CT-7325 stood vigil on his sentry watch. Among his brothers, he had gained the name Vigil for his quiet perceptiveness. Even so, he found that being a Sentry was extraordinarily boring. He found he had to constantly keep himself attentive, wake his mind up in some way, so he could continue to focus on the horizon.

Vigil was one of four sentries on duty, each spread out far enough from the next see what one clone couldn't. Time would have been hard to tell in the darkness without the HUD in his helmet. Luckily with the HUD, he knew it was time for a shift change.

"Anything out there, brother?"

Vigil stepped and turned to look back at the clone who walked to his side; Nym. "Nothing. Not even any birds flying up from the trees."

"Pretty sure they're all sleeping right now, Vigil," Nym said, elbowing his side in a joking manner.

Despite himself, Vigil smiled, though it wasn't visible to Nym. "I think they have the right idea with sleep, honestly. It's been too quiet, even for my liking. Been tough trying to stay focused."

"Boy, you sure know how to make this job seem desirable," Nym jested again. He nodded his helmeted head back toward the base. "Go get some rest, Vigil."

He smiled and nodded, ready to just leave it at that. But a flash in the distance caught his attention. It seemed to catch Nym's attention just as well. Nym raised his blaster, keeping it ready and scanning the area where the flash came from. Vigil kneeled down, pulling out binoculars to look where the flash came from.

"Think we should call it in?" Nym inquired, blaster still up and scanning the treeline. "Could be clankers."

Vigil remained quiet, zooming in closer to the area where he saw the flash. "No. No, I don't think it's them. Flash was too bright to just be a reflection off of metal. I do think I see something, though." He handed the binoculars over to Nym. "Look there. I think there's something just along the edge of the forest. Leaning against a tree."

Nym looked where Vigil indicated, taking a few moments to find it. "Well, whatever it is, it definitely isn't a shrub." Nym adjusted the focus more, in an attempt to make out what was there. "I think… I think that's a person."

Vigil's eyes widened under his helm, double taking between the supposed person and Nym. He unholstered his blaster cautiously, "What are they doing?"

"Nothing, just sitting there." Nym paused for a moment, taking the binoculars away from his face and turning to his brother. "I think they're unconscious."

"Could be a trap done by some clankers," Vigil offered. It was highly unlikely but things like this would set off alarms in anyone's head, he figured.

"One way to find out. Let's go." Nym started to walk away from his post before Vigil grabbed his arm.

"We should at least report it," he said as he let go of Nym's arm once he stopped walking away. "Besides, you can't just abandon your post. We'll get someone down there, just probably not you."

Nym heaved a sigh. "Yeah, of course, can't risk missing anything important that might happen from our lovely sentry post." He continued his sarcastic babble as he walked off, progressively getting quieter before coming to a standstill.

Vigil rolled his eyes before comming his CO. "Commander Jack, sir, Nym and I have spotted someone on the forest's perimeter. While they don't seem to be a threat, it's concerning that they have yet to move."

There from a momentary pause from the other end of the comm. "Do you think it could be a civilian?"

Vigil thought for a moment. It's possible, but the base was so far off from any towns, cities, or villages that it made the possibility slim. But it was definitely a person, that was for sure. "Could be a civilian or the worst spy that the Separatists could come up with. Either way, I believe we should send someone to pick them up."

Another pause. "I'll have you lead Ramses, Danse, and Daer to where they are. At the very least, if it's a trap you'll be able to stand a chance."

The clone kept himself from groaning, managing a "Yes, sir" before cutting the comm. He made his way to where he knew he'd meet the small squad, feeling more tired than before. Though he desperately wanted sleep, a clones duty was neverending.

The squad set out of the base to find whoever it was the was sitting on the perimeter.

"They're still there, right?" Vigil commed Nym.

A moment passed as, what Vigil assumed to be, Nym looking for where they were before. "Still there and still hasn't moved an inch."

Vigil cut the comm as one of his brothers started talking. It was Ramses. "So, how did you and Nym manage to spot someone so far away from your post?"

"What, don't believe I'm that good of a sentry?" Vigil joked. It received very little reaction from his brothers that he could hear. "There was a flash of light that we both of saw almost out of the corner of our eyes. When we looked more closely, we could see someone just sitting there, against one of the trees."

Ramses nodded, not that his older brother could see him as Vigil led the squad to their destination..

They squad readies their blasters as the closed in on the area. What Nym and Vigil had spotted was definitely a person. They appeared small slumped against the tree, more so in the too-large light colored button up. Their head was tilted to the side at an uncomfortable angle. The black knit cap on their head did little to keep the wild dark brown curls under any form of control.

Vigil knelt down next to them, pressing his fingers to their neck to locate a pulse. It was beating quietly, normally he would assume. The important thing was that they weren't a corpse just sitting out here.

"I'm guessing we're taking them back to base," Daer said, finding it fit to holster his weapon and walk over to Vigil and the assumed civilian. He looked them over from where he was standing and noticed their lack of shoes. "If they came from somewhere, I doubt they could've gotten far barefoot. Their feet don't even look dirty enough for them to have been walking long, if they were walking at all."

Vigil looked at the civilians feet, quietly noting that Daer was right. Their feet didn't even look red, let alone have dirt on them. He put his hand firmly on their shoulder, giving a gentle shake to see if they would wake up. After a few more shaking attempts to wake them, he decided they weren't going to anytime soon.

"They're one heavy sleeper," Daer commented.

"If they're not waking up, pick them up and let's head back to the base," Ramses said as he walked over to them, Danse following behind. The two of them still had their blasters out, their focus more on the forest than them.

Vigil sighed to himself, holstering his blaster rifle on his back. He pushed his arms under their knees and behind their back, slowly picking them up. Their head lolled back into an even more uncomfortable position, but even that didn't seem to disturb their sleep, even as it bounced slightly during their walk back to the base. If he hadn't checked the pulse himself, Vigil would've been certain that they were dead.

As they were walking back, the thought of how they were able to remain unconscious while in such an uncomfortable position flitted across his mind. Must've been one hell of a knock out, he mused silently.

Their arrival back at base was met by Commander Jack. He glanced over the unconscious civilian. "I'm assuming she's alive, since you've bought her back here."

Vigil answer with a short and concise, "Yes, sir." As he was about to question what they would do with the person in his arms, Commander Jack beat him to it.

"Take her to the medbay, have Kix look her over to make sure she isn't sick or carrying anything." Without waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel and walked away.

With the kid starting to feel heavy in his arms, he bid goodbye to his brothers and began the trek over to the med bay.