Star Wars: A Lost Trooper

C2

I awake in a dark room, and my wrist is killing me. I look down at it, and it looks infected. I hear a voice on the corner of the room.
???: Hey
I ignore it, it's probably just a figment of my imagination.
???: Hey!
It feels real though, too real.
???: What are you trooper, deaf?
Me: Hmm?
I look up and I see another 212th trooper. He looks to be a higher rank though. He is sitting right next to an unconscious Chuck.
Me: Chuck!
I rush over to my friend and check his vitals. He is stable luckily, but his armor is battered and beaten.
Me: What happened!
As I yell a commando droid walks to the cell.
CD: Quiet down in here!
I shoot the droid a glare as it walks away. I look to the other clone. I see the he has an orange pitchfork on his left peck, on the armor that is, and on his right shoulder he has 6666 on it.
Me: Who are you, what is your CT number, and rank?
???: I am LT-6666, also known as "Devil"
I look at him surprised, he was only a legend. It's said that he was a clone lieutenant that had over 100 confirmed droid kills, and it is also said that he was captured by the CIS. I guess that it's all true. I snap to attention.
Me: CT-1209 reporting awaiting orders, sir!
He lets out a chuckle before ordering me at ease.
Devil: You know. It'll be a shame when they put you down
Me: W-What?
Devil: Every clone that entered this facility has been executed. I've seen a lot go by. I just hate to see the more enthusiastic ones get but down
Me: Why haven't they put you down, sir?
Devil: Information, torture, and I get to watch my brothers die
I look at him with an emotion that no clone should ever feel, fear. We were programmed to not feel it, we were programmed to be it. If that is the case that I am feeling what I am.
Devil: I heard that the next is in a week. That's you and "Chuck"
Me: Y-Yes sir, I guess it is
We look at the unconscious Chuck, and he stirs. I walk to him and shake him awake. I proceed to explain to him what's happening. He just looks at me, and Devil.
Chuck: Who is this?
Me: I just do-
Chuck: Just tell me Ace
Me: I-It's Lieutenant Devil
He looks at the deteriorating clone with disbelief. Almost as if he can't believe a word I speak.
Devil: We should probably get some sleep. I sure as hell am, good night troopers
We get to our "bunks" and we try to sleep. I can't. I stay awake wondering what we can do, how we can escape. I quickly notice that I'm not the only one awake. In my tossing and turning I made it know to Chuck that I'm not sleeping.
Chuck: Can't sleep?
Me: I-It's impossible, it was just yesterday that I was a young trooper, scared out of my skin. Now I'm a POW in a CIS prison
Chuck: Yeah, I don't even want to think about how many people have been outed here
I notice what he means quickly. I think about it for a brief moment, and I get a sickening feelings my stomach.
Me: Too many...