Clone Trooper Preferences

First Mission Pt. 2

Fox:

You had soon come to realize that Fox was a very stubborn, irritable, and grumpy person to work with. You had wondered why he even bothered having an office assistant when he claimed he could do everything himself. The only thing he let you do was to make him cups of caf all the time. Now, you were currently bringing him a cup of caf as well as his schedule for the day on your datapad. You hesitated before knocking on his office door and coming in after he said for you to come into his office. 

"No time for caf, we have to go. Like now, so move it." Fox hissed as he pulled you out the door by the arm. 

"Must you have to pull me? I can walk myself, thanks," you said as you ripped your arm out of his grip.

"No, you can't. You're too slow. Now, hurry up!" Fox shouted after you running farther ahead. 

You rolled your eyes and let out a huff but your legs picked up speed and you chased after the grumpy commander. 

"Hurry up! You're slower than Senator Amidala's golden droid! We have a criminal to catch!" Fox yelled as he grabbed you once again.

Great, you thought. This is going to be a long mission.

Bly:

"Well, this is just perfect. We're stranded on a random planet with no inhabitants that we know of. We need to find medical supplies for Master Skywalker and we need to find a way off this planet." you complained as you walked around this planet that seemed like for hours.

"It's not that bad, sir. We could be on a hot planet like Tatooine or an extremely cold planet like Hoth." Bly said as he walked next to you eating a ration bar. "At least we have these, right?" he added lifting up his ration bar.

"Bly's right. Padawan do not focus on the negative, look for positive in this. We will be okay and we will find some way to get off this rock." Aayla said from up ahead.

"Like what? I don't see anything positive from this! Other than you, Bly, Ahsoka, Lucky, Cameron, and Flash here! Or Rex taking care of Master Skywalker by the crashed ship." You huffed as sat down on a nearby rock. "I'm tired of walking around. I need a break." 

Your Master turned to you and looked over at Bly, who nodded his head in confirmation. He walked over to you. "Up you go. No time for breaks, Commander." Bly said as he lifted you upon his shoulders. You yelped in surprise but quickly adjusted to the situation. 

"Bly, aren't you going to get tired of carrying me on your shoulders? I can walk if you want me to," you asked making sure he'd be okay. 

Bly shook his head. "I'm fine, sir. Don't worry." 

"Okay then. Let's try to find a way off this planet and medical supplies for Master Skywalker! Onward!" you yelled. 

"Sir, yes, sir!" Bly shouted as he ran forward. 

Bacara: 

"Why do we get missions on this cold planet? It's too kriffing cold! Not only that but why does snow look fluffy? It isn't fluffy! It's wet and cold and I hate it! I hate this planet! When do we get off of it?" You whined as another wave of cold air hit your snow jacket. 

"I thought Jedi weren't supposed to hate? Doesn't that go against your morals?" Bacara questioned as trudged through the snow. 

"It doesn't really matter, does it? The Jedi are supposed to be keepers of the peace, but how are we keeping the peace if we're fighting a war?" you asked, not really paying attention to what you were saying. Your hands had become numb, well over four hours ago, but you were still trying to get the warmth back to them. 

"Well, the only thing I know about is war. You're lucky that you knew peace before this war ever happened. Ever since I came out of my growth chamber, I was introduced to war and violence." Bacara replied honestly.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you. Here you were talking about peace when the clones around you only knew about war. You were complaining about the cold when the clones never complained about fighting a war they never started and losing their brothers daily because of it. You were being insensitive and you needed to do something about it.

"When this war is finished you'll know peace. It will be a relief putting the war behind you," you said. You felt a wave of anger in the Force from Bacara but you didn't know why.

"How do you know if I'll be alive when this war is finished? I'll most likely be dead, with all of my hundreds of brothers that have died from saving the Republic and it's corrupt officials. And how could you even say that? How could you even put the war behind you when it's finished. What about my dead brothers? Would you put them behind you just like you would with the war? Would you even think of my brothers that sacrificed themselves to save you and your Jedi friends? Or are you like the other people who think the clones are expendable? That you can just replace us with another clone when we're dead?" Bacara said coldly, crossing his arms against his armored chest, and no doubt glaring at you from underneath his helmet. 

"I-I-I didn't think of that. I'm sorry, Bacara. I really-"

"Save it Jedi. I don't care what you say. Of course, you didn't think of my brothers and me. Call me Commander, you don't deserve the right to call me by name my brothers gave me." Bacara hissed as he walked away from you to lead his men from the front.

You pulled your jacket closer to your body, feeling colder than ever. Not from the planet's weather but from your interaction with Bacara. 

*I'm sorry for not updating in like weeks. I decided to not add the 501st on this one because I wanted to get something done as soon as possible. The 501st will be on the next update, so part 3. Once, again I'm sorry for not updating. School has started and I will continue to try to update weekly.*

-Commander Wolffe 3636