Star Wars: Ultimate Clone Wars

Graduation 1/2

Kamino was rather loud compared to the average day. 95 and 84 were wearing black and gold armor, similar to their adoptive father. The two were closer than they were with their other brothers. Unlike them, they were awake and ready to go at the crack of dawn. 67, the oldest, was probably still charging his helmet. Unlike their heavily modified brothers, Nightshift Unit didn't age rapidly. All four of them were eighteen years old. Their light blue visors illuminated the immediate space in front of them on the stormy day. All they could see were clones running into gunships then disappearing into the clouds.
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"Move it, dammit!" Kress shouted as he ushered 67 and 33 along the landing pad. 95 and 84 turned over to see their father and two brothers running forward. It was rare for them to see their father outside the facility, perhaps the war was really starting. They turned to their right and saw a gunship flying down towards them that was painted orange and tan. "Get in! You gotta go!" Kress barked at them.
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"We got this, brother." 95 said to 84. The two nodded and jumped onto the ship. 67 and 33 jumped into the ship and looked back at their father. The dark interior only showed their visors.
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"Boys, you'll have your names when you get back. This is your graduation." Kress said as the ship pulled off.
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"See ya soon, father!" 67 shouted. Kress nodded as the special cruiser pulled off from the landing pad. He then turned and lowered his head. He let out a concerned sigh before walking off to the facility entrance. It felt like he put his kids on a one way bus for the first time. They were foundlings to him, not soldiers or Republic property.

A couple hours later, Nightshift arrived to Geonosis. Attack ships and gunships filled the skies, clashing with whatever the Separatist forces had in the air. Their ship's colors hid them from most eyes and scanners. The ship was covered in special boards that camouflaged into their environment easily.
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"Can't wait to blast some droids finally. Actually see a clanker go down!" 33 laughed as he loaded his DC-15LE heavy rifle. He slammed an explosive cartridge into the bottom of the gun and then adjusted the cooling mechanism. "Dad gave me explosive rounds, and I intend to use them." 33's voice got more anxious for combat.
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"Of course ya do." 95 said as he loaded his pistols and bolstered them into his battle skirt. "As commander, I hope you have a disk shield on that since you'll be taking point." The clone added as he lifted his DC-15 carbine up and inspected it.
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"Well Commander, dad said to work as one. Not above each other." 84 said as he adjusted his wrist laser onto his gauntlet.
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"Anyone get their hands on a Westar rifle yet?" 67 asked as he inspected the weapons locker inside their special carrier. "Supposedly it can rip into a tank!"
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"You're a Nightshift Trooper! Not an ARC Trooper!" 84 shouted over the laser and cannon fire outside the cruiser.
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"We deserve them more than them!" 67 shouted back. 95 rolled his eyes.

