This is the origin story for my squad of clone commando OCs, Rescue Squad. David, the Sergeant, Ezekiel, the pilot, Peter, the baby/demo guy, and Pax, the newbie. This story follows him.
RC-8888, "Pax", was trained by Dred Priest (link in case you wanna know who that is: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Dred_Priest) on Kamino, where he lost first one, then two squads of brothers. But through patience, perseverance, and the seemingly dumb refusal to give in, he survives. He survives to the Battle of Geonosis, where he loses yet another squad. But at this point, Pax feels nearly nothing. It's as if everyone he cared about was destined to die right in front of him, in his arms. But that was before he became a member of Rescue Squad.
Will these made-fun-of, God-fearing commandos be able to bring Pax out of the darkness of fear, pain, and misery Priest put him in? Find out now! (cheesy smile)
Warnings: abuse, blood/gore, slightly-more-than-cannon typical violence, swearing (mainly in Mando'a), (most likely inaccurate) descriptions of PTSD, and mentions of self-harm
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except Rescue Squad, or unless specifically stated otherwise. All other character rights go to LucasFilm/Disney, etc.
Enjoy!
The Dar'Aliit have no family, and no clan. Clone trooper Kian remembers what it was like to have those things, but like the Dar'Aliit, they are now his past. A past full of tragedy, and death, and betrayal. A past that has left him jaded against the universe.
But the present also brings challenges of romance, new betrayals, and strangers all wrapped up in the one thing Kian does know: War. And where the past and present converge lies the ultimate choice for Kian: To remain Dar'Aliit, or to accept a chance at a new family?