Shorts Wars: The Clone Chronicles

Chapter 4

mogswamps pov

Mogswamp was going through reports.

Well he was almost always going through reports, if not when he's attending meetings, organizing missions, making sure that all the equipment was at least decent, checking in on new recruits, well- recruits in general, and making videos. He sighed, It had been what? 3 months since the whole Court Case? And here he is, still running the whole damn Resistance..

He honestly didn't fully know why he kept it going, all he knew is that he gave everyone the choice of leaving. Most people did- wanting to return to their lives, dwindling 900 down to roughly 100. He didn't blame them, hell at the court case he puzzled over dispaning the resistance again and again the whole time.

Then the whole Preston prime stuff happened. That- that whole fight was the reason that made something click. When he watched that one Cdot dude slice Preston, he felt this urge to not let this happen again, no not Preston dying, but to make sure this whole Shorts Wars thing doesn't happen again.

And so He watched as the resistance grew over the next few months, slowly and steadily making its way up to around 400 members. He made sure missions could go as smoothly as possible, he made sure all the equipment was working and he made sure to be reasonable but firm. Mog had to say it, He was proud of this fact. But.. he had to admit it- only to himself.. It was really stressful.

He shook his head, setting aside a patrol report. He couldn't be thinking about this now, he had to finish reading these reports! Not think about the past. He needed to think about the present. It's not like he can change the past.

He let out a breath as he finished reading the last report and decided to go to sleep. He stood up, stretching slightly and silently walked down the stairs to his bedroom. He opened the door and slipped in, locking it before laying down with a sigh. He turned to his back and stared up at the white ceiling.

As the clock on the wall ticked the time away, Mog's thoughts started to wander.

Was keeping The Resistance operational a good idea? Was it safe? He tried to make sure it was safe but what if someone died? What would happen? Would he find the body.. Or would someone else? How would he explain it to everyone? Is he making the right decisions? He hoped he was.

What happens if he leads everyone into a trap? Would they forgive him? Probably not. What would happen if a new threat emerges? Would they be ready? Would he be ready? He tossed and turned, willing himself to stop thinking as he drifted to sleep.

Then the dreams began.