A/N: Ok here goes nothing!
19 BBY, Kamino
The Imperial shuttle docked at Tipoca City in an ever so rainy day on the planet Kamino. The ramp whirred open, and Sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99 was unceremoniously escorted by Crosshair's Elite squad.
Hunter would have been happy to return home, if not for the Empire. If not for the Empire, the squad would still have Crosshair. Not that it wasn't too late to get him back.
An Imperial officer approached the squad, flanked by 2 more Elites and several more regular troopers. His expression seemed impassive, as if he was used to handling rebellious subjects. Which he probably was from the look of him.
"Where are the rest of them?" The Imperial inquired.
"They'll be here," Crosshair replied. "We'll intercept upon arrival."
The Imperial took a second to register this before taking a step forward, so that he was face to face with Hunter. "So you're the one they call Hunter...? The distraction your squad caused on Ryloth got my attention."
And you're that Imperial officer from Ryloth, aren't you? Hunter wanted to retort. Thunder roared in the distance as he narrowed his eyes at the man. Was he wearing cologne? Who wore cologne on Kamino?
"I leave this to you, Commander," The Imperial said, turning to Crosshair. "Stay on schedule."
Hunter felt someone shove him from behind and walked forward, not wanting to hear the Elite snap at him to move it. The doors to the facility opened, and they began the walk inside. He glanced back at the hangars before the door slammed shut.
He turned his gaze forward again. Things sure were different around here... and not in a good way.
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Perspectives: A collection of star wars stories
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