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Slightly shorter chapter then usual
Tempted to start posting one of my original stories here but we will see if I do !!
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The clone laid in a heap in a state of semi-consciousness.
" Stars... everything.. hurts... so.. much." The clone rasped.
The sight of the group of clones and single small creature hurrying through the hanger sobered the clone up near instantly.
"GAHHHH" the clone roared while rolling onto his stomach, accidentally putting pressure onto the shoulder with a hole in it.
Forcing his uninjured arm to lift his body the clone struggled his way up onto his feet.
The clone fiddled with his helmet struggles to get it off .
"Soldiers, calm down." a medic ordered. "And sit back down"
"I am calm " the clone hissed irritatedly "the helmet is a pain in the ass." he added as his helmet clattered to the floor.
Fierce felt the sting and dull throb of several cuts and bruises on his face.
As he sat back down his leg sent sharp agonising pain throughout his body.
The medic jumped right into action the moment he stilled .
"Stars, how the hell are you alive, soldier ?" The clone medic asked .
"Sheer will, mostly ." the unhelmeted clone panted out and replied.
"Ya know there's a hole in your shoulder, right ?" The medic asked .
"Waowwww" The clone drawled sarcastically "I would have noticed, THE COIN SIZED HOLE IM MY STAR FORSAKEN SHOULDER" The Clone roared .
Every conscious person in the room swirled their head towards the clone.
Another medic hurried over to see if that was true.
"How the hell are you coherent? " he gasped in genuine horror.
"Fuck you, that's how!!" Fierce responded jokingly.
The medics chuckled.
"You able to walk ?" The first medic asked.
"We'll find out !" The clone with a coin sized hole in his shoulder responded through a chipper chirp like rasp.
The clone got to his feet, took one step and instantly fell to a knee .
"Not without help." He gritted through his teeth.
"Does he know he has a fractured tibia ?" The first medic asked the second medic, a little too loudly.
"Honestly, I'm not surprised that my tibia is fractured," Fierce growled tiredly .
"I'll get ya over to the LAAT transport" the first medic said with a hint of seriousness in his voice.
Getting back to his feet, the medic walked over to him and Fierce slung his arm around the shoulder of the medic .
The 2 soldiers limped towards the exit of the hangar.
The 2 fell into an awkward silence.
"So, you got a name ?" Fierce asked tiredly while limping through the corridor.
"Not yet ." The medic responded .
"It's unfair to call you by a number," the injured clone said . "Ya mind, if I give you one ?" He asked tiredly.
"Hmmm." the clone hummed thoughtfully. "Gauze." he spoke with a finality .
"Gauze... " The medic spoke the word out loud ."I like it. " He decided after a couple moments of thought. "I don't believe I caught your name though."
"Oh sorry , names Fierce !" Fierce responded sheepishly.
The 2 reached the LAAT , the miraculously not dead clone scrambled onto the ship , the clone crawled towards the wall of the ship .
Gauze placed Feirce's Forgotten helmet next to him softly.
"Thanks Gauze. " the donutified clones voice like a rumble of thunder in a silent night .
"Im gonna go help with the rest of the injured." The medic spoke.
"Yeah do what ya got to do" the clone sighed, after a brief pause he spoke again "oh yeah, the men I was with they're behind a cluster of crates ."
The clone swiftly fell into unconsciousness .
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The clone awoke with a disoriented jolt , he wasn't in a bacta tank or anywhere he could recall.
"Where the hell am I ?" He asked ,to receive no answer, his head scanned the room spotting only one arch way .
The chamber was massive and dark .
Fierce climbed to his feet , patting himself down he found himself uninjured.
Surveying the room yet again the clone found himself upon some sort of altar or dais.
The faint sound of whispered chanting rang out from the open doorway.
"Stars, why do I feel like a character in one of those holo-horror movies. " The clone began to walk towards the archway , the whisper grew louder.
Hopping down from the dais the clone found himself on another dais that was connected to a bridge that led towards the open door surrounding the dais was an unknown liquid.
His hand combed through his short hair nervously.
"Is this my form of stars forsaken eternal damnation ?" He asked nobody in particular, the echo of his voice sounded out mockingly .
The clone stormed towards the only possible exit grumbling about stupid mocking echos being stupid.
Reaching the door he lazily scanned the door for traps .
"Well at least whoever lobbed here isn't a complete rat bastard." He started softly after not finding anything.
He peered into the extremely dark corridor.
The clone tensely walked through the almost pitch black corridor, the sounds of his boots tapping against the stone floor , and the ever growing louder chanting kept the clone in a state of hyper awareness.
The semi silence began to unnerve the clone softly began humming to himself.
After what felt like a couple minutes into the walk in the corridor began to jog and a couple more minutes after that he broke out into a sprint.
*Crack*
The sound of glass cracking made the clone halt instantly, Fierce surveyed his surroundings before continuing on .
" The hell was that.. " he whispered quietly.
*Crack*
Another sound of glass cracking made the clone speed up .
The clone slowed as the corridor led towards a doorway.
The chanting was like a roar in contrast to its once whisper-like level of noise, the sounds of blaster fire and marching joined the chanting.
The chant bellowed out the words "Good soldiers, follow orders" again and again and again.
The clone entered another massive chamber , yet another dais sat directly in the middle of the room and a cloaked figure stood in the direct middle.
The clone hurried up the stairs leading onto the dais.
"Would you care to tell me where I am ?" Fierce asked, exasperation lacing his tone.
The cloaked figure croaked out 3 technically 4 words. "Execute order 66. " Coldly.
The floor shattered from underneath the clone.
The clone's eyes shot open, he floated completely still .