen in the eyes, "this was only a practice test, but the saboteur got into our supply lockup, that means they either had some damn good slicing skills, or had administrative access. Either way you see it, we need to see that footage."
"You'll have your access, Recruit al'Nagara, but you must settle down. You're being borderline insubordinate." General Ti spoke up, I bowed politely and with a calming breath sat down, but not without a final word,
"Technically Bric doesn't have any rank in the Grand Army, General Ti, he's on the short-term agreement. He trains his batch and he leaves, unlike Sargeant El-les. He may be our instructor, but he has no power to claim insubordination, it's all public record if you wish to see if what I'm saying is true." I could see the Siniteen's eyes narrow, guess he never expected any of his trainee's to look into his contract. "On Apatros you learn real quick to get a background check on a new guy. Whether it's another hammer-jockey or the new foreman. Like I said, it's all public record, save for the mandalorians." I shrugged, leaning up against a wall.
"That is...interesting information, Recruit al'Nagara, I will be sure to keep this in mind. Nonetheless this test will be registered as a failure and your status as the lowest ranking squad will unfortunately be held until you all manage to pass a test, of which your final one is upcoming. I would prepare myself if I were you, domino squad, you all display fine examples of teamwork one moment, then end up arguing in the next. I will applaud your destructive capabilities, however. Two-thousand droids is nothing to scoff at, for a six man squad on foot with no explosive ordinance." I raised an eyebrow at the praise from the Jedi master. She wasn't much of a talker, this was different.
"Thank you, General." Echo spoke up, standing to attention with a salute.
"At ease, 4019. Like I said, you all are skilled in your own right, however you need to be able to pass this final test in the system, otherwise we will be forced to place you all into the maintenance corps...you, Recruit al'Nagara, would have to return to Apatros."
"I know the score, General Ti. We'll get it done. You've got five Mando and a cortosis miner on this squad. Likely the hardest things to kill this side of the Galaxy." I said with a nod, we weren't going to give up, the six of us have been training like hell, we were gonna claw our way through by our fingernails if we had to.
"That doesn't mean you're immortal, Recruit." El-Les spoke up, finally.
"I'm more likely to die on the battlefield than any one of these men. I know that, Sarge."
"Just making sure you are still in touch with reality, confidence and arrogance are often mistaken for one another. Now then. As General Ti said, I would take this time to prepare yourselves, you've a long day ahead of you tomorrow." The Arcona instructor stated the squad nodded and with a salute the instructors walked away, leaving us to our devices. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. There were a lot of things that could've gone wrong in that conversation. Fives spoke up,
"That was risky, Thwei. I know you and Instructor Bric don't like each other but he looked ready to tear open your chest even more." He said, I let out a small laugh before opening my personal lockup and packing in my armor, the only difference between my locker and the troopers? The nine kilo cortosis sledgehammer.
"I've no doubt that he wanted to, Fives. Eh you can't win 'em all, but I've won this one. I got access to the footage. The system may think we're failures...but we're gonna blow away everyone tomorrow. Bravo, Epsilon, Charlie, we're gonna prove them all wrong. You're not a bad batch...you're brothers, all of you. I may not be your brother by blood, but you guys are the closest thing I've ever had to family, and I'm going to die before I let someone kick you down.
-Later that night, security camera station.-
The camera hub is a surreal place to look in, holoscreens dominated the walls and the constant flood of information, differences between squads and the quirks each clone displayed before your eyes if you looked close enough. Master Ti was in the doorway as I brought up the footage from last night around our squad's lockup.
"Recruit Al'Nagara, what do you expect to find?" She asked, I let out a shrug as I sped up the footage from our last known access to the lockup: 782 placing away his Z-6.
"I don't expect to find much, chances are this person isn't an idiot and is hiding their face, but having proof of foul play will be enough to kick off an official investigation. After that, we let the MP's do their jobs and the perp will be found. What I want to prove that my squad isn't a pile of bantha poodoo. General." I sped up the footage until it displayed another cycle of 782 placing away his gun...then another, then another. I growled and slammed my fist down on the display's power button. "They looped the footage…old trick but it still works it seems." I let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair, turning to face the General. "This ain't some elaborate test is it? I'm gonna feel pretty damn stupid if it is."
