It has been four days, and it's morning now. Today is the last day. Dean has not been the same. He's darker, mentally. He is pale white, and also losing sleep. It's getting to him. I exit my bed and slip on my armor, and look to a six pack of beer that I got and grab a bear. Drinking the bitter drink, I walk out of the building and I am instantly greeted by the smell of sweat. Men are moving boxes into vehicles to bring them to the entrenchment, and other fortifications. I look around and I think about helping the men. I decide to help them because the poor fuckers are getting pretty tired. I start over to one of the troopers and I speak.
Me: Who's in charge?
Trooper: That would be Captain Ego sir
Me: Ego?
Trooper: Well we call him that, his real name is Captain Kill
Me: Where is he?
Trooper: Right over there sir
He points to a man in a uniform way out of regulation, and he is sitting on a camping chair drinking something. I can instantly guess why he's called "Ego"
Me: Trooper
Trooper: Yes sir?
Me: Hold my bear
He starts to say something, but is instantly interpreted by me putting the cold liquid in his hand, and I storm my way towards the failure of a leader. I make it to him, and as he's taking a sip of his drink I yank it out of his hands, and I crush the glass in my anger. I also spill some of the drink on his white shirt. He stands up and pushes me angrily. I stumble back, and I feel a light impact on my armor. He punched me like a dumbass and hurt his hand. I look at him and he is holds his hand in pain. I yell.
Me: Who the fuck are you to make your men move heavy boxes and fight in battles while you slack off in an out of regulation out fit!? Who do you think you are Captain?!
Ego: Trooper, if you don't shut the fuck up right now I will have Cody demote you for insubordination!
Me: Oh you can try, but you'll see the exact opposite!
Ego: To answer your question I'm your boss!
Me: Like hell you are!
He punches me in the helmet and it cracks the visor badly. I see him get thrown to the muddy ground by my squad, I rush over to him and help the squad restrain him. Then we had to be interviewed and all of this shit, and by the time it was over it was almost time to leave. I got a new visor for my helmet, but I have to put it in when we arrive at the trench. I walk to my squad and we are directed to an armored transport. We happily get in, and the smell of body oder and blood fills the air. I hear Angel speak up.
Angel: This is the last day, huh?
Hacksaw: Well why else would we be put in an armored transport that is in a convoy that leads directly to the trenches?
We all look at Hacksaw.
Angel: Well he's not wrong
Red speaks up in a feminine voice.
Red: What do you think it'll be like?
Me: Horrible
Red: Well that is true, but I mean like the conditions
Dean: Horrible
We all look at the pale white trooper, and he looks back. He and almost everyone else has their helmet off. I decide that I'd do the same. I slip off my helmet, revealing my scared face, and the pair of gray eyes that reside of my face. The storm clouds set in my eyes, and my hair is getting the slightest hint of silver. Everyone including Chuck look at me in awe and sympathy.
Red: What happened to you?
Me: I've seen countless troopers die, a living legend die because of my incompetence, I've seen people that I've know for most of my time die in my arms, I was labeled MIA after I was taken as a POW, and then had to bear a week of torture, just to be forced to fight for my life when they attempted to execute me.
Dean: Jesus...
Red: Are you ok?
Me: No, no I am not.
The rest of the ride was silent and uncomfortable. No body said anything.
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Star Wars: A Lost Trooper
ActionCT-1209, nicknamed Ace, and later on Spirit, was not ever like the other clones. He had luck, a personality, and more feelings. On the outside he was just like the others. One day he was lost while on patrol with other 212th troopers. When he is fou...
