Star Wars The Clone Wars: The 444th CST Battalion

Boots on the Ground: Geonosis part 1

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, long range: <<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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Hyperspace

22 BBY

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Phoenix: {"Recording software online, helmet mic and cams active"}

CST-3342: {"Thanks Nyx."}

Alright, so the 444th is being sent into combat, and we're inbound to an undisclosed location, but were going to be putting boots on the ground soon-ish.

After the initial round of training, the group got a bit separated, but we still mostly work as a group when possible. Command did put a buddy system in place, so that's nice, but they're waiting until after the fight to solidify things. Qyk and Noksird got moved to another squad, but that's it in terms of more permanent changes. Nenla got moved to be a field medic, but she's still on the team. Scrap Queen got moved to engineering, no big surprise. She still fights, but she's modded her armor so that it's lighter and she's got a shield generator in a backpack that didn't officially make it to production because the higher ups don't trust her to work her magic.

But the key word is officially.

She's been working on making some more to give to the battalion's medics, with Nenla helping her out with it, because even though we're all scum here, we have a code. 

We get locked up together, we live together, we fight together, we die together.

Everyone who knows about the 444th knows that the chances of our survival is slim at best, so we do our best to not kill each other, so we cover our people till the end. Fuck the Republic, fuck the enemy, we ain't doin' this for them. We fight for each other. We fight for our homes, for our families, for our friends. You insult one of us, we ignore you. You hit one of us, we hit back. You even think about attack our homes or hurting our friends, families, and loved ones, we don't just kill you. We kill your mind, your body, your soul. Depending on the severity of the action, we'll tear down everything you hold dear and make you watch as it burns down around you.

One advantage of not being expected to survive and working with and even developing experimental weapons is that you have to build your own blaster of find someone to do it for you. But they don't ever look at what we make with the parts and materials that we have unless we're submitting an experimental design.

Which is the situation with my weapons, which got to the point where they were taken into consideration and live testing was done, but they didn't get further than that because of shit like plasma being "too dangerous," the recoil suppression and firing system being "too complicated," "why the hell would you ever need a 'droid' to help with a sniper," and giving that heavy of a rifle to the masses is "too dangerous" for the NT-242-a2 prototype that I made and tested with Linn, Avril, Kkh'ukr, and, surprisingly, Nik. Little bastard has stopped trying to scam anyone in the 444th out of anything(except for the oh so high and mighty higherup, cause fuck 'em), but is the guy to go to when you need a hard to find part or resource.