Boss finally regained consciousness. He tried to get up but felt a great pain spike from his stomach up through his body. His eyesight was blurry, his ears were ringing, and he felt like he had been stabbed in the skull. Years of training had prepared him for war, but nothing could have saved him from this terrible pain.

If I'm not dead already, I will be soon. That was only thought that broke through his mind . He looked at his dark unfamiliar surroundings, trying to piece together the previous 24 hours. A putrid smell in the room burned his nostrils as he caught a horrendous sight. One of his squad was lying deathly still on the floor.

As he held back the urge to throw up, Boss tried to remember what had happened. His only memories were a haze of explosions and screeching before his body was flooded with pain. As Boss slowly began to wake up, his mind brought back painful emotions from the past. Failure. Betrayal. Spite. Boss looked up from his brother's body. As soon as he laid eyes on the sickening figures before him, it all came rushing back. The fracture of Delta Squad, The Prosecutor's greatest battle, the final day.

24 HOURS EARLIER

"Wake up Boss!" "He's pretty fast asleep, 42.", "I can see that Tabura!" "Sev, slap him in the face."

Immediately, Boss's commando training kicked in and he woke up with a start. He scanned his familiar surroundings out of instinct, alert and ready for battle. The first question that flashed through his mind was Why is most of Delta Squad in my quarters?

Boss checked the time on his nightstand before turning to the clone sat on his bed. "Scorch it's 0100 hours, what do you want?" Boss asked as he yawned.

Scorch smiled back in excitement. "It's officially our final day on board the Prosecutor! You know what that means?"

Boss slowly went through his mind for possible explanations. "…6 hours until our final breakfast?" he finally answered.

"Souvenirs! We're never going to come back, so now's our chance to steal anything not nailed down!"

Tabura looked at Scorch in betrayal. "Wait, that's why you woke us all up at midnight? You told us it was urgent!"

"It is!"

Before Boss could go back to sleep, he intuitively realised someone was missing. "Where's Fixer?"

"Oh, I didn't want to wake him. You know he wouldn't want to be involved in this. Scorch explained.

"We don't want to be involved in this." 42 grumbled.

"Come on Delta's it's our last day! Don't you want to make it memorable?"

Sev gave a scoff. "Why would I want to remember this place? Further we get away from the filthy bugs, the better."

"Boss, how do you feel about all this? And before you say anything I want you to know, I have a 12-step plan ready and raring!"

The alert squad looked down at Boss as he looked back at them with a faint glare, feeling nothing except how annoyed he was to be their leader. "Do whatever you want Scorch, I plan to get some rest." He muttered, trying not show his disdain for being deprived of his precious sleep.

"You can always rest later, Boss." Scorch argued.

Boss gave the commando a short groan as he felt his heavy eyelids begin to close.

As the squad leader began to drift back asleep, he heard Scorch and Sev leave in the direction of their quarters. Tabura began hovering towards the exit, "Same here" she stopped at the doorway. "…although it would be nice to do a nice farewell party?"

42 had also stopped just before the exit. Boss let out another groan when he heard. "That's actually a good idea! I'm surprised the advisor hasn't planned anything for us. We can stay up late, annoy everyone, hang around until we have to leave."

"Like now?" muttered the muffled voice in the pillow.

42 continued. "We should have something special for our last meal. What's for dinner tonight?"

"Nutrient cube #77." Mumbled the half-asleep commando.

"Nah we'll need something else, something we'll enjoy."

42 thought back to his previous missions before clicking his fingers. "Tabura, do you remember that spicy Arch Grub soup we had at the Petranaki arena? Can you smuggle some on board?"

Tabura's initial enthusiasm vanished as she looked awkwardly at the pilot. "Uh…Geonosis has kinda become a bit more dangerous in the last month. Also, I never told you this, but they've increased-

"Please? It's your final day as well. We're all leaving together, don't you want it to be special?" interrupted 42 fuelled by the prosect of the farewell party.

Tabura smiled, unable to say no to anyone in the squad. "Oh, go on then, what's gonna happen in the next 24 hours?" she rhetorically asked before making her way to the hanger.

"Thanks! We should also get some drinks." 42 turned towards his sleeping commanding officer. "Boss, could you ask Captain Martz for some wine? She must have like a private bottle she's sharing for special occasions."

Boss woke up again and turned to 42, annoyed at having his sleep interrupted once again. "So you think our dear Captain secretly keeps bottles of wine with her, despite the fact that alcohol isn't allowed onboard? And even if she does, you think she'd give it to the squad who pisses her off on a weekly basis." He bluntly asked the somewhat naïve pilot.