"No, Recruit Al'Nagara, not that I am aware of...this is unusual. How do you plan to proceed?" The Jedi responded, she seemed genuinely curious, I let out a shrug.
"Your force clairvoyance not telling you?" This got out a small laugh from the Jedi Master,
"It doesn't work that way, Al'Nagara, but in all seriousness, how do you plan to proceed?"
"Succeed despite their efforts. Piss 'em off, draw them out. Let the MP's deal with them once they do so, I don't have the jurisdiction to do much else. Besides I've got my squad to worry about...Best to focus on getting them through this war alive." I got up from the chair and made my way out of the security room and towards the sleeping pods, a few stragglers on the other end of the hallway, but no one from Domino was awake. I climbed up to my pod and turned in for the night.
-The next morning, ARC trooper presentation-
We stood in full armor, straight at attention, DC-15s on our shoulders, disciplined, strong, United. Warriors, soldiers, brothers.
"Today is your final exam, we have brought you here today to present to you a goal that you all share, ARC troopers. They all start here. Every one of them started off as one of you, cadets, training for this long war. Let's hear what they have to say." Bric's attempt at a rousing speech was...better than expected but still less effort than a foreman who lost the sabaac pot on Apatros the night before. Still, the unique armor of the ARC Trooper caught our attention, the entire batch, not just Domino squad.
"So you want to be Arc Troopers, eh? Well there's a lesson you all need to learn first, on the field, there are no squads, there are no rivalries, we stand United, as brothers one and all. You hear me!" Commander Colt. I didn't know much about him then, but the clones did. I honestly wonder what I missed.
"SIR YES SIR!" The shout echoed through the hangar, it left my ears ringing even if I had joined the shout. The commander was speaking again,
"Now let's begin these exams, how about we start with the squad who ran the course in record time! ARC TROOPER time, Bravo squad, you're up." With that, the assembly broke back into squads, with one exception. "Domino squad, a word." Commander Colt, probably noticed the six man squad instead of the normal five. "You've an extra man, I see." I stayed quiet, Echo spoke up,
"Sir, he's a VT, sir." The ARC Trooper turned to me and I nodded, I didn't share the same face as my brothers in arms, that much was obvious.
"Got a number, kid?"...I'm likely older than you.
"VT-7852, Thwei Al'Nagara, Sir."
"These are my brothers you're fighting alongside, seeing a stranger standing next to them doesn't sit well with most of us."
"Does it bother you, Commander?"
"You any good with that rifle on your shoulder?" I kept a straight face before Hevy, a name he told us this morning, spoke up.
"Sir, he's the second best shot on the squad."
"Who's the best, then." I let out a smirk,
"He is, Commander."
"Well then, try to keep it that way, CT-782."
"The name's Hevy, Sir."
"Hevy, good name. VT, how far are you willing to go to protect my brothers?" I stared into the ARC Trooper's visor unflinching.
"Sir, with all due respect, they're my brothers too, in all but blood, anyone tries to get to them, they'll have to climb over my corpse and deal with the consequences first." I stated, the squad knew this, we had spent enough time dodging blaster bolts and the sneers of our peers to solidify this bond. These clones were my family, a bunch of nine year olds in men's bodies, my little brothers, and I'd be damned if I'd let them die on my watch.
"He being honest, Brothers?"
"SIR YES SIR!" This shout may have had less members, but it seemed to be even louder than the previous. He spoke about unity moments before, and now there was a display of it right in front of him. We stood there still at attention for a moment before Commander Colt spoke again.
"At ease, Brothers, that includes you, Nagara. Keep them safe. We'll have our eye on Domino squad." With those words he departed to oversee the graduation exams, Domino squad? We went to prepare. We were gonna blow this test out of the water if it killed us.
