Fragments of the Myriad Mind

Jungle

CT-9279 crept as quietly as he could through the foliage. On this distant moon, there wasn't much foliage to creep through, but the jungle of giant fungi had threats that didn't need to hide in underbrush.

One of his brothers screamed as a flying serpent camouflaged as a mushroom stalk attacked the clones. The large snake mauled three troopers before it was gunned down. CT-9279 didn't question orders, but this moon seemed like a waste of time. He knew they were there for a reason, but that reason had been hidden by his general, the Jedi Knight Master Zelina, along with the announcement that there was a report of an infiltrator in their mists. General Zelina was new to the war - he had heard that she had just been granted the rank of master - but then again, so was he.

Since Zelina was inexperienced, along with basically her whole division, Commander Mon was sent to advise her. From what CT-9279 knew, Commander Mon fought in the Battle of Genenosis, then was deployed to the planet Mon Calamari to ease feuds between the Mon Calamari and the Quorren. While serving as a captain there, his oxygen tank was punctured in a Quorren ambush and he almost drowned. He survived, but had permanent lung problems. He was a brilliant strategist, though, and so he got a promotion and was helping General Zelina do what ever it was they were doing on this hostile moon.

They had yet to encounter any Separatists, so the only thing the clones had fought had been the strange wild life. They lost more men than they should have to those monsters. The clones in CT-9279's batch were trained to fight clankers, not carnivorous bugs.

Getting picked off one at a time by strange beasts and being suspicious of his brothers was not what CT-9279 had in mind when he left Kamino. So, after a long day of marching, he was glad to hear that a Separatist outpost had been spotted by one of the scouts. As the clones went about setting up camp, CT-9279 sought out Gears.

He found him where he expected. CT-9278, known as Gears among his squad, had a knack for making things. In his free time, he could be found tinkering with his blaster, or admiring the Republic tanks and speeders. CT-9279 made his way to Gears, seeing that Fists was there as well.

"Hey, Sights!" Gears greeted. In his squad, CT-9279 was known has 'Sights. ' During training, CT-9279 had been known to make shots others had thought impossible, earning him the name Sights.

"Hello, brother." Sights said in response.

"I was just talking to Fists about you. You said you wanted your gun to get the
10-10 Tweak, right?" Gears said.

"As a joke," Sights replied, taking off his helmet. Gears already had his off, and had placed it on a speeder bike's seat. Fists kept his on. Fists preferred to stay professional, even when they were on an uninhabited moon in the middle of no where. Fists, officially CT-9277, had a strong sense of duty and devotion to the Republic, and firmly believed that the image the Republic was represented through it's Grand Army. He always kept his armor polished and helmet on, as if a citizen of Corresont could see him, thousands of parsecs away in the Outer Rim.

"Altering your blaster could be very dangerous to you and your comrades. I was rying to convince CT-9278 to stop his little hobby, lest I turn him in to the Captain." Fists lectured.

"I said it as a joke, Fists. It was nice during training, but the threat of misfiring is more real out here." Sights said.

"I'd prefer if you would call me by my code." Fists said firmly.

Sights sighed. Fists could be boring sometimes, even frustrating, but he was handy to have in a fight. He got his nickname from his proficiency in hand-to-hand combat. He hoped someday to be a body guard to the Supreme Chancellor, but Sights knew it was highly unlikely.



To be continued