MISSION #6: A Clone Trooper's Journal

I hadn't met a Jedi before. This one was a bit disappointing. I thought they were taller. Said his name was 'Master Yuda' or something like that, in height he was probably only about the size of a youngling, maybe even smaller. But he was a hell of a lot older. And green. I think he must've hit his head some time ago because he talked all backward. "Dispatched in 48 hours, you will be. To Tatooine, your gunship will take you, and under the command of Jedi General Dorn your regiment will be placed." I missed a lot of what he said, either because I was trying to decode what he was going on about (I mean, who even talks like that anyway?) or because I had to keep on telling CT-9814 to STOP POKING ME WITH HIS BLASTER. Brothers we may be, but sometimes I just want to hit him over the head with a Z-6. I managed to get Timebomb to fill me in on the way back to our lockers. We're going to Tatooine, which is a sand planet (I HATE sand) in the Outer Rim, legendary amongst civilians for its crime boss owner and the hive of Bounty Hunters he established decades ago. Sounds like a very nice holiday destination. I'm sure it's even more pleasant with the army of droids roaming around there now. Our mission is to fly in and scrap the clankers. AGAIN. But according to Timebomb it's gonna be different this time. There's supposed to be hundreds, maybe even thousands of them, all battle-ready and experienced from wiping out the wave of Clones that were sent out before us. At least we'll have the 501st by our side. Now THAT is what I call legendary- the 501st Battalion. I know I shouldn't... but I'm looking forward to it.