Fallen

An old wound (mature)

"General! No!" Cody shouted, banging on the door, "don't do this!"

Obi-Wan only glanced over at Cody long enough to see the clones face as the escape pot shot off.

Cody took off running down the corridor, growling into his comm, "track that escape pod. The General has been baited into a trap!"

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Anakin was in the council chambers when it hit. Both Yoda and himself gasping at stollen breath. The force of a broken bond echoing through everyone around them.

Yoda stick clattered against the floor.

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Sorrow filled the 212th that night. A wall of sadness that tore at everyone.

But one corner, far from any other living soul sat a bubbling froth of grief, guilt and anger.

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High Jedi Council member, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, High General of the Republic, announced dead.

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'This is Commander Cody of the 7th Sky Corp requesting immediate backup, under heavy fire,' Cody's voice came over Rex's comm.

Both Anakin and Rex could not help but flinch at the name of the 7th Sky Corp instead of the 212th Attack Battalion.

'I repeat, this is Commander Cody requesting immediate back-' the comm got cut off by blaster fire, and the sound of a rock slide.

Static filled the room.

"Track that comm, I want the boys ready by the time I get to the hanger," Anakin ordered.

"We'll get our ori'vod back," Rex stated.

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Crunch.

Rex's looked down to his feet, staring at the flash of orange and white. Reaching down and brushing away the rocks, Rex picked up the shoulder plate, tracing the engraving.

'Kote'

But Cody had scratched out the 212th part. That battalion didn't exist anymore.

Scrambling around, he got the rest of the rocks moved in the area. Only the helmet and two shoulder plates were found intact.

The glass broke, visor cracked, antenna bent. Armour scratched beyond repair.

That was all that was left of the Clone Marshall Commander.

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In two weeks, both Commanding Officers of the 212th were announced dead.

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"Well, well, well, isn't this a surprise," Maul grinned at the mostly dead shape at his feet. "Come, you have much to learn."

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"Mayday, mayday!" The clone shouted into his comm, "requesting immediate backup! Two attackers, one presenting as a-!" The rest of what the clone was going to say was cut off as a blaster bolt cut cleanly through his chest.

"This is Waxer; the battalion is under attack!" Waxer shouted into his comm, "down to single digits! Arr!" Looking down, he was met with a red blade through his chest, laughter in his ear.

"This is Boil, the whole battalion is gone," Boil whispered from behind a tree.

"Say hello to Numa for me," he heard growled into his ear before a blaster hit him in the arm, breaking the comm unit and a blade through his neck.