CC chats

Departure

It was a stormy night on the watery planet of Kamino and the residents of Topica City were feeling it. The hangars had been closed for nearly four hours and the Acclamators were waiting in the atmosphere to come and collect the troops. Deep within the multitude of barracks and training simulators, a handful of commanders met in secret to discuss an urgent matter.

"Brothers, we did it! We are finally soldiers of the Republic." Bly exclaimed, receiving multiple hushes from Fox, Thorn and Gree. If Alpha-17, their primary instructor, found out about this little get-together, he would be furious. These clones were trained to be superior to the rest of the GAR, they were meant to lead their brothers into the worst theatres of war against the droid forces of the Separatist. Because of this, their call tags were not the standard CT (Clone Trooper), rather; they were identified using CC, meaning Clone Commander.

"So, Cody, why did you call this meeting?" Wolffe asked his oldest vod. Though they were all born within a few days of each other, they had an unofficial hierarchy between them growing up. Cody was technically the oldest and thus was in charge, Fox and Bly came next. Lastly came Wolffe, Gree and Thorn, who were born only two days after Fox and Bly. "Brothers, we are about to leave for war and the chances we ever see each other all together is slim to none. So, let's make a commander's group chat where we can all just stay in touch and communicate with each other as the war goes on."

"Agreed, there is so much we could discuss like who our generals are, our experiences with the Separatists and just integrating into the rest of our units." Gree proclaimed from on top of his sleep pod, spurring nods of approval from his fellow batchmates. It didn't take long for all the commanders to give Cody their comm channel numbers and security codes.

Creating a double encrypted channel that even most slicers wouldn't dare try to access, Cody invited everyone to the group chat after restricting it to everyone who didn't have a Top Secret clearance code. Suddenly, all of the commanders in the room got a ping on their commlinks; the storm had cleared up and the Acclamators were taking their shot to come down to the planet's surface. Getting the green light for deployment, the clones put on their helmets and loaded their rifles before shaking each other's hands one last time. Bidding their farewells, the men exited the room with heads held high as they marched headfirst into the war they were bred for.

And so, the group chat was born...