The gunship landed on top of a bubble core for a lurcehulk class star destroyer. The doors opened up and the group jumped out onto the surface. The large grey dome was rather intimidating to even stand on. The team had learnt about the oppression one of these cruisers could inflict on a planet like Naboo.
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"What's the mission, sir?" 67 asked as 84 began to use his wrist laser to cut into the ship.
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"Download schematics for a nearby droid factory then blow this thing." 95 said as he watched the gunship take off.
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"What's the extraction?" 33 asked as he kept his gun ready to fight.
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"Whatever is in the hangar." 95 responded.
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"Well, lets get moving. We have a battle to win." 84 said as he finished cutting through the ship, kicking the circle through the hole. 33 nodded and smiled. He grabbed his gun and primed the explosive rounds for heavy engagement.
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"This is where the fun begins." 33 smirked before hopping down inside the ship. 95 rolled his eyes and followed down after his brother. 67 entered and was quickly followed by 84. The four clones held a breaching formation before advancing down the first corridor. 95 pulled a schematic of the ship out on a small pad.
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"Data is five levels below and to the right. I suggest we use a maintenance elevator rather than the main one." 95 said looking at the screen.
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"Won't matter," 33 chuckled. "I've got the big gun. They got those pathetic E-5 guns. They're older than us!" He said aloud.
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"Shut up! Before we get caught!" 95 hissed at his brother.
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"Freeze!" A robotic voice shouted from down the hall. A B1 Droid Commander along with six security droids ran towards the men with blasters drawn.
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"Like I said, this is where the fun begins." 33 grinned as he took aim with his rifle. He placed the lead Droid in his iron sight, his helmet providing crosshairs. He waited for them to get close so the explosive round would maintain effective damage.
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"Surrender, intruder!" The Commander Droid ordered as it aimed its gun at the group. 33 let out a soft chuckle, triggering his gun's shield and letting off several rounds. The droid lines were diminished immediately. The clone stood up and collapsed the shield. He then looked to his brothers and shrugged.
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"Fell like paper." 33 shrugged.
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"Those rounds were designed for armored units like the super droid model. Or the one with the bubble shield. Not those pathetic things." 95 muttered as he walked off towards the maintenance shaft. The other three clones formed up behind him and took an offensive formation. Each one had a fun trained on every bend and corner in the room. Nothing was getting to them. Eventually, the three found the elevator they needed and entered.
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"So, I think I got my name." 33 said proudly. Everyone looked at him without saying a word. 33 waited for someone to ask, but none of his brothers would. He lowered his head and sighed. "I think I'll be called Mower or Cutter or Demo. I can't decide." He sighed.
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"Well you can't have all three, because ya last name is Fett." 84 said looking over to his obnoxious brother. "Besides, Loudmouth or Banshee fits more. That is if we survive this mission with that yapper." He chuckled, earning a chuckle from the team.

The elevator opened and the team crept out slowly. Cloud gave a hand signal to the end of the hall where the data room was. The group ran forward, shooting the two droids at the end of the hall before they could turn. The clones then got to the door where 84 began his breech. 33 took point with his blaster, excited to demolish a security droid or two.
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"You must remain calm but determined in battle." Kress said to the young clones as they walked out of the training room. 95 nodded to his father's advice and smiled.
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"Yes, sir!" 95 shouted like a solider. 33 chuckled at the comment and shrugged.
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"I'm a Mandalorian. And they're battle droids. What could wrong?" He asked.
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"A lot." 84 smirked before walking to their barracks.
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The doors to the security room cracked and 33 began to shake in excitement. He desired blasting a droid more than anything. The large metal doors slid open, revealing a B2 model super battle droid standing in the door. 33 cracked off a shot  but was taken down by a barrage of red streams. His body rag dolled across the hall and into the wall full of smoking holes. 95 was quick to kill the droid, looking back over to his dead brother and sighing.
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"We have to mourn later." 95 shouted at his remaining brothers before breaching the room. The three moved in and wiped out the security detail in the room with relative ease. 84 ran to the main console and began to download everything they needed onto a secure chip. 67 and 95 watched the door.
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"I wish we didn't have to leave his body." 67 confessed with much sorrow. 95 nodded.
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"Well we're in the shit now, bud." 95 sighed. He kept his eyes on the door, waiting for more droids to come. Their operation could not be as stealthy as it seems, 95 thought.

84 watched as the last of the essential files downloaded to his file drive. His helmet computer began to process the files to his suit's special drive as a backup. He then looked over to his two brothers and frowned. 33's slumped over body was still visible in the doorway. But, his brother's orders about grieving later were true. The Republic couldn't attack the nearby droid factory without these files. With proper intel and coordination, 33 would still be alive. Somewhere in his mind, 84 slowly began to try and place blame on the Jedi for this occurrence. Ultimately, it only gave him a small headache and he carried on. War was war, and he would always remember that.
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"Files secure yet?" 95 called to the back of the room. 84 walked between them and nodded.
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"Yes, brother. All set and ready to go." 84 responded. 67 popped up next to 84 and groaned.
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"The faster we're gone, the better." His voice was strict and more aggressive than usual. 84 looked over to 95 and tilted his head forward. Both knew what the other was thinking, knowing the anger 67 felt towards everyone and how it began to compromise his composure.
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"Brothers, he deserves better." 95 said as he walked over to 33's corpse. Both clones looked over to him confused. 95 then looked over to 84, placing a hand on hi shoulder. "Lead us to the core."