Laser fire, explosions, screaming, bodies, and the enemy advancing. That was all there was when I regained conscience after the explosion. I was fine, but my brothers, their bodies were mangled beyond recognition. I saw my battalion moving forward. I reached for my rifle and as soon as it was in my grasp an invisible force picked me up and carried me to cover. "We need a medic over here!" Anakin said. A clone medic rushed to me and looked over my person. "He's alright! No injuries!" The medic yelled out. My Captain came up to me and helped me up. "Come on brother your still in this fight! We can do this." I got up and ran to cover and began to shoot at the incoming droid forces. 7 in every 10 shots I fired hit their mark. A clone that I knew as Ct-1467 stood up and motioned for us to charge as his helmet was shot off and he dropped dead. The combined forces of the 212th and 501st along with their Jedi Generals charged into the droid army. I ran in the middle of the charge so I was relatively safe. I watched helplessly as a clone trooper in desperation punched a droid and screamed out in pain before being shot down. As the Jedi cut down the droids with their lightsabres, the droids were shooting us down with their blasters.
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Not just another number
FanfictionCt-2930 was an ordinary clone trooper in the 501st under the command of Jedi General Anikan Skywalker. During the battle of Christophsis, he met Ashoka Tano, Jedi Padawan. He suddenly finds a new reason to fight, for her
