The Clone Rebellion

Bad Tidings

With the return of the Canal, Galle and Surge gathered the rebel troopers they had been training with and began making their way back towards the rebel HQ. It was a mostly quiet walk as the Rebel lieutenant still wasn't to happy about his defeat but Galle didn't care. He taught these Rebels a lesson that they needed to learn and that's all he cared about.

The woods brought a settling peaceful feeling as the group walked. Creatures hummed with life & walked about their life unworried about the war. Why should they worry? The empire wasn't going to enslave them, they got to live their life without worry of a government ruling their lives. After a few more minutes of walking Milo finally broke the silence.

"I think we need more training like this, the clones seem to know a lot." Milo stated.

"We don't need them." Harmon stated. "Your training is more then enough for the war to come."

"If you believe that then your men are doomed under your command." Galle retorted.

Harmon turned & threw a right hook at Galle who easily dodged the attack & placed a jab into the lieutenant's gut. Immediately Harmon collapsed to his knees wheezing for a moment before pushing himself up & lunging at Galle. The two officers fell to the ground rolling in the dirt as punches & kicks were thrown in between the two of them. Despite a the ongoing fight, the other rebel soldiers snapped to attention followed shortly by Surge as a small troop cart approached with both Avar & Mothma aboard. Their only guard was the driver which was a standard rebel trooper by the looks of it.

"I take it someone isn't fond of the outcome that came out?" Mothma asked seemingly slightly amused.

Quickly pushing himself off of Galle, Harmon took a couple steps back & gave a quick salute before going to attention himself. His chest was rising at a rapid pace as he was forcing himself to slow his breathing as his tongue licked his lips as he tried to speak but couldn't find the words to say.

"I asked you a question lieutenant." Mothma stated.

"Yes ma'am! Sorry ma'am!" Harmon huffed. "Commander Galle believes are men aren't capable of winning this fight & that my training specifically isn't the best."

"Well what was the result of your little exercise?" Mothma asked seemingly already knowing the answer.

"It was a loss, we'd only been able to take down one of the clones after heavy losses & then the rest were picked off forcing me to yield." Harmon explained.

"Then it seems Commander Galle is correct." Mothma stated.

"But Senator! You expect me to train children to fight a man's war!" Harmon protested.

"Commander Galle how old are you?" Mothma asked.

"Thirty-four physically ma'am due to accelerated aging." Galle replied.

"That makes Commander Galle two years younger then sergeant Milo. Commander Galle & his fellow clones were bred to fight & die for a galaxy that never would have wanted them if it wasn't for the war. From birth they were trained to fight, subject to worse condition then I wish for anyone but if they can learn then you can teach." Mothma explained.

"If you'll allow Senator, I can dispatch men to assist in the training of your soldiers." Galle stated.

"We can discuss that later but right now Avar wishes to speak with us." Mothma replied.

"Yes ma'am." Galle replied.

As her cart began its return to base a couple of old LAATs landed in the area allowing for the rebels, Galle, & Surge to climb aboard. The familiar vibration of the Gunship as they took off flooded Galle's mind of his many missions during the clone wars, with his true identity out they'd been returning more & more. Each of them ending in the order that destroyed the Republic.