not a choice

chapter 1: faithful meeting

Im going to rewrite it. Just the whole thing. And i'm cleaning somethings up:

Jacknife is now sharpe. Because jacknife doesn't fit

Instead of their emblem, its going to be their soulmates name tattooed on their skin.

Still debating having the spartans and A.I.

You can still have emblems if you so choose

Main focus is the star wars characters (i.e, the clones and the jedi) but there will be rwby characters

Madee's pov

My master, Jar Turro, and I, were on Plo Koon's ship, the reliever, meeting with plo koon over the next mission. The first mission of the newly formed 422nd assault battalion.

"Now, we attack from two directions, with our legions meeting on the sides, and pushing in towards the objective. If all goes to plan, we should be in control of the factory by the afternoon."

I know i should be paying attention, but I can't help but look around. The hangar we were set up in was busy, as most hangars were. But something really caught my attention.

From behind a gunship, four arc troopers walked into view. Suddenly, before they could do anything, a barrel of water was spilled, straight into their path. They all fell down, looking at each other before laughing.

I took the time to study them. They were all dressed the same, White phase II armor with black markings, ammo punches, black pauldron, and kama blast skirt with holsters. But their faces were all different. They were rugged and tan, but they all had different haircuts. One had a little longer than regulation, with a small beard on his chin. Another had stripes of hair. The third had his head shaven. The last had a regulation haircut. But it was his eyes that drew me in. By the force, his eyes. They were a deep, vibrant shade of green, like two big emeralds. And they were full of light, shining with some form of excitement, and determination.

I thought I felt a small burning on my arm, but I ignored it. I couldn't look away. They were absolutely captivating.

But my thoughts were invaded by my master. "Come on padawan, we should get going." I got off the crate, and looked for the trooper again.

But he was gone.

Sharpe's pov

Reaper, Trap, Kick, and I we're heading to the mess hall, and decided to go through one of the side hangars. Then, one of the water barrels that were being loaded onto the ship fell over, busting open and spilling a puddle right in our way. All four if us slipped, forming wet dog pile of ARC troopers. Much to the astonishment of the scared to death hangar troopers, we started laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

I tried to untangle myself from my brothers. I looked up, and saw the most magnificent sight. Standing a ways from me, standing next to the general, was a girl. She had a green top, with sleeves stopping at her elbow. Her pants were a light brown, and the signature dark brown robe around her shoulders signified she was a Jedi, as was the hilt of a lightsaber. But her face was best. Her skin was a milky white, and looked silky and smooth. She had a small, cute button nose. Her hair was a wavy brown, hanging down a little past her shoulders, yet framing her face perfectly. But her eyes drew me in like one of the plant eating flowers Fives told me about. They were a dark blue, like the waters of an ocean planet. They also simmered, like sunlight going through those same waters.

A third figure, her master most likely, joined them, and they walked off. Them I felt something nudge me, and I look up to find Reaper offering me a hand. I took it, and he helped me up. We found our way to the mess, and after getting our cups of caff, we sat down. If I was hoping for peace and quiet, I was sadly mistaken.

"Boy Jac, you were quite focused on that Jedi girl." Trap started to pester me.

Ignoring the laughter of Kick and Reaper, I responded. "Why is that important?"

"Oh I'm just wondering if our little brothers ready to settle down is all." He said.

"who said anything about settling down?" I asked.

"well, I know how you younger clones like you like have feelings for the first woman you lay eyes on."

"Just because I'm younger doesn't mean I can't kick your ass. and I recall, whenever we go to seventy-nines, you have a few women in your lap. and a few guys too if I remember correctly." I responded.

Reaper and kick were almost dying from laughter. Trap had a defeated look on his face. I allowed myself a smirk.

"ARC squad 48 to the bridge. I repeat, ARC squad 48 to the bridge." The intercom crackled to life. We chugged our caff and ran for the elevator banks.

Thanks for reading. Dont worry compareddread12, it wont be long. As for the rest of you, bring in your ocs! I dont care!