CT-7723-39 -a Star Wars Story-

Battle Commencement

As the morning roll call commenced, the tension among the cadets was palpable, each one eagerly awaiting their fate. Jedi General Ti, overseeing the clone production, stepped forward with an air of authority, her presence commanding the attention of all present.

"In accordance with the schedule," General Ti announced, her voice steady and sure, "the order for the lieutenant cadets' final exams has been determined."

Condor held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited to hear his name called. He glanced at Sweets, offering a reassuring smile as they exchanged a brief nod of solidarity.

"CT-6899-49 you will be the 24th to undergo the examination," General Ti declared, her gaze lingering on the young cadet with a mix of expectation and encouragement.

Sweets nodded, his expression determined as he stepped forward to accept the challenge. Condor watched with a sense of pride, knowing that his friend would rise to the occasion with grace and skill.

"And CT-7723-39, you will follow shortly after," General Ti continued, turning her attention to Condor with a nod of acknowledgment.

Condor felt a surge of anticipation coursing through him, his determination solidifying into resolve. He would face the trials ahead with courage and fortitude, knowing that he had trained tirelessly for this moment.

With the order of the exams established, the cadets prepared themselves mentally and physically for the challenges that lay ahead. As Sweets stepped forward to begin his examination, Condor stood at attention, his senses sharpened and his mind focused on the task ahead.

As the day progressed, Condor watched as his fellow cadets tackled the trials with determination and skill, each one pushing themselves to their limits in pursuit of excellence. With each success and setback, Condor gleaned valuable insights that would serve him well when his turn came to face the final exam.

As Sweets prepared to take on the exam, Condor could see the nervous energy radiating from his friend. Sensing Sweets' apprehension, Condor approached him with a reassuring smile.

"You've got this, Sweets," Condor said, his voice filled with confidence. "You've trained hard for this moment, and I know you'll excel."

Sweets glanced at Condor, his expression a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. "Thanks, Condor," he replied, his voice tinged with nervousness. "I just hope I don't mess up. The pressure is intense."

Condor placed a supportive hand on Sweets' shoulder. "I understand how you feel," he said empathetically. "But remember, you're not alone in this. We're all rooting for you, and no matter what happens, we'll be here to support you."

Sweets nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thanks, Condor," he said, his confidence bolstered by his friend's words. "I'll give it my all."

With a final nod of encouragement, Condor watched as Sweets stepped forward to face the challenges of the exam. As his friend embarked on his journey.

Condor couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous energy coursing through him as he waited for his turn. His mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more daunting than the last. What if he faltered under pressure? What if he made a critical mistake? The weight of the unknown hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of doubt over his confidence.

But amid the uncertainty, Condor found solace in the camaraderie of his fellow cadets. Their unwavering support and encouragement served as a beacon of strength, reminding him that he was not alone in this journey.

As the minutes ticked by, Condor focused his attention inward, channeling his fears into a steely determination. He had come too far to let doubt derail his dreams. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead, ready to face whatever trials awaited him with courage and resilience.