Star Wars: A Lost Trooper

C27

We keep to the side of the road as we clear OBJ Alpha. Every one and a while there is a straddler that survived the assault, but luckily there aren't that many. I stick to the side of the road as I look around at the corpses of the fallen droids. I really wish that I was in that assault detachment, but Cody wanted us to capture the roads. He believes that this is more dangerous than assaulting the supply hub. It's only me, Chuck, and Angle. We are lucky that we survived the assault. It was hectic, and we almost lost a lot of men. I think Sunshine is gonna be put into recon because of his a actions, and accuracy. So we'll be seeing more of him. I hope that Dean, Hacksaw, Red, and the others made it. All I can do is hope. It got to Blast, and Blast is a fucking obsidian wall. Nothing can penetrate him, but it happened, and it's happened to me, plenty of times. I still have the scars. I flinch at the thought of all the injuries I've sustained, and think about how lucky I am to be a clone trooper that almost only gets injured on the battlefield when the adrenaline is pumping and coursing through our veins. It gives us speed, strength, agility, and what has always helped me, and that would be the ability to ignore the most extreme pains. This is of course because of our "Fight or Flight" instincts activating. For us it's just Fight because that's what we were engineered for. Fighting wars and battles and winning. It's what we were designed to do. War, it never changes. Always the violent horrors that kill thousands in its wake. It's over glorified, and I've even seen this. Civilians are always watching these movies about war, and reading books about it. But it's glorified, and it paints this picture of adventure, a great escape, being able to survive and rack up kills. It disgusts me. They take our deaths, our struggles, and our lives and exploit them to make these pieces of "art" and "entertainment" and I don't understand how they could offend a person that was genetically engineered to have no feelings, but they did it. I look to the scarred back of my teammates helmets. Feeling a little bit less emotion every time someone dies. Part of me dies with them. I become more of a killing machine with every death. My cowardice died with Crackshot, my recklessness died with Bolt, my sanity died with Devil, and my name died with D. I move forward and continue. I look to my left to see half of a commando droid crawling away. I walk to it and stomp on its chest to keep it from moving, and I achieve this by keeping my foot there. I look down at it and it looks up at me. I can see the fear in its mechanical eyes. The same eyes that have killed all of those that I care for. I unholster my DC-17 and raise it slightly to point at the commando's head. I see it's optics flicker and I pull the trigger. The sound, it's exhilarating and it satisfies me. That sound of the blaster firing, and the ping of it when it makes contact with metal. I look up at my teammates to see them looking at me.
Chuck: Are you ok?
Me: No, I'm not. I'll be ok when all of these droids die.
Chuck: Ok... What are orders?
Me: Keep going, and secure the road. We're halfway up.
Chuck: Yes sir
He looks forward and Angel does the same. I look at my old friends and see them marching forward. War, war does change. Just not the way you think. It doesn't change itself it changes others. Makes them different, makes them killers. Angel and Chuck have definitely changed. This operation has Angel silent. She's worried? Scared? No. That's not her. She's stressed, and shaken up. She had to watch her teammate get shot, and see him fall. Luckily he'll be ok. Blast is alive. I hear a rustling, and suddenly all hell breaks loose. I hear bolts fire from blasters all around us. I dive to the floor and start blind firing into the dense jungle. I can only guess where they are because of the muzzle flashes. I look to my left side to see both Angel and Chuck.
Me: Chuck! Grenades, left side!
Chuck: Yes sir!
Me: I'll cover you!
He rolls onto his back and gets a grenade. I look at him and he does the same to me. I nod at him, and he nods back. He primes the grenade and starts to get up. I quickly start to suppress the enemy force. I hit one, and I know that. I heard the ping. I look to Angel to see her suppressing the enemy force with me. I continue the fire, and I see three grenades within the 20 seconds of constant fire, and when it's over I stop for a second. I look to the tree line and wait. I wait to see if anything dares to fire. Nothing from that side. I still hear the red, hot, bolts souring overhead.
Me: Up!
Angel: W-What? That's suici-
Me: Up damnit! Pull back into the forest! I'll cover!
We quickly get onto our feet, and they bolt into the forest. I back up slowly, firing into the tree line behind us. I face forward and run into the forest myself. I get to cover behind a tree and see the other two pretty close to me. I poke my head out to look at the road. The enemy forces are pushing forward. Right out of cover, and into the KZ. They have no cover, and I see that my plan worked.
Me: Hostiles in the KZ! Fire!
I spray into the enemy forces along with the other two. They easily had us outnumbered, but we had them out maneuvered. They have no cover, and are being decimated by our fire. They are disposed of quickly, and we walk into the road to confirm our kills. They are all gone. That is easily confirmed as there isn't a droid that has all of its appendages. The explosive rounds that my weapon fire did that. We continue forward and get to the end of the road. At least the end of the road that we are supposed to capture. We turn around and make our way back, victorious.