The Tales of Clan Danakar

Ch 3: Verde

Years later, on Kamino, Bric and El-Les aren't the only mercenaries training clones...and this one cares about the clones a lot...probably more than she should.
Mando'a:
Verde=soldiers

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976 FGR

~3rd person P.O.V.~

A group of clone cadets are training in the simulator while their instructors watch with interest, looking for errors. "Weak." The Siniteen drawls to no one in particular. There's a sigh from a few feet away and he turns to face his partner, El-Les. "You are so negative Bric, they are doing very well." The Siniteen known as Bric grumbles "Doesn't change the fact that they're weak."

He hears someone walk up behind him, their voice is somehow light and gruff at the same time "And they say I'm hard to please." Bric rolls his eyes "Nobody asked you Beroya." The woman in question steps up to stand beside the 2 bounty hunters "No one had to. You're the one who's calling my cadets weak." He huffs again "They are. You're just too attached to them to see it."

"Am I? Or are you too blind to see how they've grown?" He rolls his eyes but ignores her. The three of them had been among the many mercenaries hired by the Kaminoans to oversee the training of the clone army for the Republic. El-Les helped train specialty troopers (scout, heavy, ARC, etc.), Bric helped train clone commanders, and Beroya helped train the normal troopers (& commandos on occasion).

All 3 worked to train the clones in small and large group tactics. El-Les was known among the clones for being firm with his instructions but fair when they struggled or failed. Bric was known to be harsh and unforgiving when clones struggled, but he would push them to be great (the tough love sort).

But Beroya? She was demanding of the clones and strict in her instructions, but if a clone struggled with anything, she would train with them one-on-one until they were better at it than anyone else. No one questioned why the Kaminoans hired Beroya. According to rumor, she would have agreed to train them for free if she didn't need the money.

To her, she was not training them to be soldiers...she was training them to be warriors. She chuckles at Bric "As much as I'd love to argue with you Bric, I have better things to do. I just came to check on them." She nods to El-Les. "El-Les." He nods "Beroya." With that, she turns and leaves the observation deck. Bric and El-Les watch her leave in silence.

She strides down the halls of the very clean and round architecture of the clone training compound. The Kaminoans that she passes either give her a small nod in acknowledgement, or ignore her entirely. She doesn't care. She rarely gives the Kaminoans anything more in passing. She prefers the company of the clones over the Kaminoans anyway.

Perhaps that is because she, like them, was raised to be a warrior. She makes her way to the training rooms, her boots making dull thuds on the floor with each step. She enters the shooting range first, striding past the weapon check-in table and to the lane she uses every day. She draws her payment for training the clones, the DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System (ICWS).

The gun is exclusive for clone commandos and officers. It has three different configurations. Each configuration is designed for a different enemy or battle scenario. There's the assault rifle/carbine configuration, good for shooting several enemies in quick succession at mid- to close-range.

There's the sniper configuration, good for taking down enemies from over 1500 feet away with two zoom options on the scope. Lastly is the anti-armor grenade launcher configuration, good for taking down armored droids, vehicles, heavily fortified enemies, and anyone else with an over-developed ego. She loves this gun, and insisted on getting as much ammunition for each configuration as she desires.

Having one gun to do the job of 3 saves her the hassle of carrying multiple guns. She puts the gun into its carbine configuration and steps up to the line, taking aim at the targets and blasting them to pieces in quick succession. After some time of blowing up targets, she puts the carbine away and pulls out her sidearm, a Westar 34 pistol.

She proceeds to blast a nice hole in the heads of each target that the simulator puts in front of her. She checks the time and puts her guns in their holsters, heading for the door. Shehas a training session with the troopers soon. She has been instructed to teach them how to enter a building with guards present. Infiltration tactics. She smiles as an idea comes to her.

She enters the simulation room to find the clones already gathered in their training armor. "Alllright!" She yells, drawing the word out like she heard her mother do so many times when training recruits. The clones quickly fall in line, standing at attention before her. She is very grateful that their armor is colored and numbered by their training squad, or else she'd have a hard time telling any of them apart.

Especially since they're all clones of the same person. The Kaminoans insist that the cadets keep their faces free of facial hair and that their hair is in an identical, military short, flat-top. She hates that the clones can't be individuals. She knows how important it is to let people be individuals. After all, individuals are what make up an army.