-later, Domino Squad's last exam-
The elevator ride to the testing area was tense, to say the least, Cutup tried to lighten the mood with a few jokes earlier but most of us were still steamed about what he had told us about what happened the night before, ironically the same events that gave him the name he chose to bear with pride.
"Your ribs okay, Cutup?" Hevy asked,
"I'm fully functional." The joker replied, I rose my hand in a fist,
"Game faces on, boys. Cover to cover, take out the towers. We don't know what they've got waiting for us. Cables, no cables, hell, even if they take our blasters, we're gonna show them what we're really made of." My speech was short, we were all nervous, but we needed one last push to get the objective locked in: we are going to win. No matter what. Hevy took point, positioning himself at the front of the formation, an arrowhead, a blade piercing through enemy lines with Fives watching Hevy's back, I took the left flank along with Cutup. Droidbait and Echo, the right. The doors opened and we got to work, we rushed to cover, firing our shots and observing the field. Tower gunners, swivel turrets on the citadel itself, shifting pillars with droids taking potshots.
"Watch out!" I heard, before Cutup yanked my head down to avoid a shot from our backs, droids were popping up from the ground. We got back to back and continued pushing forward, Cutup watching my back and myself watching the flank, the right flank had adopted a similar pattern as we made our way to the citadel. The turrets made themselves known as they began to start laying down a barrage more accurate than its previous iteration. We took cover, but we're separated. Four and two, Cutup and I had to dive behind a separate wall. Hevy's voice went through our Comms.
"Those turrets are going to tear us apart if we don't do something about them. Ascension cables or not. We need ideas, boys!"
"I'll draw their fire, take them down and make the climb." Droidbait stated, with a quick nod four of our squad moved forward, I rushed to Droidbait's side.
"I'll cover him, GO!" I shouted when they turned in surprise. I stood by him, firing concentrated bursts to disable the columns of turrets on the citadel, from what I can tell, each member of the squad took out two, once they were all disabled Hevy turned and layed down suppressing fire while Cutup, Fives, and Echo began the climb. Droidbait and I regrouped with Hevy and covered him as he got up as well. Next was Droidbait, who got up without incident, then it was me. Not so much. Commando bot managed to latch onto my foot as I was hoisting myself up the first tier. Hevy mowed it down but the damage was done. More droids were being deployed, closer and closer, how hadn't Echo, Fives, or Cutup gotten the flag yet?! At this time I hadn't known they already had, they system was still sending droids, a malfunction, supposedly. Yeah right. I kept mobile, darting around, picking off any droids that tried to make the climb themselves while avoiding the blasts of those targeting me. Blue bolts mixed with the green of the training droids. My team was trying their best to cover me, and doing a good job too, there were so many droids piling up dead that the automated dumping couldn't keep up, a mound of durasteel corpses was accumulating near the first tier of the Citadel. Oh yes. Blasting down an SBD I made a mad dash to that mound, with a leap I planted my boot on its peak and used it as a footstool to launch myself to the edge of the citadel, I hoisted myself up with a roll and turned to lay down fire alongside Hevy and Droidbait, three more armored bodies joined us, a firing squad of six determined souls. The droids has stopped spawning but there were still many active, blue blasts rained against green, side doors opened and another squad joined in...I could see Commander Colt amongst them, on the other side of the battlefield I spotted a blue blade of light. Master Ti darted in, El-Les sporting a DL-44 shortly behind her. What felt like minutes, was actually seconds as we mowed down the remaining droids. When all was clear, me made our way down the citadel, over the mounds of scrap, and towards our commanding officers.
"General, Commander, Sarge." Echo greeted, standing to attention with a salute, all of us joined, we didn't know what else to do. Training didn't prepare us for this situation.
"At ease, Domino Squad." Master Ti spoke, we relaxed and traded glances with one another, what was going on. "You six displayed immense chemistry amongst yourselves, as well as a grand example of keeping calm under unexpected circumstances, I commend you for that." We beamed at the praise, only to balk at what came next.
