Greater Plooriod Sector

Corsin System

“Wolftrot” Base

The 104th Battalion alongside six infantry companies had been stationed on the Expansion Region world Corsin. Corsin was being used as a staging ground and a defensive position against Separatists who were massing in the Muun’s Worlds. As more ships and troopers land to build for a long push many Clones take time to relax, even Special Forces who may require the time to bond with their Brothers. Some have to even get used to new Squadmates

RC-3404 or Forr as his squad called him eats what his new Squadmate RC-3389 or Osiris claims is the cooked remains of the Avians that caw above ahead when they take a short trip to the beaches of “Wolftrot” Island. His other new Squadmate RC-3500 or Guardian as he heard Osiris call him seems to be eating contently, likely hungry sense they all are usually. Most of his Brothers in the Grand Army could eat a Dewback and still want seconds. Buir says it’s because an Army fights better on a full stomach, so it’s easier on logistics to be able to eat anything. The thought of his Buir makes him almost miss Kamino. Not many Clones had a Mother, they were all Vat born of course but him and his Company had a Buir or Mother. He remembers on Geonosis RC-3405 or Rosie swearing a storm at not being able to tell Buir goodbye. Now Rosie chants the names of RC-3402 and RC-3403 or Breece and Jackie every night to honor their sacrifices at that disaster. He still regrets ordering Jackie and Breece his brothers on that Suicide mission, taking the Engine Bay of the Seppie Core Ship was needed however. They couldn’t let it reach space, if it did then the already stretched thin Grand Army would be facing another few million droids

He wonders about the rest of his Special Forces Brothers. He heard that Waylon Vau took RC-1207 up north towards the Banking Clan but it was just a rumor. Made more sense then most anyways, the RCs would do anything their Cuy’val Dar instructors told them too. Though that leaves the rest of Delta on Naboo, sitting on their shebs sipping Alderaanian Wine with the Queen or something while Eraidu is cut off from General Skywalker and Kenobi’s Fleet near Christophsis. The only interesting and relevant news to him is that the Fleet disappeared from orbit sometime in the day, must have launched an attack on the Seppies hiding with the Banking Clan or they had to pullback corewards because some Senator didn’t want them to do their Job. Forr just hopes Leveler and Captain Palleon comes back so they can get a ride towards their next mission.

Forr looks over his Brothers as they sit around a fire in the small tropical jungle surrounding Wolftrot Base. As battle weary as Guardian seems to be Osiris can’t stop jabbering about gutting Whets and using their bones to decorate his armor. Even though they sound like they were from the same Squad they are complete opposites. Guardian is gentle and understanding, he’s borderline a pacifist when not in combat as well. Osiris is best described by his armor. Osiris’s Armor by the Manda is against regulations, covered in animal bones and even some Geonosian exoskeleton. Osiris seems to love his armor and when Commander Wolffe tried to talk to him about it he had to be held back from trying to gut him with the Vibroblade in their armor’s knuckles. It’s a miracle Osiris even survived the careful Kaminoins from picking up in an Enforcer Platform. Apparently he hunted and killed a Lesser rank of Kaminoin with the Kaminoin Scientists not even caring, but Forr doesn’t believe that. No one is that heartless, even the Kaminoins. Heard Eraidu got attacked but the Seppies lost their nerve and ran when the Larties took out their artillery and tanks. Maybe Eraidu will be the location for their first mission as the new Sigma Squad. Those LAATs or Larties are every bit as good as they were in the simulations. They had an amazing armament that made them more comparable to a heavily modified freighter then a dropship while still being able to carry thirty brothers. Guardian wishes he was a pilot but from his body language when he’s on a Larty it sounds unlikely that’d he would get the training, despite how much he denies his fear. Guardian isn’t a coward though, he may be the Sniper and medic but he didn’t hesitate to jump on a grenade during exercises with the militia.

Although he may have known it wasn’t armed. Rosie had been asked to throw it at the Militia to test them so Guardian could have heard. Rosie doesn’t seem to like their new squad brothers but he’ll put up with them. They all have to put up with each other or they’ll all end up Dead

“Alright so! What would you do if you weren’t in the army?” Osiris looks up and says, scaring the kriff out of Forr who was lost in thought. 

“I’d be really confused where I woke up Di’kut” Rosie responds then finishes his avian.

“Oh come on! I meant if you weren’t a Clone” Osiris insists.

“We are Clones” Guardian states manner of factly, “Pondering this is just going to make us restless. Remember what Sargent Davin said? We have no futures outside of the Army, maybe at best law enforcement but even then we’ll be senile”

“Guardian your no fun” Osiris pouts.

“I think I’d be a Farmer” Forr says, mostly to satisfy Osiris. Forr wanted a peaceful life sure but he’d probably get really bored farming. It at least beats breaking Tinnies.

“A Farmer really Forr?” Rosie face palms. “We are Mando’ade and you wanna do a Mandaling’s Job?”

Osiris is laughing his head off, “A Farmer! Seriously?! Come on Sarge your pulling my leg”

Forr shakes his head grinning, even though it was all at his expense it was part of his job to keep squad moral high. Though something Buir said is now nagging at him Haat o’r an nuhune. Many a true word spoken in jest

“I’d be a Freighter Pilot” Guardian says getting in the jovial mood, “If I have the credits maybe get the cannons to join the Protectors”

“Just like your Sargent?” Rosie asks.

“Aw it doesn’t matter Guardian doesn’t have the shebs to fly, scared of heights somehow” Osiris jokes.

“Shut up Di’kut” Guardian says embarrassed.

“What would you do Rosie?” Forr asks. 

“I don’t know, probably do what most Mando’ade do and be a Merc. It’s tried and true, got good pay, oh and I’m one of the best fighters in the Galaxy” Rosie remarks.

“I don’t care what I do as long as I get to shoot things. I get antsy when I don’t shoot or cut something” Osiris says.

“Your Psychotic” Rosie rolls his eyes and then gets up. “I’m heading back, don’t want a Reg to shoot me because he thought I was a Tinnie hiding in the bushes”

“That’s a good plan. Alright Squad clear our campsite and return to the barracks” Forr commands. The Squad seamlessly and without complaint gathers their garbage and extinguishes the fire. Forr is thankful for that, he also wonders why two squadies from Cort Davin’s group ended up with two of Rav Bralor’s. Another question to keep him up at night. He’ll have to see if he can slip some hard Mandalorian Liquor into his belly to help him sleep.