CT-7723 -a Star Wars Story-

Geonosian Battlefront

Condor took a deep breath, ready to lead his men into their first real battle. The anticipation and resolve were palpable in the room. He knew that their unity and training would be put to the test in ways they could hardly imagine.

"Platoon, attention!" Condor's command was met with the synchronized snap of thirty-six boots hitting the deck. He felt the weight of his role settle comfortably on his shoulders as he looked over his men. These were his brothers, his responsibility, and he was ready to guide them through the unknown.

"Sergeants," Condor called out. Brawl, Slice, Tank, and Sparks stepped forward, saluting crisply.

"Ready your squads for deployment," Condor ordered. "We're to establish a perimeter in front of the arena structure on Geonosis. Expect heavy resistance from the native Geonosians. They're skilled engineers and fierce defenders of their territory. We have no intel on their exact numbers or capabilities, so stay alert and adaptable."

"Yes, sir!" the sergeants responded in unison.

Condor turned to the rest of the platoon. "You heard the orders. This mission is crucial for the success of the Republic's efforts. We are the vanguard, the first wave to secure the ground for our forces. Trust in your training, trust in your equipment, and most importantly, trust in each other. We are the Republic's shield and sword."

The platoon responded with a collective, "Yes, sir!"

"Move out!" Condor commanded.

The platoon sprang into action, the sergeants leading their squads with practiced efficiency. Gear was checked, weapons were primed, and final preparations were made. Condor could see the determination in their eyes, each clone focused and ready.

As they moved toward the deployment bay, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. The clank of armor and the hum of machinery provided a soundtrack to their march. They filed into the landing craft, their movements precise and disciplined, the culmination of rigorous training and unyielding resolve.

The sirens of the Venator-class Star Destroyer wailed, signaling the imminent exit from hyperspace. The sound reverberated through the ship, a call to arms that quickened every heartbeat. Condor oversaw his squads as they boarded the gunships, the sirens echoing in the background. His eyes, sharp as ever, swept over his men, ensuring everyone was in place and ready for the mission ahead.

"Sergeant Brawl, is your squad ready?" Condor's voice cut through the clamor, steady and authoritative.

Brawl, already in the gunship, turned and saluted. "Ready and waiting, sir!"

Condor gave a satisfied nod. "Excellent. Hold tight. We'll be planet-side in no time."

He stepped into the gunship, the familiar hum of the engines beneath his feet and the controlled chaos of a battle-ready platoon all around him. The gunship's doors sealed shut with a hiss, and the interior lights flickered on, casting a determined glow on the faces of the clones inside.

"Attention, all units," came the voice of Commander Gree over the comms. "Prepare for atmospheric entry. LZ is hot. Expect heavy resistance."

Condor looked at his men, their expressions hidden behind their helmets but their resolve evident in their posture. "You heard the Commander. Stay sharp and stick to the plan."

The gunship shuddered as it detached from the Star Destroyer and plunged toward the surface of Geonosis. The clones inside braced themselves, gripping their weapons and focusing on the task ahead. The descent was rapid, the turbulent atmosphere of Geonosis buffeting the gunship as it hurtled toward the ground.