Star Wars The Clone Wars: The 444th CST Battalion

Welcome to the 444th

A/N: Alright, this might be like kinda shit while I'm still figuring things out, but stick with me here, I'm learning

Normal speech: "Hello there..."

Loud speech: "WATCH THOSE WRIST ROCKETS"

Angy spech: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE, YOU DAMN CON?"

Internal comms(Between CST-3342 and Phoenix and for the "recordings"): {"You ever wonder why we're here?"} {"No, because I know that you're here for war crimes and I'm just along for the ride"}

External comms: <<Strider 1, Fox 2>>

Whispering, quietly complaining, grumbling: "grumble, grumble, grumbldy grumble"

Thoughts: 'So if one smol boi in yellow ship added to a trade federation donut ship and a shit load of battle droids is equal to one smol boi in a yellow ship, not donut ship, and no battle droids, what the fuck were the rest of the pilots doing? Also, what the hell did Naboo do with those droids?'

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In a prison somewhere in the unknown regions near republic controlled space

23 BBY

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???: {"RECORDING SOFTWARE ONLINE, HELMET MIC AND CAMS ACTIVE"}

???: {"Damnit Phoenix, not so loud. You're in my head, I don't need you yelling in there"}

Phoenix: {"Apologies, I..."}

Bon Gad: Alright you filthy cons, we're landing.

???: "Ugly ass man spider..."

That's Bon Gad. Disgusting bastards in charge of our illegal army, the oh so perfect 444th. He's an ugly motherfucker too. Cyber modded Harch, does nothing to help anyone's arachnophobia, just can't tell if his mods make him look better or worse. Being perfectly honest, a little slicing and dicing of his bits and pieces would be fun, I won...

Phoenix: {"Don't do it (yet), wait till the war comes. Also, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"}

???: {"Oh yeah, I forgot about that, thanks for the reminder Nyx"}

Phoenix: {"You're welcome, but please get back on track"}

???: {"Yes ma'am"}

*Phoenix's avatar proceeds to face palm*

CST-3342: {"Right, so anyways I'm [REDACTED] [REDACTED], also known as ConScript Trooper 3342 and that guy who's to high to die. I'm here as a part of the 444th because of a couple of small crimes"}

Phoenix: {"Those weren't small and you know it"}

CST-3342: {"Fine, I'm here because I may or may not have committed a [REDACTED] or two, because I was involved with some [REDACTED], and because of my personal slug thrower was illegal because it "didn't follow the Republic's codes." How the hell was I supposed to know that those security dumbasses didn't know the first thing about slug throwers and thought that the safety was the option to switch to stun. Anyways, you can suck it now assholes, I've got access to bigger and better toys now all thanks to your tax dollars. Anyways, I've gotta go now, need to get acquainted with my squad and what not soon."}

<{Time Skip}>

CST-3342: 'Alright, so this is awkward'

I'm currently in my squads "barracks," which is a ferrocrete box with five bunkbeds in it and an empty crate that's both bolted and welded to the floor in the middle of the room, and it's all people I know or know of in one way or another.