"What?!"
The stunted, wide headed, big eyed & red coloured clone, along with his translucent, one eyed, blue based companion-that was lacking antennae-were escorting an extremely defective clone and the prisoner when the ugly looking clone had apparently shot another with his blaster by "accident".
"Hail Gallaxhar..?" He looks at the army of soldiers who witnessed the mishap, hesitantly raising his arm in a saluting manner.
Without warning, the deformed clone's companions' mass expands right through the uniform, revealing that he was in fact not a Gallaxhar clone, but by doing so exposes the rest of this group of colourful imposters as-
"Monsters?!"
In response to this shocking revelation, a clone cocks his phasoid blaster, taking a step back out of caution from these primitive and ugly monsters. It didn't help that he was in the front line, standing right between those disgusting creatures and his fellow clone brethren.
The hologram of their lord; Gallaxhar, appears between them and the monsters, ordering them to-
"Destroy all monsters!"
The clone army charges for the monsters, even though they had their blasters with them, firing it at such close proximity could be fatal to both the target and the shooter, depending on the setting.
The "incredibly defective clone" punches his way through them, taking out the clones with every blow as the rest of the monsters follow his lead.
Getting punched in the face by a 500 pound scaly anthropoid is sure to do a number on your face, especially since you were literally just born a couple minutes ago.
The Gallaxhar clone regains consciousness, finding himself lying on his back of the cold metallic floor. The cries of other clones getting thrown off the edge fills his ear nubs, along with the cloning machines still in process, pressing against the walkway. He sees the monsters heading for the main power core, as hundreds of soldiers are chasing after them.
If he didn't know any better, they must be here to stop the invasion. And since they were going to the main power core, there were only very few ways to do so.
The clone hurriedly stands up, taking a blaster within reach as he runs for the hanger. Screw Gallaxhar. He's going to run away and hide from this fight until it all blows over. No this isn't because he's a coward..
Running in the opposite direction compared to his peers didn't draw that much attention. Thank goodness. He wouldn't want to explain to them how he was avoiding the ship's center for no particular reason.
A row of hovering devices just outside the entrance to the hanger catches his eye, making him consider whether or not if he should take one, for fun. It soon wouldn't matter anyway however as he hears the alarming warnings of a space ship that has been set to self destruct.. in 6 minutes.
Grabbing a hovering device and turning it on, he straps his blaster to the belt of his uniform and makes his escape through the halls of the hanger, swiftly moving forward as flashing red lights filled his vision towards any escaping means of survival.
Whatever kind of raging monstrosity made these giant holes.. terrified him deeply. On the bright side this meant he wasn't trapped on the ship anymore, unlike his less fortunate brothers. Although there's just one problem that's occurred to him, that is the approximately a thousand foot drop from where the space ship was to the ground.
"Why was I ever born..?" he asked himself.
