Star Wars The Clone Wars: Oneshots REQUSTS OPEN! [Featuring Captain FoX]

Casualties, Detailed Casualties.

You guys remember how Clones in the first few battles of the Clone Wars were like Canon Faughter? Thousands of them just getting shot down, well welcome to the most graphic, war based chapter of this book i will ever make.

Enjoy!

Clones were running left and right combating the Droids as tediously as they could, yet most of them were blown away in the rain of blaster fire pouring down on them.

ARC Troopers, ARF Troopers Clone Commandos, your standard Clones, all were dropping as the battle field was covered in Blood, Armor, and Machines.

A small Sqaud of ARF Troopers ran up to a small break of debree, "6507, report?" An ARF Trooper called, holding his DC-15S shakingly, as the sounds of the intense blaster fire crowded their ears.

An ARF to the right moved over to the other. "Droids coming from the West and the North, we're out flanked, and out numbered."

"If its a fight they want its a fight they'll get!" An ARF Trooper proudly said to his brothers.

"Firing Formation!" An ARF with a red marking said raising his DC-15A.

Soon after the other troopers gathered near a opening in the debree, pushing up their blasters to face the onslaught of Droids coming.

"Fire!" The Red Marked Trooper said as he and the other ARFs started firing fearlessly, mowing down the Droids in the first and second row.

The Red Marked ARF and another turned to the South as more droids came in from behind them, cutting them off from escaping if needed.

And soon after, the Blaster bolts hit the Troopers, ARFS started dropping until all that was left, was their Commander.

The ARF ran up to a Super Battle droid and rammed it with the Back of his DC-15A getting shot in the chest plate and back plate several times,

Falling on the ground almost instantly, as the blood started to pour.

The Clone Troopers helmet fell off.

As his once Brownish eyes, now were closed, and his heart rate dropped, his hands opened up, his breathing stopped.

He was gone like a breeze.

Oh but we aint finished yet heres a lil bonus, cause i love mah readers UwU no homo tho.

A Clone Pilot with a Sqaud of shinies on board was intensly trying to avoid fire and make it to the landing zone but it wasn't enough, the Gunships wing was impacted by a droid Plasma canon.

The Pilot of course wasnt panicking on the Outside, he was completely in a stressed state on the inside as he tried to pull the Damaged ship up but it wasnt really any use as the ship was about to impact the ground the Pilot turned on his com-link

"Everyone! Brace for impact!"

The Trooper looked at the Glass and realised how close it was to the Ground and then his helmet hit the Control Panel as the Ship impacted the ground getting dystroyed by the grounds force.

The wings dispatched off the side of the ship it flipped on its side and the back half was on fire.

It was a horrible situation to be in but then it just got worse.

The back of the ship let out a controlled explosion! If any clones were in the back and alive they were dead now.

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The Clone Pilot awakened lifting up his helmet covered head looking through the cracked visor, it was like dropping a phone without a case from 100 meters onto a bar of titanium.

It was spilt open.

The clone took his bloodied arms and raised them in a attempt to remove the helmet which was successful.

He also detached the Strap keeping him in the seat and the glass down.

As the glass screen detached the clone fell out and whinced in pain, crawling forward as his brownish eyes no longer shined and his armor was covered in blood and dirt.

He just hoped he would live to fly another day.

Word Count 668

This chapter mostly was for you guys cause you deserved it, in all honesty i did this for you guys, because well. I shouldnt of been on a hiadous for so long, and since you all read my stuff, i hope you injoy this chapter.

ARC-2970 out.