"Yes, You've done well Domino Squad, however...this last wave of droids was not intentional. They were overcharged and modified, they didn't respond to the kill switch. This leaves us to believe that your suspicions of Sabotage were correct, Cadet al'Nagara. Luckily we have apprehended the perpetrator and have him in custody." El-Les stated, gesturing behind us. The citadel wall was littered with glowing red blaster holes, those would've been lethal…"with that in mind we would like to congratulate you. You have passed your final exam with flying colors."
"Welcome to the Grand Army of the Republic, Cadets." Commander Colt this time, stepping forward and snapping his hand to his forehead in a salute. We quickly reciprocated.
"SIR YES SIR!"
-later on, locker area-
We had finally done it...word had gotten around, we beat a sabotaged final exam, set up by the 'brilliant' Siniteen bounty hunter Bric, who was now behind a ray shield on a transport headed to a republic prison planet. Domino squad was issued proper trooper armor now, even me. With our helmets on you wouldn't be able to tell that I wasn't a clone. I overheard Hevy speaking with 99.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be back. How else am I going to get this back from you? Be safe, nine'ika." Mandalorian suffix, interaction brought a smile to my face, things were looking up. I unpacked my locker and changed into standard fatigues, I packed my armor into a cargo bag, and attached my hammer to a magnetized plate on its side. I must've taken longer than I thought because soon it was just me and 99, he was staring at a medal in his hand. That must've been what Hevy has given him, his graduation insignia.
"I'll make sure he gets home safe 99." I stated, hoisting my pack onto my back. The deformed clone looked up with a smile. The man had heart.
"I've no doubt you will. You watch yourself as well, hear me? Thwei'ika."
"You've got my word, Big Brother." With those parting words I began to make my way to the hangar, no doubt where everyone was. Something seemed off, however...footsteps, behind me, safety being clicked off. I ducked a blaster bolt and dove to the side, grabbing one of two weapons I had on my person...the Cortosis Sledge.
"It was easy enough to break out of my bindings, Nagara. You couldn't have left well enough alone. I could've been payed and gone by this evening, but no." Bric, son of a HUTT. I darted behind the lockers as another bolt was sent my way, I could see him now. He was holding a Scout Blaster pistol, two shots down, four left. Just one could put me down right now though...the blaster turned in my direction and I rushed to another set of lockers as two shots whizzed by. Two more. I can work with this.
"Why'd you do it, Bric? You working for the Seps now?!" I growled, provoking another shot towards my general area, I stalked my way closer to him, staying behind cover.
"Nothing so trivial as that, though I should expect so much from a cortosis miner, always jumping to the simple conclusion, ain't you?" Good, got him ranting when he only has one shot left in his canister. Scout holdout blaster pistols were just that: holdout weapons. They were meant for emergencies, not long engagements. They packed a hell of a punch, but they only had six shots per tibana canister. "I was exercising Siniteen education...a small group is singled out as undesirable, and the remaining participants will work harder to avoid being slumped in with that group, this improving performance, this isn't just personal, Nagara...you insulted my species."
"Your species is fucked up." I growled, turning the corner and rushing him, ducking his last shot and slamming my hammer into the side of his right kneecap, I heard a snap and he fell down onto it, with a quick strike I flicked the hammer into his jaw and knocked him into oblivion. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and remagnetized the hammer. A few moments passed before a security team came to collect the unconscious Siniteen, General Ti was with them.
"I had just received word. Are you unharmed?" She asked, I nodded.
"I'm fine...a bit winded, but fine. Heh, he drilled discipline against emotion into us, but came after me for petty vengeance. Ironic."
"You could have killed him." Yeah...that wasn't a question.
"Oh I wanted to...by the long night I wanted to."
"Then why not?"
"You're the Jedi, you know what moments of uncontrolled anger and impulse lead to." Something seemed to click in her mind.
"You're force sensitive." She stated, seemingly believing it to be truth, hell it could've been. I didn't know.
"Not that I know of, General. I'm just a guy trying to do what I can for the galaxy. And right now, that getting my ass to my squad and our new post."
"And where is that?"
"Rishii".
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