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A/N so this is my first time doing any serious writing so bear with me.
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Clone Effect
Prolog
"Father. Will you tell me a story?" Asked my daughter. I turned and looked at her. She was 8 years old. Had long dark brown hair and light brown eyes, with a few freckles scattered across her nose. I moved from my position at the door to the foot of her bed.
I crossed my arms over my chest and replied. "And what story would you like me to tell ad'ika(1)?"
"Tell me about the wars you fought in." She asked sitting up in her bed.
"Oh I don't think you want to hear about those stories." I replied walking around to the side of her bed. "How about I tell you about how I met your mother."
"Does it have fighting in it." She asked looking up at me innocently.
I chuckled at that. "Yes dear it has fighting in it." I responded. I sat down on her bed and put my feet up on it. She curled up on my side and I put my arm around her as I have done so many times before when I tell her a bed time story.
"Are you ready?
"Yes." She replied.
"Are you comfortable"
"Yes."
"Are you sleepy
"Dad will you get on with it."
"Okay okay. Now this story takes place a long time ago. In a galaxy far far away.
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Clone Effect
Chapter 1
Introductions
Many years earlier
Planet: unknown.
Time: 2100 hours' planet time.
G-day + 2 years
In one of the galaxy's cities, a speeder is racing thought the sky. Its passengers are four brothers in the same armor but all differently colored.
-zzz Dogma squad this is dogma actual check in zzz- Buzzed my com unit.
-zzz This is Dogma lead checking in advisor zzz- Responded Camo. He was our squad leader. Got his name by camouflaging everything he had in training. Well as best as he could in tipoca city. He had a different training Sargent than me. He is a good leader and soldier. Not much else to him other than that.
-zzz Eta on arrival and status on the package zzz-
-zzz We're five klicks out, eta ten minutes. The package is secure zzz-
-zzz Copy that dogma lead, extraction is waiting zzz-
-zzz Copy advisor, dogma out zzz-
Camo looked at me and then to our brother who was piloting the speeder.
"Reaper pedal the floor. Let's get off this rock." He ordered.
"Yes sir." He responded and engaged the throttle pushing the speeder to its limits. Reaper, he was our close courters combat and tech specialist. Notorious among our brothers for causing mayhem on tipoca city's systems. Nothing was safe from him, nothing. It annoyed our training sergeant to no end. He got his name reaper for the killing rooms, often going in alone and coming out unscathed. Nothing survived when he when he went in. He's also a little demented. Obsessed with death. Maybe that's why he painted a skull on his chest plate when he finally got a hold of some black paint. Our training sergeant worried about him, so do I to be honest. We had the same training sergeant. I turned around in my seat to look at my four brother.
"Scope, how is he doing." Asking our medic and sniper. He is on the high end of the spectrum when it comes to shooting and there is nobody better to put you back together. His armor is painted red with a syringe on the left pauldron. He had the same training Sergeant as Camo. Don't know who they had. Me and Reaper had Rav Bralor as our training sergeant.
"His ear drums have burst and he has a mild concussion from the blast but other than that he is ok. He isn't dying today." Responded Scope.
"I guess the breaching charge wasn't too close after all." Butted in Camo.
"So it seems." I replied. I'm not sure why but something was off. I don't know what it is and is affecting my performance. I made a rookie mistake placing the breaching charge to close to the target. It should have killed him.
"You ok vod(2)?" asked Reaper. Out of my brothers he was the closest to me. We been in some nasty shit together and if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here today and vice versa.
"I will be. Something just seems off lately and I figure it out. We can talk more aboard the liberator." This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have in front of the rest of the squad. We were brothers, just not very close ones. Didn't always get along but command don't care just as long as we got the job done. We didn't like each other but we were an effective team non the less.
