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Clone CT-164-BABS
By Dropingbow

Dan never made it through that month...

I laid on my bed thinking: of home, of the clones around me, of the tests. Echo below me rambled something about orders this and orders that. I felt like climbing down there and hitting him. CT-782 yelled back at him and Fives sounded like he almost had enough.

"Well what about you BABS?" Echo looked up at me.

I turn around and look down, "What?"

"Ha! He wasn't even listening!" CT-182 said.

"I try to block you idiots out," I retorted.

"Idiots!" CT started to climb the ladder to my bunk.

"Wait CT-782!" 5's called after him, "You don't want to get in fight up there!"

"You think we're idiots huh?" CT-782 was eye level with me now.

I nod and give him a challenging smile, "Yes I do. All of you. CT-4040 acts like this is all a joke. Fives blames everyone else for his mistakes. Echo can't get dressed without orders telling him what to do, and you CT-782! You think only of yourself! How can we be a team if everyone is at each other throats?"

"Then what does that make you?" CT-782 scowled at me.

"The one person on this team that wants us to be the team this war needs," I said looking him straight in the eye. At times I wondered if they looked into my eyes and saw only cloned eyes. Other times I feared that my feminism leaked out from time to time, but I don't think these boys ever noticed it. I wouldn't be so sure if the Jedi Commander would not notice it, so I made an attempt to avoid her.

"Then what do you suggest?" Echo asked from below.

"I suggest," I said, "That CT-4040 grows up, Echo gets his head out of the manuals and learns how to adapt, Fives looks out for someone other than himself, and CT-782-"

"Yes?" There was a fire in his eyes.

"Get you head out of your ass!" I pushed him away and started to climb down the other ladder. I walked to my locker and got my gear.

"Where are you going?" CT-782 called as he rushed down the ladder.

"To the shooting range. Anywhere to get away from you guys." I put on my helmet and paused to make sure the Hallowgrammer wasn't dislodged. Then I grabbed my DC-15A blaster rifle. It reminded me most of the rifles my father taught me to shoot back home. I remember the time we went out to the family farm and shot clay pigeons until we shot nearly four dozen to pieces.

"To show off," CT-782 appeared next to me.

"I'm done arguing with you." I shouldered my rifle.

~~~~~~~

I blasted my way through the shooting range. I had on of the boys up on the command deck set up a simulated obstacle course. I bet they were up there thinking how crazy I was or that Domino Squad should be better with such a top shooter on their team. Instead, I didn't know there was an officer on the bridge watching me.

"Who is that?" the officer asked.

"BABS- er- CT-164 Sir," the trooper said.

"BABS?"

"Bad Ass Blaster Shooter, Sir. He's one of the best shots among the new cadets. Unfortunately he's placed in Domino Squad."

"Unfortunately?"

"Sir, they're one of the worst and disfunctional teams here."

"Hmmmm."
~
I step out of the range and remove my helmet. I touch my forehead then move my hand through my hair. How I missed my long brown hair, though this short cut was more practical.
~~~~~
"We just need to fallow orders," Echo said for the fifth time that day.

"Shut up Echo," I said.

The test began without much trouble. Then the trouble began. One of us fell. CT-782 screamed to leave him behind. I knew it was wrong to leave him. As the others ran for the citadel, I thought I saw a way to get to him. I made to move, but then the test ended. The droids shut down and the officers descended on us with their disappointment. A rage seemed to build up in me. We failed the test. We are no team, we were barely clone troopers. We failed. I failed... everyone....

But the Jedi General had other plans. We were allowed one last shot. Past and become a real Clone Trooper, or fail and join 99 in clean up and maintenance...

"Hey," Echo said, "Where's CT-782?"

"Yeah," Cutup (CT-40404) said, "Where is CT-782."

5's stood up from the bench and said, "If he's not here we fail!"

"Not today brothers," CT-782 appeared out of no where and added, "Today we pass! And one more thing: the name's Heavy!" I'm not sure what got into CT-782/ Heavy, but it changed the entire feel of the squad. I could feel it, we were a team all because Heavy got his head out of his ass.

We were doing great too. Heavy stepped up as leader and Echo shut up for once. But then we made it to the citadel and we didn't have our ascension cables. "Wait," Heavy said, "The guns!"

"Are you crazy!"

"No," I said, "He's a genius!"

"Trust me I know weapons!" Heavy said over the roar of blasters. We climbed the blasters up the citadel and passed. I was finally gonna be a tropper. I will live to see my promise through.