"…Maybe?"

Boss was too tired to argue. "Fine I'll ask but no promises."42 seemed to be satisfied with his answer. "Now get some sleep pilot, you're flying us out tomorrow." Boss put his head on his pillow thinking that was the end.

"Of course sir… hey, do you have anything in here I could use for decorations?"

"Stay out of my room 42!" Boss shouted, smiling to himself as he heard the final pair of boots sprint out.

42 quickly left out Boss's quarters, where he bumped straight into Scorch.

"Wanna join me in collecting some souvenirs, Delta-42?"

The squad pilot looked at the squad demolitions expert who was in full commando gear, clearly ready to either perform a heist or invade a planet. "Don't you think this is a bit overkill?".

"I've only packed the essentials." 42 opened Scorch's heavy backpack to take a peek.

"A field bacta unit? What are you going to use this for, it's for life threatening injuries!"

"Well, what if something terrible happens to me and I need immediate revival?"

"Wouldn't you need another person to activate it?"

"And that's where you come in." Scorch responded, pointing finger guns at the pilot.

42 went silent after realising he couldn't argue with Scorch's flawless logic "…Alright what are we raiding? The canteen?"

"And steal some spoons? You're not seeing the big picture, Delta."

"I've seen some pretty big spoons."

Scorch explained his plan to 42 who immediately lost his nerve but was inspired to perform his own mini heist. Scorch made his way to the target room. He began the process of scoping, slicing, severing, and scramming. The plan went perfectly. He hadn't tripped any alarms, hadn't alerted anyone and nothing could go wrong.

"Hello Six-Two." Oh no, it all went wrong. Scorch looked at Captain Martz who had her arms crossed.

"How did you know I was here?"

Martz gave the commando a smirk. "Rule 99: The captain hears everything. Grabbing a souvenir before the transfer? I was almost scared no one would do it. Glad to see you're keeping a noble old tradition alive, although you're certainly better equipped than your predecessors.

If it makes you feel any better, you're more successful then I was when I was an ensign…and when I was a lieutenant commander." She nostalgically admitted with a soft laugh.

The captain took a step closer to the uneasy commando, intrigued to know his chosen keepsake. "So then, what did you 'borrow' to remember us by? Don't worry, I've seen it all. I want to guess. Some canteen cutlery? Or a data tape with some embarrassing footage? Wait, I bet you took a tiny piece of the Prosecutor to take with you." She guessed with a friendly smile.

Scorch gave a nervous laugh as he tried to awkwardly hide the large and cumbersome bag behind his back. "Yeah, that's exactly right ma'am. Okaygoodnight!"

He began quickly walking away before hearing "Open the bag, Delta-62. That's an order." Scorch gave a sigh as he revealed his memento for the unsmiling captain in defeat.

Martz gave a small chuckle. "I can't believe I had to do that, over some tiny little- a torpedo warhead!? Are you kriffing insane?" Scorch shrugged his shoulders. "What do you even want that for?

"Drop it in a volcano." He answered honestly. Martz waited for him to elaborate but Scorch just stayed stood in silence.

"…What?" She asked in confusion.

"I wanted to find a volcano planet and drop it in to see what would happen. We all want to find out." Scorch explained for the dumbstruck captain.

"Who would possibly agree to do that!?"

"You'd be surprised ma'am."

At this moment 42 came up to Scorch not realising he had company. "The spoons were under heavy lock and key Scorch, I… Captain!"

42 quickly began hiding the small bag behind his back before noticing Scorch's stolen prize. "Is that a torpedo warhead? I've got an amazing idea! I know a volcano planet on the way, we can drop it in and see what happens!"

Martz brought her palm against her face in frustration. 24 hours until Delta squad leaves and it couldn't come quickly enough.

Author's notes:

Well it's been a while huh? Apologies for the big delay, I've been dealing with illness, medication, drama, self-discovery and tech issues.

On the brightside, all good things to fuel my writing! Talking of which I am happy to say that this fanfic is officially finished and I hope it will be a worthy finale to this series.

In case anyone is still confused about the dates, I uploaded the 1st draft of chapter 1 on May 4th but I updated the chapter on September 20th. The fanfic is completed and just needs uploading so I'll likely do a chapter every few days but as always no promises! Thank you to anyone who has been waiting patiently and I hope it will be worth the wait. I'll probably upload a chapter every few days but as always no promises. As always, any comments are always appreciated and I hope you enjoy 'The Final Day'