"Whatever you say. It wasn't you alright you didn't know he would be that close to the door ok." He said finishing our conversation as we pulled up to the larty. Nothing is better to see at the end of a mission than a larty. Me and Reaper hopped out of speeder and moved to receive the prisoner from Camo and Scope. He was still unconscious so we didn't have to worry about him putting up a fight. We both took one of his arms and dragged him to the larty. His fine clothes covered in mud, dust and other thing that would forever ruin the fine fabric. He was a politician that had strong ties to the separatists. We had watching for the better part of a month collecting intel and making plans. I hate those jobs. Me and Reaper tossed him in the larty and climbed in followed closely by Camo and Scope. The doors slid close and I planted a boot on of targets chest incase the poor bastard did wake up. The gunship lifted off the ground and moved thought the planet's atmosphere until it reached spaced. It shook and rattled the whole way up. And within its hull four brother all stood holding the hand rails in silence. The mission was a success. But it had the eerie silence of a failed mission. The gunship docked with the liberator and the four commandos left leaving the clone troopers to take care of the prisoner. I walked through the halls of the republic ship headed for my bunk along with my brothers. I needed a cold shower to wash away the day's mistakes. Finally we reached our room and was delighted to see it was the same way we left it. Meaning none of the troopers snuck into out room to see if they could steal anything they could sell next time they were on leave. As commandos we acquire items to help us on our missions. Some more valuable than other. But all are sellable. I tossed my DC on the top bunk along with my helmet and dropped my pack in the floor as I began to take off my kit. First my gauntlets. Then my upper arm and then my pauldrons.
"Reaper, mind helping me with my back." I asked clicking off the buckles that attached my back plate to my chest.
"No problem" he replied as I felt the piece lift of my body. I removed my chest plate and put it down next to the rest of my kit and reaper set my back down next to my chest.
"Vor'e(3)."
"My turn." He said and turned around. I took hold of the plate and lifted it off him. I set it down with the rest of his kit. All clones can put their armor on and take it off by themselves, but it is easier with help. I returned to finish taking off my own armor. First my belt, next the codpiece, then my thighs, then the shins and last my boots. I peeled off the black body suite and walked into the fresher. I turned on the shower and stepped in letting the cold water wash over me. I couldn't tell you how long I was in there. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with the towel. I walked back into the room to only find Reaper in there cleaning his rifle.
"Where are the other two?" I asked putting on some of duty clothes.
"Went to go get food." He responded.
"Ok, you hungry?"
"Ya I am. But my rifle needs cleaned first."
"I'll bring you a tray and you eat here."
"Sounds good."
"While I do that will you go down to the requisitions officer and get some paint so I touch up my armor."
"Food for paint. Deal." He responded and got up. We both walked out of the room and went our separate ways. I returned 15 minutes later with two tray of the republics finest food. Mush. I found the room empty so I set reapers try down and I started eating. He walked in about five minutes later holding three cans of black, blue and green paint.
"Your food is cold." I said with my mouth half full.
"Don't matter. It tastes like shit hot or cold." He responded setting down the green and blue paint along with a couple of brushes.
"Vor'e(3)." I said before I finishing my plate. I set the tray aside and grabbed the green paint as well as my helmet. Opening the paint, I set to touching up my armor. My helmet was green with the cheeks blue along with two strips of blue on the top. The rest of my kit is mostly green with blue ascents. After an hour of painting I was finished. By now slicer and camo and rejoined us and began to work on their own kits. Next I striped down my DC and began to clean it.
"Briefing tomorrow at 0600." Spoke camo breaking the silence.
"Where are they sending us on now." I asked still cleaning my rifle.
"Demo op. We are on route now to the system."
"At least it's not a snatch and grab again." Interjected Reaper who was working on his skull paint.
"True." I replied to him. "I'm gonna get some sleep. See you guys un the morning" I climbed into the top bunk and pulled the covers over me. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. Took even less time before the nightmares if geonosis plagued my mind.
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Mandalorian words
1: ad'ika - kid, lad, boy, sweetie, darling, son, daughter, child
2: vod - brother, sister, comrade
3: Vor'e - "Thanks"