Description
Clone CT-164-BABS
By Dropingbow

Dan never made it through that month...

I laid on my bed thinking: of home, of the clones around me, of the tests. Echo below me rambled something about orders this and orders that. I felt like climbing down there and hitting him. CT-782 yelled back at him and Fives sounded like he almost had enough.

"Well what about you BABS?" Echo looked up at me.

I turn around and look down, "What?"

"Ha! He wasn't even listening!" CT-182 said.

"I try to block you idiots out," I retorted.

"Idiots!" CT started to climb the ladder to my bunk.

"Wait CT-782!" 5's called after him, "You don't want to get in fight up there!"

"You think we're idiots huh?" CT-782 was eye level with me now.

I nod and give him a challenging smile, "Yes I do. All of you. CT-4040 acts like this is all a joke. Fives blames everyone else for his mistakes. Echo can't get dressed without orders telling him what to do, and you CT-782! You think only of yourself! How can we be a team if everyone is at each other throats?"

"Then what does that make you?" CT-782 scowled at me.

"The one person on this team that wants us to be the team this war needs," I said looking him straight in the eye. At times I wondered if they looked into my eyes and saw only cloned eyes. Other times I feared that my feminism leaked out from time to time, but I don't think these boys ever noticed it. I wouldn't be so sure if the Jedi Commander would not notice it, so I made an attempt to avoid her.

"Then what do you suggest?" Echo asked from below.

"I suggest," I said, "That CT-4040 grows up, Echo gets his head out of the manuals and learns how to adapt, Fives looks out for someone other than himself, and CT-782-"

"Yes?" There was a fire in his eyes.

"Get you head out of your ass!" I pushed him away and started to climb down the other ladder. I walked to my locker and got my gear.

"Where are you going?" CT-782 called as he rushed down the ladder.

"To the shooting range. Anywhere to get away from you guys." I put on my helmet and paused to make sure the Hallowgrammer wasn't dislodged. Then I grabbed my DC-15A blaster rifle. It reminded me most of the rifles my father taught me to shoot back home. I remember the time we went out to the family farm and shot clay pigeons until we shot nearly four dozen to pieces.

"To show off," CT-782 appeared next to me.

"I'm done arguing with you." I shouldered my rifle.

~~~~~~~

I blasted my way through the shooting range. I had on of the boys up on the command deck set up a simulated obstacle course. I bet they were up there thinking how crazy I was or that Domino Squad should be better with such a top shooter on their team. Instead, I didn't know there was an officer on the bridge watching me.

"Who is that?" the officer asked.

"BABS- er- CT-164 Sir," the trooper said.

"BABS?"

"Bad Ass Blaster Shooter, Sir. He's one of the best shots among the new cadets. Unfortunately he's placed in Domino Squad."

"Unfortunately?"

"Sir, they're one of the worst and disfunctional teams here."

"Hmmmm."
~
I step out of the range and remove my helmet. I touch my forehead then move my hand through my hair. How I missed my long brown hair, though this short cut was more practical.
~~~~~
"We just need to fallow orders," Echo said for the fifth time that day.

"Shut up Echo," I said.

The test began without much trouble. Then the trouble began. One of us fell. CT-782 screamed to leave him behind. I knew it was wrong to leave him. As the others ran for the citadel, I thought I saw a way to get to him. I made to move, but then the test ended. The droids shut down and the officers descended on us with their disappointment. A rage seemed to build up in me. We failed the test. We are no team, we were barely clone troopers. We failed. I failed... everyone....

But the Jedi General had other plans. We were allowed one last shot. Past and become a real Clone Trooper, or fail and join 99 in clean up and maintenance...

"Hey," Echo said, "Where's CT-782?"

"Yeah," Cutup (CT-40404) said, "Where is CT-782."

5's stood up from the bench and said, "If he's not here we fail!"

"Not today brothers," CT-782 appeared out of no where and added, "Today we pass! And one more thing: the name's Heavy!" I'm not sure what got into CT-782/ Heavy, but it changed the entire feel of the squad. I could feel it, we were a team all because Heavy got his head out of his ass.

We were doing great too. Heavy stepped up as leader and Echo shut up for once. But then we made it to the citadel and we didn't have our ascension cables. "Wait," Heavy said, "The guns!"

"Are you crazy!"

"No," I said, "He's a genius!"

"Trust me I know weapons!" Heavy said over the roar of blasters. We climbed the blasters up the citadel and passed. I was finally gonna be a tropper. I will live to see my promise through.